Kaweco AL Sport

I have previously maligned the performance of Kaweco pens. Despite this I am still a fan of the design of the Kaweco Sport, particularly in matte black aluminum. So when a Kaweco AL Sport in black appeared on eBay for especially cheap last May, I bought it.

The pen was described as lightly used. The pictures of the eBay listing led me to believe that the body was in great condition, but I was unsure about the nib. Given how cheap the pen was selling for, I assumed that the nib would be damaged. The Sport’s nib units in are readily available and easy to replace, so I decided I would preemptively order a new nib before the pen even shipped.

Most critiques of Kaweco pens on The Internets are related to the poor quality control of their nibs. Sometimes you get one that writes great, other times not so much. I avoided this problem by ordering my replacement nib from The Nibsmith, who offers a tune and smooth service for free with the purchase of any nib. I ordered a gold plated Medium nib and a black Fine nib. The pen itself was cheap enough that even after purchasing it and these two replacement nibs, I still paid less than the normal list price of the pen.

I also bought a gold clip, because I believe pens should have clips.

As it turns out, my two preemptive replacement nib purchases were unnecessary. The pen arrived looking like new, with all original packaging. As far as I could tell it was new. One of my two replacement nibs was backordered, delaying the shipment of them both, so I wrote with the Medium nib that came with the pen for about a month. It was perfectly fine. Less scratchy than the Fine nib in my Kaweco Classic Sport Piston Filler – which may just be attributable to the greater width – though not quite as pleasant as the gold nibs on either of my Pilot pens.

Writing with the Medium nib reinforced that I do prefer a Fine nib. I like a finer line, and the Medium requires more frequent ink refills. I was glad to have ordered the Fine black nib. I put that one in as soon as I received it and have been writing with it ever since. The Nibsmith tuned it to be silky smooth, and it is now a favorite. The Pilot Vanishing Point remains my favorite pen, but the Kaweco AL Sport now writes equally well, and it has dethroned the Pilot Elite as my favorite compact pocket pen. The need to thread and unthread the cap does still vaguely annoy me, but I love the aesthetics of the Kaweco and the texture of the matte black aluminum.

Ocean Beach Tea Party

I did order the mini converter for the Kaweco, but as expected it is comically small. I haven’t used it once. Instead I refill standard international cartridges with a needle and syringe. I do the same thing with Pilot cartridges in my two Pilot pens.

The one issue I had with the Kaweco is the add-on clip. When installed, it slipped off so easily as to be useless. The same clip works great on the resin body of my Kaweco Classic Sport Piston Filler. I think the aluminum body does not provide enough friction for the clip. To address this, I cut a thin strip of double-sided tape and placed it around the cap at the position where I wanted the clip. The tape is thin enough that I was able to finagle the band of the clip over it. The clip hasn’t moved since, and I can now confidently clip the pen to anything I want.

Pocket Detritus

I expect that my other Nibsmith-tuned nib will eventually find its way into a Kaweco Brass Sport, if one of those ever shows up on eBay for a low price.

Tour Hydration

I’ve gone through many iterations of my water carrying strategy for touring. This is the current state of things. It will probably continue to evolve.

On every bicycle tour I pack my Sawyer Squeeze filter and accouterments. Thus a resupply may be natural (a creek, a lake, a trickle from a rock face, etc) or man-made (a cafe, a konbini, a water fountain at a park, etc).

I prefer to use an insulated, plastic bike bottle as my primary drinking vessel. I opt for the Camelbak Podium Chill 24oz with Mud Cap. A bike bottle is easy to drink from, both on and off the bike. Having something squeezable means I can also use it to periodically blast a little dirt off the bike. Something with a valve cover to keep the cooties off is key. Plastic insulated bottles are pretty poor at insulation when compared to double-wall metal bottles. This bottle won’t keep cold water cold, but it will keep it cool for a bit, which is valuable on a hot day. I’m willing to sacrifice some of the internal volume for the poor insulation. Camelbak’s Podium bottles have high-flow valves and (the post-2019 versions) are easy to disassemble for deep cleaning, so I tend to default to them whenever I need a plastic bike bottle (insulated or not).

