I frequent Sufu a lot. I stalk dere like pedobear at the 5 year old swimming championships. One awesome ting dey has is the gr8 people. One user in particular, done gone take da cake, by producing the most mad hectic, hot fiyah piece of varsity jacket evar.
Sheep dat I am, I splashed it and am now the proud and happy owner of a jacket which will keep me warm in the mildness that is Sydney’s winter. The Temple of Jawnz Varsity jacket is the first piece in a now growing collection of outerwear and other product ideas. These include the upcoming double American jacket. Which is the standard ToJ Varsity with zip closure on one side and it flips into an MA-1 on the other. Check the linked thread for moar.
I went for the standard varsity in the “Jason Bourne” colorway, which is basically grey cashmere blend body, with dark grey ribbing, white lambskin leather sleeves and pocket trim with white snap buttons. I fit perfect in the standard 48 but the creator was offering an MTM service, which includes the ability to pick colors and materials as well as variations for length, sleeve length etc. This jacket is a limited run and it will end at the end of July.
The leather is sooooo buuuuuttttteerrrryyyy sofffttt….. And da cashmere is sooooo smoooovvvveee… The inside is lined with blue check shirting, collar is foldback, sleeve ribbing is xtra long for stax, cut is slim throughout. Comes wif 2 diagonal front pockets and 1 inside pocket. SOOOOOO GUUUUUUDDDDD! I wore it outside in something like 10 degrees celsius and it was fine.
Filed under: Drink
Ok so udda night, I was chillin’ with sum homies and we wuz drinkin dem sojus den one of my frenz pulls out a frozone bottle of majik Korean elixir of beatuy. (Becos wen u driunk, you can’et see shiz) Den she like smacks the bottom one time and bam, the top shiz is lyk frozen. And den she pour me out a slushie. A soju slushie. I puked like a bitch after we reach da 15th bottle. Or carton. I can’t member.
I think its likely due to the agitation caused by the violent striking, causing carbon dioxide to be released from what used to be a previously still bottle of soju. The soju itself, of course, is around 12% alcohol or so, I’m underestimating but bear with me. The alcohol causes the freezing temperature of the liquid to drop well below the -18 degrees celsius most common commercial freezers drop to. Thus, it remains in a liquid form. However, when the carbon dioxide is released after the bottle is hit, it creates a sort of precipitation device for the water molecules within the liquid to crystallize around, hence “freezing” if you will. Sort of like how snow would form in cold weather. I am also of the firm belief that everything I have spoke thus far is utter rubbish, whether it was grammatical or otherwise. However, I would like to state, for the record, that soju slushies, are da shiznit.
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warnign! iz NSFW sum tings. butt iz laffing or mega goosebumpps! or pukingz!!!!!! mak su re y iz 2 not b eat fud or drin king sum juuz wen c pixorz!11
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Waltz With Bashir is an Isreali animated documentary that has been nominated and awarded to the high heavens. A drastically stylish take on the events leading up to the Sabra & Shatila massacre in 1982, the viewer follows director Ari Folman as he tries to rediscover his memories as a soldier for the Isreali Defence Force during that time. He is visited by a friend haunted by dreams caused by the war, some 20 odd years ago, which triggers his own hallucinations. His friend advises him to investigate and find out just what happened, so he goes off to talk to various people involved. Piece by piece, the details of that tragic event are revealed, woven into an incredibly sad tale about the horrors of war.
The title for the film comes a scene within the film itself, when one interviewee, Frenkel, bursts out onto a street in the middle of heavy shooting, and breaks into an absurd waltz, with posters of Bashir Gemayel. Bashir had just been elected president of Lebanon but was then murdered. The massacre the film looks into was revenge for that killing. It’s probably the most dramatic, unbelieveable shot in the film. The pic below shows Frenkel’s feet dancing as the shells fall out of his MAG machinegun.
Waltz is gripping and engaging, tainted by the trauma of war. As an outsider, I cannot begin to understand the true events or the complexities that would lead people to commit crimes like the one portrayed in the film. I can only sit in my cosy albeit ergonomically shitty little chair and postulate on a world far removed from my own and remain comforted that it is so. Beautiful as the Max Richter enabled soundtrack is, I feel guilty that someone feels the need to color over a tragedy to make it easier to swallow.
Another scene I remember well, is when one of the soldiers reminisces how he was on a boat and Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark’s Enola Gay played like it was a party until everything gets blown to bits. The song, references the B-29 bomber that dropped that jawn on Hiroshima in WWII. Call it hippie, peace loving crap if you want, but civilians and innocents do not deserve getting the shit. Ever.
