A post (in English, this time) of my pens because everyone always asks about them. They were all bought here in Brazil (unless stated otherwise) at local bookstores or stationery shops.
Unipin 0.1 - This is the one I use most; I’ve had it since July and, surprisingly enough, it is still working fine. The ink isn’t so strong so it doesn’t bleed through the paper, and it has a constant flow. I think its only con is the fact that it isn’t too comfortable for writing, since you have to hold it very vertically. And you might find it a bit pricey. Example posts: xxxxxx
Stabilo point 88 - I would highly recommend this for most people. It’s cheaper than the unipin fineliner and its writing looks good. I personally find it too thick for my taste, and it does bleed a little bit more.
Cis gelyx 0.5 - This is one of my favorites. I like gel ink better than nankim, because they look darker in the paper. However, this pen specifically gets weaker with(in a short period of) time, so its line ends up thinner. Example posts: xxxxx
Gilifa micro gel - I bought this pen when I was in China 4 years ago, and I haven’t found a good enough replacement ever since. It’s seriously my favorite pen ever. I just don’t use it much because I don’t want it to stop working. Example posts: xx
Sum chrome - You can see in the picture above that its writing looks really bad and it has an uneven flow. I don’t use it (ever?).
Wexford retractable gel pen - I don’t use this one so much because it doesn’t have the most constant flow and its point is a bit loose, so it’s not so comfortable to write with.
Paper Mate ultra fine - I would also recommend this for most people. I haven’t had it for a long time, but it writes great. It’s not much different from the Stabilo one, it’s only finer.
I have probably an inordinate amount of respect and affection for films that swing for the fences and end up falling short. I think it’s just nice to see someone actually trying, really going for something, knowing the massive possibility of failure but not letting that interrupt their swing (baseball, metaphors, great writing). To say that Interstellar is a bit of a mess is putting it lightly; unlike Lucy, another 2014 film that attempted to bring an optimism to 2001: A Space Odyssey and succeeded through a masterful handling of tone, Interstellar fumbles its emotions in ways that are both charming and incredibly distracting. Its actors have to chew such meaty scenery that even a consummate professional like Michael Caine has a hard time delivering a convincing deathbed speech, something that should be a cakewalk for him. The adventure narrative clashes wildly with the philosophical underpinnings, disappointing those who liked the talky bits and being frustratingly sparse for those who think the talky bits are boring. The pacing is all over the place, and the denouement feels weirdly tacked on and silly in the context of what came before. But its visual splendor (no one has ever done space travel this well) and emotional core patch over its roughshod, Anthropocentric (and imperialist) philosophical musings and uneven storyline and make something really rewarding, even if I hesitate to call it much more than “good”. It’s not Nolan’s best work, but it might be his most personal and idiosyncratic, and the fact that he got away with making something like this on such a huge budget is victory enough.