I will always carry a bladder, as this is an efficient way to add more volume. And if I’m going to carry a bladder, I might as well pack one with a hose, even if the plan is just to use the bladder to refill the bottle. For the past couple years my preference here has been the HydraPak Seeker 2L with HydraFusion Tube. I typically use a frame bag, and this bladder will live in there, but if I am travelling framebag-less I can put the bladder in a fork bag or front pannier. The hose is secured somewhere in the cockpit using the Camelbak/Fidlock magnetic tube clip. The bladder usually wears the Plug-N-Play 42mm Cap, which allows the hose to easily attach and detach. My filter kit includes the 28mm Filter Adapter, allowing the Sawyer Squeeze to output directly into the bladder.

Given my druthers, every evening of a bike tour involves a tea session. A tea session means a dozen or so steepings in a titanium gaiwan. Heating water for each steeping is a waste of fuel. Instead I will heat all the water at once, and store it in an insulated vessel to be decanted into the gaiwan when needed. Since water temperature is important here, I want a bottle with good insulation. For this I carry the Hydro Flask Lightweight 24oz (which remains my EDC when not on tour). Generally I carry this bottle empty, stuffed into a pannier rather than keeping it full and accessible while riding.

Before starting the day’s pedaling in the morning, I fill the Camelbak bottle and the bladder. If I am confident that resupply points will be plentiful, I’ll keep the weight down by only putting 1 liter in the bladder. If I am unsure of the resupply opportunities, or I expect the day to be very hot, I’ll put 2 liters in the bladder. Thus I usually start the day carrying 1.7 to 2.7 liters. If I need extra capacity I can also fill the Hydro Flask bottle. If I need still more capacity, the dirty bag in my filter kit is a 2L 28mm Vecto. Thus my total carrying capacity is 5.4 liters.

I can always stop by a store and buy a bottle or two of water if I need to bump that capacity up more. But if I know I’m going to have a 24-hour (or more) stretch without a water source, my preference is to pack a second Seeker 2L bladder. I prefer two smaller bladders over one larger bladder both for the redundancy – if one bladder is punctured, I still have a second – and for the greater flexibility in how the water weight is distributed around the vehicle.

Link Log 2026-07-19

Hungrier than before

Meu Amigo Nietzsche

Ascetic Computing

Blow Smoke

CV Dazzle

Fangs

Troll Camp

Promiscuous Art

I went to the symphony last night to check out our new music director. I knew the main event was La Mer (no, not that one) but did not otherwise look at the program when buying my ticket. Upon arrival I learned that there would also be Wagner. Specifically the prelude and Liebestod from Tristan. This gives me opportunity to deploy one my (many) favorite Huysmans quotes from Against Nature, translated by Robert Baldick.

Then again, secular music is a promiscuous art in that you cannot enjoy it at home, by yourself, as you can a book; to savour it he would have had to join the mob of inveterate theatre-goers that fills the Cirque d’Hiver, where under a broiling sun and in a stifling atmosphere you can see a hulking brute of a man waving his arms about and massacring disconnected snatches of Wagner to the huge delight of an ignorant crowd.

He had never had the courage to plunge into this mob-bath to listen to Berlioz, even though he admired some fragments of his work for their passionate ardour and fiery spirit; and he was well aware that there was not a single scene, not even a single phrase, in any of the mighty Wagner’s operas that could be divorced from its context with impunity.

Slices cut off and served up at a concert lost all sense and meaning, for like chapters in a book that are complementary to one another and combine to reach the same goal, the same conclusion, Wagner’s melodies were used to define the characters of his dramatis personae, to represent their thoughts, to express their visible or secret motives, and their ingenious and persistent repetitions could only be understood by an audience that followed the subject from the start and watched the characters gradually taking shape and developing in a setting from which they could not be removed without dying like branches cut from a tree.

Des Esseintes was therefore convinced that of the mob of melomaniacs who went into ecstasies every Sunday on the benches of the Cirque d’Hiver, barely twenty could tell what the orchestra was murdering, even when the attendants were kind enough to stop chattering and give it a chance of being heard.