Filed under: Design, Drink, Sydney | Tags: jars, minimalist, plusminuszero, productlust, t2, tea
Not the movie with the governor of California no. T2’s the name for a chain of tea shops. They sell a very good variety of loose leaf greens, blacks and red teas as well as chai and fruit teas but what I really like is their “stuff”. There’s a store near where I live and it’s a little haphazardly decorated and jarringly messy all in a good way. There’s a counter in the middle, with dark shelves everywhere laden with teas sorted by type. Then there’s round tables swamped with all manner of tea related bric a brac, from Japanese cast iron pots and stainless steel mesh strainers to Turkish style cups with loud printed patterns.
The packaging and their identity design stands out too. Simple helvetica is something everyone uses but there’s not too much to oversell the tea, with no cheesy nonsense like idyllic pictures of slave children working the fields in Sri Lanka on the dawn’s first light on the day of the solstice. It just tells you exactly what tea is contained within, with only color separating the varieties.
One of my fave things costs like $3.50 and its just a small amber colored glass jar with a black screwcap. It’s used to keep your tea in and it’s so simple and superclean, airtight plus the coloring helps keep the tea from harsh light. I am envisioning a whole row of these babies lining my desk in future next to a plusminuszero kettle.
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= Tannic heaven.
Truth be told, it does reek of a certain white yuppie stench but I was so taken by the great service that I forked over the slightly high price of $12 for some organic sencha. They did not have a non organic version. Definitely going back for some rooibos, which I sampled and was delish. Still, I have quite a bit of tea to go through.
Filed under: Design, Fashion, Health | Tags: hair, hiroki nakamura, steez, topknot
Right, so I’m dead set on keeping my hair long, tying it into a topknot-ish thingamajig and trying to keep shaving until I develop a worthy beard someday. Perhaps when I’m 40, I will finally be steezy. Like Hiroki.
Also, the interviewer sounds like one half of the Aunts in The Simpsons when she says “BOWHOWS MENTAHLATY…” in a supergruff voice that gets me cracking.
Released in 1941, Humphrey Bogart and Mary Astor are the key players in this crime caper, considered to be one of the first examples of film noir. It’s definitely got a whole lotta style and Bogey rocks his smarmy charms on screen really well. He plays Sam Spade, a private eye, hired by Astor’s Ruth Wonderly to track her “missing” sister. Spade’s partner goes to stake things out but ends up dead instead. There’s more than meets the eye, Miss Wonderly is a fake! She’s just one of several others trying to get their hands on The Maltese Falcon, a seemingly inconsequential painted statuette of a bird, which is supposed to be encrusted with jewels worth a millions dollars.
Mix in some double triple crossing and the possibility that romance could come out of nothing and you have a film which captivated me from start to finish. They don’t really make movies like these anymore.
Bogey rolls a spliff in the opening scene.
This shot reminds me of Magritte. Everything does.
Mary Astor plays the love interest / lying sack of.
Peter Lorre as Joel Cairo, a flashy, European type crim.
The rather aptly nicknamed, “Fat Man”, comes with pre loaded English accent.
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Augh, why do cute little girls grow up? I mean, uh. Man, Chris Bailey cuts a trench like the best huh? Yea um. Dat.
Summer’s a few months away and I’m not particularly looking forward to its return quite just yet. Something to do with the heat and flies you see. I like cold weather. I gets to wear more clothez. However, sometimes, certain objects are powerful enough to make you wish the seasons could flip on a dime. Like these awesome handmade in Maine, Quoddy boat shoes. Just think, stroking my beard with some whiskey ON A BOAT! ON A BOAT! ON A !*($&(*ING BOAT! feat. T-Pain yo.
Only a few months previous, these same shoes retailed at a ludicrously low amount and demand from the fashion set got so big that they had to hire more workers and raise prices. And they keep flying off the shelves anyway. Still, they probably make some of the finest moccasins around (everything is still small scale and completely handmade) and if you order from the online store, its supposed to take like one to two months to get to you because they do it to order. Or you could plump for one of the many collaborative efforts Quoddy puts out with various stores/brands like South Willard or Albam, which would see the time lapse cut short drastically and proffer some unique options.
How dope is dat brown jawn.
I can’t remember which season these Wings + Horns Service Boots are from, but they are SEX!
