The Diarizing Acclimation

In 2009 when Oliver and I landed in Kosice, Slovakia, we spent a good amount of time seeking out the components of a diarizing system with which we could, in analog form, document our trip. We sought a notebook. A pen. A glue stick (for affixing receipts and other paper evidence to the notebook). This was one of a long line of such assemblaging adventures, and something that we’ve come to rely on as an important part of travel.

There’s a lot to recommend it.

First, the process of gathering the required materials takes us into all manner of places that we’d never go otherwise: stationery stores, pen shops, the glue stick aisle of the grocery store. It’s a tour of the local paper goods aesthetic. And the tour often results on spin-off benefits — the restaurant found down an unlikely alley, the conversation with the pen shop owner.

Second, having a formally acquired tool set for making a diary ups the ante with regards to actually writing diary entries: we’ve already invested all this time, we must make best use of it.

Third, the process of writing the diary entries is both a useful way of processing the day’s events and a useful reference for the future when trying to remember the name of the smoky restaurant in Kosice (Amir) or when it was that you lost your temper and wanted to go back to the hotel forever (Phitsanulok). It’s a counterpoint to the digital diarizing that happens in this space (or this one), but includes things too mundane, too personal, or too salacious for public consumption. It’s point-form notes, the detailed plot of the adventure before it’s distilled into story form.

And, finally, writing in a diary is a slow process best done outside and over coffee. It’s completely unlike sitting in the wifi-enabled Airbnb and tapping away at a keyboard. It’s a contemplative, public, social act. And that’s something that every trip needs more of.

Dear Diary

I’ve found it useful, recently, to add one item to the kit: a holder. Conveniently for this trip, I happened to visit MUJI, which specializes in such things. So the Berlin assemblage looked like this:


The MUJI here in Berlin includes a “MUJI YOURSELF” station near the exit, with a collection of self-inking rubber stamps you’re free to use to customize products you’ve purchased (and MUJI products, branding-free as they are, are perfect for this):


Custom MUJI

I left BER02, the second of the notebooks, as a gift for Peter and Michelle, who generously loaned me their flat while I’ve been in Berlin.


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Oliver B on May 14, 2016 - 17:46 Permalink

I came to the same appreciation of this problem-solving-errand-running activity in the year I spent living out of my backpack across south Asia. It's feels like cultural immersion, but at its most rewarding, it almost relies on knowing hardly a word of the language. A fun variant is when you don't even know what will help you, and you have to somehow communicate the problem. I also have to say ditto to diarizing, and to doing it outside at cafe table, although for me my diary was my postcards and aerograms home. People gave these back to me, ultimately, though I didn't have that in mind when I wrote them, except maybe for the ones I wrote to my mother. But this shopping errand appreciation definitely isn't universal. Sophie could not see any value whatsoever to riding around in taxis to far-flung, traffic-riven and polluted commercial thoroughfares, which she pointed out, aren't even as pleasant as the ones we have at home.