Mood-Ring Fountain Pen

Ciana Wilson is not only one of the most stunningly beautiful women in the world, but she also has a way with words. A way with aesthetics in general. If you haven't caught on yet, reading through our back log you should see the we at the Empire are reasonably committed to a strong sense of aesthetics. It also should be clear that I think quite highly of Miss Wilson's abilities for prose and thought and wit.

Ciana has been gnashing at the proverbial bit for us to bring this guest week to you the humble readership. I dare not say, out of boredom with our ideas, but perhaps to bring something of the feminine perspective to our all too patriarchically inclined  imperial duo.

But really I can't convey the particular style with which "Trouble" Wilson views, processes and presents the world. It should be clear momentarily in her own sumptuous stylings. And thus, I bring you my number one, day two:

Journaling, one of my favorite activities in the whole world, has always allowed me to peek into the recesses of my brain, be it my nine-year old mind or yesterday's. Have you ever come home a little tipsy and written down something you thought was truly epic and revolutionary? Or perhaps just beautiful and meaningful? If you have, you will know where I am going with this. When you have some time to kill, I suggest reading over some of the things you wrote by hand when you were a kid or a teenager. Sometimes you will be so impressed by how smart you were, or in many cases, how little proper English you chose to use. Our brains process a lot of information. We constantly stumble across what may be brilliant thoughts that we may or may not choose to record. Conversely, our brains process a ton of emotion. It is the pinnacle of entertainment to read over old love letters, miserable poetry, and angry rants and raves you penned in your adolescent years.

Now, if only the culture-saturated and circus-mirror-distorted lens that is our brain could be tossed casually aside to reveal the truth behind the language we use in our journalistic endeavors...

This is where I bring in my idea: Mood-Ring Ink for a Mood-Ring Fountain Pen. Remember mood rings and how rad they were? Mine always seemed to be black. I guess that's why I was goth in high school. Occasionally it would turn pretty shades of red, green, or gold. Everyone knows that mood rings are simply heat activated. There is, however, some biological basis for a body temperature and mood correlation.

This precious and rare mood-ink would be hypersensitive to heat, and would transmit the changing colors onto paper as your body temperature, and we can suppose mood, too, changed. I personally enjoy the idea of selling small, old-fashioned jars of iridescent ink that is cozily contained under a small cork top. The pen itself would need to be made of glass or a very thin metal so the temperature of your hand could easily affect the ink.

Going through your diary to determine exactly how you felt about Johnny or Sally when you met him or her for the first time on Saturday night will get a lot more interesting if you see that your ink was red (or black!) when you spilled your guts onto the written page. Likewise, when soul-searching and attempting to sort out your life, you will be able to go back and see where your passions really lay, or if you were just fooling yourself. We can also suppose that this mood-ink has the capability of determining even very ethereal states of mind, such as jealousy, happiness, confusion, peacefulness, depression, etc., all of which surelymust have corresponding body temperatures.

Until we can separate our consciousnesses from the media and culture that constantly sculpt and bend our minds, Mood-Ring Fountain Pens are the only way to truth!