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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?