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Finally back in NYC after a long weekend in North Carolina for a wedding! I brought my computer with me out there but honestly wanted to make the trip as authentic and relaxing as possible so I decided to take a break from my life on the computer. After serious withdraws I am back! Glad to see tons of new members, more updates, and PICTURES!!! Hope everyone is well.
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Lando - excellent decision..sometimes you just have to live the moment…
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I have been re-reading Pattern Recognition by William Gibson (a fine book about a great many things), and I thought you might enjoy the following excerpt.
Cayce Pollard (the protagonist) has just arrived in London for a meeting at an ad agency (Dorotea is an unlikeable employee of said agency):
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"Dorotea may have attempted to out-minimalize her this morning, Cayce decides. If so, it hasn't worked. Dorotea's black dress, for all its apparent simplicity, is still trying to say several things at once, probably in at least three languages. Cayce has hung her Buzz Rickson's over the back of her chair, and now she catches Dorotea looking at it.
The Rickson's is a fanatical museum-grade replica of a U.S. MA-1 flying jacket, as purely functional and iconic a garment as the previous century produced. Dorotea's slow burn is being accelerated, Cayce suspects, by her perception that Cayce's MA-1 trumps any attempt at minimalism, the Rickson's having been created by Japanese obsessives driven by passions having nothing at all to do with anything remotely like fashion.
Cayce knows, for instance, that the characteristically wrinkled seams down either arm were originally the result of sewing with pre-war industrial machines that rebelled against the slippery new material, nylon. The makers of the Rickson's have exaggerated this, but only very slightly, and done a hundred other things, tiny things, as well, so that their product has become, in some very Japanese way, the result of an act of worship. It is an imitation more real somehow than that which it emulates. It is easily the most expensive garment Cayce owns, and would be virtually impossible to replace."
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Sorry i've been completely absent recently, i've literally been glued to the television and my playstation 3 controller. Anyways, that said, just wanted to tell everyone while i've been gone i've missed you all…but Red Dead Redemption really can keep me distracted enough to make that painful missing of you guys less painful
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Sorry i've been completely absent recently, i've literally been glued to the television and my playstation 3 controller. Anyways, that said, just wanted to tell everyone while i've been gone i've missed you all…but Red Dead Redemption really can keep me distracted enough to make that painful missing of you guys less painful
::) Glad to hear it. Now I need to get offa my lazy ass and pick it up!
I have been re-reading Pattern Recognition by William Gibson (a fine book about a great many things), and I thought you might enjoy the following excerpt.
Cayce Pollard (the protagonist) has just arrived in London for a meeting at an ad agency (Dorotea is an unlikeable employee of said agency):
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"Dorotea may have attempted to out-minimalize her this morning, Cayce decides. If so, it hasn't worked. Dorotea's black dress, for all its apparent simplicity, is still trying to say several things at once, probably in at least three languages. Cayce has hung her Buzz Rickson's over the back of her chair, and now she catches Dorotea looking at it.
The Rickson's is a fanatical museum-grade replica of a U.S. MA-1 flying jacket, as purely functional and iconic a garment as the previous century produced. Dorotea's slow burn is being accelerated, Cayce suspects, by her perception that Cayce's MA-1 trumps any attempt at minimalism, the Rickson's having been created by Japanese obsessives driven by passions having nothing at all to do with anything remotely like fashion.
Cayce knows, for instance, that the characteristically wrinkled seams down either arm were originally the result of sewing with pre-war industrial machines that rebelled against the slippery new material, nylon. The makers of the Rickson's have exaggerated this, but only very slightly, and done a hundred other things, tiny things, as well, so that their product has become, in some very Japanese way, the result of an act of worship. It is an imitation more real somehow than that which it emulates. It is easily the most expensive garment Cayce owns, and would be virtually impossible to replace."
First time I'd encountered Buzz Rickson. Great read.
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It is officially my 29th Birthday Here in NY… Woo Hoo ::)
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY !! Have a great and sunny day - you can't go wrong today …
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Thanks Beats! I gotta get to bed so I can wake up early and enjoy the Sunshine in NY ALL DAY!!! Pics to come of whatever I end up doing. PS, tried to wear my IH-9527J with a hoodie down to the corner store tonight and I ended up sweating my face off. Guess those photos will have to wait till I get back to SF…
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It is officially my 29th Birthday Here in NY… Woo Hoo ::)
Belated Happy Birthday! Sorry I missed it, hope you're having a great trip to NYC.
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Thank to everyone for all of your B-Day love! NY is great (90 Degrees) today. The festivities will continue throughout the week and weekend. I have a feeling the level of debauchery will escalate as it gets hotter out and I have less time here. Hope everyone is having a good week in your respective areas of the world. Oh yeah so everyone who thinks Iron Heart Denim cannot be worn in hotter climates, I disagree! Rocking my IH-634S's in the NY 90 Degree + Humidity Heat with no issues…
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Today is my last day at Berkeley City College. I will be dropping off a 9 page paper, picking up my associates degree, going to Cal to get my Student ID (in my Quilted Chambray no less) and then heading back to BCC for my last test at that institution. Maybe i'll bump into Onochie (WesleyPipes on sufu) or Adrian (Bjork on sufu)..
anyways, grand and glorious day for me today. till later my friends..
