Behold my photos from New Years 2006. I’ve managed to squeeze them in under the deadline for all things holiday. Be sure to click round and take full advantage of Flickr’s slick slideshow controls.

This feels like that John Travolta-in-Pulp Fiction moment. It’s a piece of video that will mark the turning point for a brand we all thought had passed its prime. I hope they turn the whole industry on its head all over again!

Sometimes you get little reminders of why the town you live in is lame, and how much cooler it is to live in the larger cities of the world. This morning I got a mail notifying me of what will probably be the most hilarious way to spend this Saturday night. The 1986 Ultimate Jr. High Winter Dance Re-enactment and Ricky Schroeder Appreciation Night. An evening of teased hair, ill-fitting formal wear, and 80’s music…what more could anyone ask for? How about a make-out closet, spiked punch, and a dance contest? Check.

If you’re in the city of angels this weekend, please do go so that I might live vicariously through you. I’d be buying a plane ticket today, were it not for a busy work weekend (and everything else).

i stalked you tonight. I’ve spent more time on Facebook in the last two hours than I probably ever have before. I watched Armageddon, which has this part in the finale where I cry every time, so that probably wasn’t the smartest thing. Oh and the whole evening has been lubricated courtesy of my boss’s holiday gift of the ingredients necessary to make a Buzz Aldrin, which hits like a stray heat-shield tile on re-entry.

I’ll go back to the gym tomorrow which should help take my mind off of you, but our conversation this weekend didn’t do me any favours. I can’t stop thinking too far into the future, so hopefully I can focus on work and exercise to steal away my attention. This is the dark side of my geekiness; it’s far too easy to keep an eye on you even when we’re far away.

Next month I’m going to Hawaii for an off-schedule birthday celebration for grandpa, concluding with me spending my birthday on a flight back from Hawaii to Washington. Hopefully that’ll pass with a minimum of celebration as I’m not interested in a whole pile of focus on my own life.

If we can each distract ourselves with our day-to-day lives, then hopefully that will pass the time quickly and we can come out the other end of this in the right way. That’s the only hope that keeps me from sleeping all day, because at this point I can’t wait to be a year or more into the future.

The next time anyone’s looking to fufill my wishes by throwing material posessions at me, keep this beauty in mind. Bell & Ross take the concept of timepieces as professional tools seriously.

The BR 01-92 Automatic has got to be the easiest watch to read I’ve ever imagined, while retaining the right manly aspects of industrial adventure essentials. Sure it’s hard to find and extraordinarily expensive, but if I don’t ask…

Last night while I was watching movies and doing laundry and drinking whiskey and cleaning my camera and plotting adventures and surfing Flickr and stealing music and chatting online…I had the strongest urge to smoke.

A cigar, some hookah, a handful of cancer sticks, a finely-tuned hash pipe. Really almost anything would have fit the bill. Perhaps it was a desire to be back in Europe where you can still get away with it (though Asia is clearly the last bastion of the smoker), or maybe just a desire to be outside saying ‘fuck you’ to the cold.

I didn’t fufill my urge, but it certainly has got my mind thinking about the Kasbah again. I let it slide over the holidays, but now I’m determined to have it up and running this quarter (maybe it’ll influence the ReDesign). By the time we’re out of this circus weather and into more consistent northern climes, there will be many nights spent on the balcony smoking and thinking great thoughts. This much I promise you.

Question: What is the next realm of sport to get the Will Ferrell treatment? Watch the Blades of Glory trailer.

Cruise Control by wbeem

Go forth and download the Banksy prints of your choosing. “Serving suggestion: Prints look best when done on gloss paper using the company printer ink when everyone else is at lunch.”

I wore my favorite pair of undies today. They’re impossibly comfortable and flattering at the same time. However getting dressed at the gym tonight I was struck by a serious issue.

While my initial thought was to throw out all of my old collection (I can’t in good consience donate used underwear), I worry about losing this special experience. If all of my undies are like this don’t I then run the risk of losing this special feeling of wearing my ‘favourite pair’ once every month or so?

So the question then becomes do I attempt greatness by investing in a fleet of excellent undies, or do I simply allow this pair to maintain its superstar status?