vanadium
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- Apr 5, 2003
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This week started out normally. Over the weekend I got a Kershaw Leek. It's an awesome knife. I spent the whole day opening and closing it. The action was really satisfying, but that evening I checked out some videos of ZT's and realized I wanted something with more heft. I went to a local shop and picked up an 0909. Using this thing was like an adrenaline rush. I meant to go to bed but wound up staying awake through Sunday morning, flipping it over and over again. It was awesome!
Sunday I woke up around noon. I dreamt about the 0909 all night! I dreamt about disassembling and lubricating it. I dreamt about a ZT factory worker sharpening it. Is this normal? Anyway I set up a return of the Leek with the dealer, cause I knew it just wasn't enough for me any more. I skipped breakfast and sat down with some typing paper and cut about 1000 strips with the 0909, but then I got wondering: What was better than this? The strips of paper were all over the floor, but some of them had little 'twists' in their shape at the ends. Is that a sign that the blade is too thick?
Anyway I watched about 12 hours of knife videos back-to-back, and I realized that you could flick a Chris Reeve knife. The Inkosi looks amazing so I mail ordered one with overnight shipping. I sat there flipping the 0909 over and over, thinking about how the CRK wouldn't arrive till Tuesday. The 0909 was great but the experience was getting progressively duller, less thrilling. Have other people experienced this? I felt like I was getting annoyed, and my mind wouldn't think about anything but the knife shop, which was already closed.
Sunday night was pretty hard. I slept with the 0909 on my night stand, which was simultaneously gratifying but also sort of tormented me. For some reason, all I could think about was the less-than-ideal sound of the detent ball dropping off the lockbar just before engagement. Again I hardly slept.
When the first light arrived, I phoned in sick to work and immediately headed out to the shop. That was when I saw the Medford Pretorian for the first time. I don't know why I can't remember the emotions or the reasoning, but I put it on my credit card, and I was out of the shop in 5 minutes and headed home. Even though I was on 3 hours of sleep, I was walking with a spring in my step (with a slight asymmetry of gait owing to the weight of the Medford). I felt amazing.
All of Monday morning was beautiful. It's cold here but the light is warm. I walked around cutting *everything* with the Medford. I cut a bunch of vegetables and photographed the result for Instagram. I used it to livestream digging a hole in rocky soil on Facebook. The blade was all scratched up and that made it look even better. I don't remember what happened after that. I woke up sitting in my lawn chair at 10pm freezing cold. The Medford still operated smoothly. I went inside and slept.
Tuesday the Inkosi arrived at work. I opened the box. It's beautiful. I flicked it about a hundred times and showed it off to my friends at lunch. They loved it too. I felt high as a kite, but by the time lunch was over, I started to feel weird. I knew this wasn't as good as the Medford in some ways. I went to the kitchen and played with some of the knives there. I laughed condescendingly at some non-full-tang steak knives, then started to cry. I left work early to go home and get the Medford. But then I spent the evening sitting on my bed, looking at the Medford and the CRK, photographing them repeatedly, rubbing them with a microfiber cloth, with a slowly growing sense of disappointment in the flaws of each.
Today I've been to the local knife shop twice. At 9am I bought a Shirogorov 111 which is amazing, but my high peaked at noon. I think it's overpriced now. I just got back from the store with a Peter Rassenti Satori custom and I feel great, but I don't know how long this will last. What do I do?
Sunday I woke up around noon. I dreamt about the 0909 all night! I dreamt about disassembling and lubricating it. I dreamt about a ZT factory worker sharpening it. Is this normal? Anyway I set up a return of the Leek with the dealer, cause I knew it just wasn't enough for me any more. I skipped breakfast and sat down with some typing paper and cut about 1000 strips with the 0909, but then I got wondering: What was better than this? The strips of paper were all over the floor, but some of them had little 'twists' in their shape at the ends. Is that a sign that the blade is too thick?
Anyway I watched about 12 hours of knife videos back-to-back, and I realized that you could flick a Chris Reeve knife. The Inkosi looks amazing so I mail ordered one with overnight shipping. I sat there flipping the 0909 over and over, thinking about how the CRK wouldn't arrive till Tuesday. The 0909 was great but the experience was getting progressively duller, less thrilling. Have other people experienced this? I felt like I was getting annoyed, and my mind wouldn't think about anything but the knife shop, which was already closed.
Sunday night was pretty hard. I slept with the 0909 on my night stand, which was simultaneously gratifying but also sort of tormented me. For some reason, all I could think about was the less-than-ideal sound of the detent ball dropping off the lockbar just before engagement. Again I hardly slept.
When the first light arrived, I phoned in sick to work and immediately headed out to the shop. That was when I saw the Medford Pretorian for the first time. I don't know why I can't remember the emotions or the reasoning, but I put it on my credit card, and I was out of the shop in 5 minutes and headed home. Even though I was on 3 hours of sleep, I was walking with a spring in my step (with a slight asymmetry of gait owing to the weight of the Medford). I felt amazing.
All of Monday morning was beautiful. It's cold here but the light is warm. I walked around cutting *everything* with the Medford. I cut a bunch of vegetables and photographed the result for Instagram. I used it to livestream digging a hole in rocky soil on Facebook. The blade was all scratched up and that made it look even better. I don't remember what happened after that. I woke up sitting in my lawn chair at 10pm freezing cold. The Medford still operated smoothly. I went inside and slept.
Tuesday the Inkosi arrived at work. I opened the box. It's beautiful. I flicked it about a hundred times and showed it off to my friends at lunch. They loved it too. I felt high as a kite, but by the time lunch was over, I started to feel weird. I knew this wasn't as good as the Medford in some ways. I went to the kitchen and played with some of the knives there. I laughed condescendingly at some non-full-tang steak knives, then started to cry. I left work early to go home and get the Medford. But then I spent the evening sitting on my bed, looking at the Medford and the CRK, photographing them repeatedly, rubbing them with a microfiber cloth, with a slowly growing sense of disappointment in the flaws of each.
Today I've been to the local knife shop twice. At 9am I bought a Shirogorov 111 which is amazing, but my high peaked at noon. I think it's overpriced now. I just got back from the store with a Peter Rassenti Satori custom and I feel great, but I don't know how long this will last. What do I do?
