Monday, September 29, 2008

Bacchanalian Mondays: Michael Caine

Michael Caine, otherwise known as Sir Maurice Joseph Micklewhite, Jr., CBE, is a baller. And he's British.

He's a supporter of Chelsea FC, and as a fan "chill out music," has created a mix compilation called "Cained." Righteous.

He was also named GQ's Man of the Year.

As a side note, the guest speaker in my journalism class right now reminds me a little of Ricky Gervais, who is a funny, funny man and also British. Unfortunately, dear lecturer only reminds me of him in looks.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Monday, September 15, 2008

Bacchanalian Mondays: The fathers of the modern cavalier

Phineas Mollod and Jason Tesauro co-penned "The Modern Gentleman," the authoritative handbook for any contemporary male who is interested in resurrecting the ideal of the gentleman, armed with class, refined panache and debonair comportment.

Their book addresses all the things you need to know about conducting yourself appropriately in today's society: tipping, entertaining, styling--as well as some of the more rakish activities that might accompany "hosting large or intimate gatherings in pyjamas."

These fellows would be ideal candidates for carousing.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

The pen is mightier

I'm the kind of person that exhaustively researches when I get interested in something, which should explain why I've spent a considerable portion of my day learning about fountain pens.

The inception of this latest fleeting obsession is rather roundabout. Matt Eich, recent winner of the College Photographer of the Year, has a tattoo on his inner arm of the rule of thirds. That got me thinking about what tattoo would adequately commemorate my proposed profession. I thought perhaps a fountain pen might be appropriate (or, just as intriguing but noticeably more geeky: an Ethernet port.)

I had no idea that there was such a market for luxury writing instruments. And by luxury, I mean prices that skyrocket into the thousands. The pen on the right, the Cartier Santos, is so expensive that the FahrneysPens.com doesn't even volunteer the price. Don't worry; I e-mailed them to find out:

It costs a cool $3,460.

The pen at the top is the Lamy Safari. At $25, it's about the cheapest you can expect to spend on one, but as long as you don't lose it, you recoup the cost quickly with the cheapness of ink versus the expense of frequently replacing lost Pilot G2-07s.

The fountain pens employ a nib that relies on gravity and capillary action to transfer the ink to the paper. The nib allows perfect control of the intensity of your scrawl. Owners and aficionados swear that words written with a fountain pen look more alive than the tacky ballpoint. Many people also believe that handwriting improves with the use of a fountain pen.

Classiness is the other reason I would be inclined to buy a fountain pen. I suppose it's a symbolically apt possession to have, given my desired career path. Also, they are very European--students are encouraged to purchase them, and ASDA, Walmart's arm in the British isles, sells disposables at a very reasonable price.

Therefore, having a fountain pen automatically boosts my pretentiousness points.

This is the Cartier Panthére, and there were only 500 made, so I don't even want to guess how much it costs.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Bacchanalian (Tuesdays?): PSH

Since I forgot yesterday, here today is Philip Seymour Hoffman, who, according to Perez Hilton, has recently been cast in the next Batman movie.

Monday, September 8, 2008

Material goods bring me happiness

This is unabashedly a journey in to corporeal obsession, but here are some products and items that will absolutely, definitely, probably make my life better (but unfortunately are out of my price range at the moment):


Volkswagen Beetle from Northern Ireland.


The black MacBook.


Cardigan from Banana Republic.


And this stellar 1950 Rolex Oyster wristwatch. If you're interested in salivating over high-quality pieces of chronometry, hop over to CoolVintageWatches.com.

This doesn't bode well for my affinity for minimalism. But if I were to actually follow through with these items, no matter what happened, I'd know I've got that vehicle/computer/clothing/watch/fill-in-the-blank problem covered.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Boyish certitude picks Obama

A mother and her son walked into the coffee shop yesterday, apparently to study together. The boy, who couldn't have been more than about 13, had a bookishness and subtle frailty about him that reminded me a little of Haley Joel Osment in some of his earlier films.

My coworker Christopher complimented him on his oversized "Obama '08" T-shirt, and the boy, with all possible earnestness and conviction, responded in his prepubescent squeak, "He's going to win."

His certainty, which reminded me of a child's surety that an ailing pet is going to pull through, was the most touching thing I've seen all week.

Monday, September 1, 2008

Couch Challenge '08: Final stretch

And I'm done.

What began 24 long hours ago is at an end, which is a good thing because I'm not sure how many more Comedy Central re-runs I can take. Apart from some minor shenanigans from Patrick and Peter, the challenge went fairly smoothly.

A quick breakdown of how I spent my day on the couch:
I think of all the 24-hour challenges, this one is probably easiest, which means that there are bigger and better heights to achieve. Suggestions are welcome. Now I'm going to go play "We Are The Champions" and take a much needed shower.

Bacchanalian Mondays: Airtight Messiah

Believe it or not, there is a gathering of the most talented air guitarists present in the world today at a fierce competition held in Finland.

Recently, a group of cinematographers created a documentary commemorating this inspirational event. That film, "Air Guitar Nation," highlights the excellence of this era's experts.

One of the most striking practitioners of this fine art is called the Airtight Messiah. After Googling him, I can find very little, but the mystery is part of what makes me think he rules. He is strangely elusive, yet hauntingly present in the air guitar scene, and with a name like "Airtight Messiah," how could he not be a perfect candidate for partying?

After watching the trailer below, I'm sure you'll agree that these guys probably know how to throw a good party.