Saturday, October 24, 2009

Working with your hands

"I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat." -Winston Churchill

Friday, September 18, 2009

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A man opens the door for a lady, always.
He also stands when she joins or leaves the table or enters or leaves the room.

The American Experience

"O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you, you express me better than I can express myself."-Walt Whitman

War and Peace

Seize the moments of happiness, love and be loved! That is the only reality in the world, all else is folly. -Leo Tolstoy War and Peace

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Charles Baudelaire


by: Charles Baudelaire

      HERE are some powerful odours that can pass
      Out of the stoppard flagon; even glass
      To them is porous. Oft when some old box
      Brought from the East is opened and the locks
      And hinges creak and cry; or in a press
      In some deserted house, where the sharp stress
      Of odours old and dusty fills the brain;
      An ancient flask is brought to light again,
      And forth the ghosts of long-dead odours creep.
      There, softly trembling in the shadows, sleep
      A thousand thoughts, funereal chrysalides,
      Phantoms of old the folding darkness hides,
      Who make faint flutterings as their wings unfold,
      Rose-washed and azure-tinted, shot with gold.
      A memory that brings languor flutters here:
      The fainting eyelids droop, and giddy Fear
      Thrusts with both hands the soul towards the pit
      Where, like a Lazarus from his winding-sheet,
      Arises from the gulf of sleep a ghost
      Of an old passion, long since loved and lost.
      So I, when vanished from man's memory
      Deep in some dark and sombre chest I lie,
      An empty flagon they have cast aside,
      Broken and soiled, the dust upon my pride,
      Will be your shroud, beloved pestilence!
      The witness of your might and virulence,
      Sweet poison mixed by angels; bitter cup
      Of life and death my heart has drunken up!

Friday, September 11, 2009

September 11, 2009. 
It's cold and rainy.
"The sky is crying."- Hillary

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Fashion's Night Out

Fashion's Night Out tonight. 

Autumn on the way

It appears we're not going to get an indian summer.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Birdwell Beach Britches. Classic swimming trunks. Get a pair.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Babylon Revisited

"I heard that you lost a lot in the crash."
"I did," and he added grimly, "but I lost everything I wanted in the boom." - Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

Friday, August 28, 2009

Winter will be coming. Get a Pea Coat, Military Issue.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

A Man always walks on the street side of a woman. Always.
A man carries a handkerchief. It was good enough for your grandfather.
Clarks Desert Boots. Incredibly comfortable, classics, every man should graduate to these upon wearing out his Wallabees from univeristy.

The Pride of the Yankees. The Iron Horse.

Monday, August 24, 2009

"Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying, That's Damn Right." -Red from Shawshank

A serious writer is not to be confounded with a solemn writer. 
A serious writer may be a hawk or a buzzard or even a popinjay, 
but a solemn writer is always a bloody owl. -Ernest Hemingway

APC Jeans: Durability and Style, every man should have a pair. Never wash them.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

This Gal's Got Pluck

Saturday, August 22, 2009

"I was painting the loneliness of a large city"-Edward Hopper

A Man's Man