Considering also that the intelligent patriotism of the French made it impossible for any theatre in the country to put on a Wagner opera, there was nothing left for the keen amateur who was ignorant of the arcana of music and could not or would not travel to Bayreuth but to stay at home, and this was the reasonable course Des Esseintes had adopted.

The whole book is like this. Des Esseintes is such an asshole. I love it.

Anyway, I agree with his sentiment vis-a-vis disconnected snatches of Wagner, at least when it comes to Tristan. The whole point of the chord is that you have to sit through four and a half hours of tension before it is finally resolved. Playing the prelude and Liebestod back-to-back, as a single piece, defeats the purpose. It loses the emotional weight, and degrades to just being a nice piece of music. There’s no höchste lust there.

Despite all that they played everything well, it was a great concert, and I think I like this Elim Chan.

Evening Detritus

As We All Must

I don’t use wood pencils very often. Yet somehow I have ended up with five pencil sharpeners: Nakajima Jukyudo Co. 531S, KUM Automatic Long Point AS 2M, KUM Meisterwerk, Möbius + Ruppert Wedge Single-Hole, Möbius + Ruppert #610 Castor.

Soundlessly Spinning Ethereal Void

I regret nothing.

…a pencil sharpener – that highly satisfying, highly philosophical implement that goes ticonderoga-ticon-deroga, feeding on the yellow finish and sweet wood, and ends up in a kind of soundlessly spinning ethereal void as we all must.

Nabokov, Pnin

Link Log 2026-05-30

Alex & Lee

The Trailer Gap

The Playboy Fiction Index

Rogue One: The Andor Cut

The banality of the video podcast

Stone Lantern, Moon Viewing Garden, SF Botanical Gardens

Diva

Last night I went to a screening of the recent 4K remaster of Diva. It looked gorgeous. I hadn’t seen Diva for a few years, but was reminded that this may be one of my favorite films. Every scene is dripping with stylish neo-noir coolness. This movie is probably one of the reasons I started going to the opera. Beineix shoots Paris like Mann shoots Chicago and L.A..

Diva, of course, is also part of the unofficial Nagra Film Trilogy. If you like beautifully designed, portable, high-fidelity audio equipment, you want to watch The Conversation, Diva, and Blow Out.

And just when you may have thought that this movie couldn’t be any more up-my-alley, I noticed during this viewing that in the press conference scene one of the reporters is taking notes on what appears to be a Rhodia N°13 graph pad with an (unknown to me) fountain pen. I appreciate fine stationery in film.

Très chic.

Cold, Cold Nights Under Chrome and Glass

Last week I went to see The Black Queen. This was my first time seeing them perform since 2016, when they were touring Fever Daydream. I had no idea that Danny Lohner had joined the band for this tour until he walked out on stage. At the end of the set I yelled at him to release the Tapeworm tapes, you coward.

So if that ever happens, you’re welcome.

The Black Queen feat. Danny Lohner / DNA Lounge

The Black Queen feat. Danny Lohner / DNA Lounge

Holy Water opened that night. I’d never heard him before, but he was great. He reminds me of VNV Nation. I went home and bought his album, which I did not like as much. He’s much better live. He also seems like a swell guy.

Holy Water / DNA Lounge

Holy Water / DNA Lounge

This week I went to the Male Tears show. I had never heard of them before. They’re alright, I guess. Not really my jam. I went because the opener was Sleek Teeth, who very much is my jam.

Sleek Teeth / Above DNA

Sleek Teeth / Above DNA

I first heard them last Halloween at Substance Fest. They became my favorite new-to-me band, and my third favorite of the festival overall (after Sacred Skin and Pixel Grip). Their EP is only five tracks, but all of them are bangers. When I listen to it I just loop it to make it seem longer – seven months of that, and I haven’t gotten sick of it yet. I like to listen to Operating when I’m operating operationally.

They played some new tunes, so I look forward to a full album and more shows. But I will also accept more shows of the same music. Repeatedly.