New year, new shoes. Well, not exactly new, but new to the rotation for 2012. Monk shoes might seem an odd choice of footwear, though I have written about them before here. I do after all live the life of an anti-monk: drunk, shallow, debauched, in pursuit of worldly pleasures and carnal ecstasy. The exclusive photographic image (at port) depicts my pair of Alfred Sargent monk shoes and a Charles Tyrwhitt suit. The suit is a glen plaid number with the most striking Arctic blue stripes, matching my eyes and temperament.
04 January 2012
Monks and Glen Plaid
New year, new shoes. Well, not exactly new, but new to the rotation for 2012. Monk shoes might seem an odd choice of footwear, though I have written about them before here. I do after all live the life of an anti-monk: drunk, shallow, debauched, in pursuit of worldly pleasures and carnal ecstasy. The exclusive photographic image (at port) depicts my pair of Alfred Sargent monk shoes and a Charles Tyrwhitt suit. The suit is a glen plaid number with the most striking Arctic blue stripes, matching my eyes and temperament.
03 January 2012
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27 December 2011
Dispassion
"The special trait making me an Anarch is that I live in a world which I ultimately do not take seriously. This increases my freedom; I serve as a temporary volunteer." Ernst Jünger, Eumeswil (1977)
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20 December 2011
On mens sana in corpore sano
Recent successes at the office and in the bedroom have encouraged me to approach the training regimen with renewed dedication. To prepare for the impending conflicts, I follow a strict cardio and weight-training programme at least five mornings a week. Physical training is not only important for fitness, but also for looking good. You might be surprised to learn I have also signed up for 'Spinning' class. It surprised me, too, as it wasn't my choice. Spinning, as you know, is sort of like cycling in place; it works the lower and upper body. Participants are encouraged to move around in unison, as if dancing atop their machine. At this stage I am more concerned with completing the session in one piece than with executing the correct dance moves. And anyway, I find most modern dance vulgar. It never ceases to interest me that the highest art form (Music) should inevitably be accompanied by the lowest (Dance).
The sight of a dozen tight female behinds bobbing up and down in front of me would, under different circumstances, provoke in me thoughts of a most roguish nature. But, again, my mind is focused on more existential matters. I simply want to survive, at least until the end of class. After three Spinning sessions I feel as if my bulging, muscular thighs have been whipped by hot chains and my backside violated by a spiked cricket bat. Not good. But, as they say, what doesn't kill me only makes me stronger. And so it shall.
The renewed focus on fitness extends to diet. As you know, I follow a Paleo-like diet consisting of meat, eggs, green vegetables, nuts, and lots of tea. Supplemented, of course, by wine, whisky, gin, and occasional cheeseburgers. I avoid fast food. If you insist on asking me to eat a carton of Chicken McNuggets, I'll punch you in the face. I haven't had a Coke or Pepsi since the early 1990s, and no carbonated soft drinks of any kind for over 10 years. I lack a sweet tooth. In fact I detest candy. I view sugar, carbs, processed foods, and baked goods the same way I view American society: empty, destructive, useless, devoid of value.
And there's the connection. The revolt against modernity involves not only right-thinking, but also right-living. The lies I woke up to in my 20s were the lies concerning women, race, judaics, history, economics, etc., that the liberal-totalitarian Establishment shoves down our throat. But awakening also forces a reappraisal of one's manner of living, and, if need be, a general rejection of modern American consumer culture in all of its manifestations. And that includes adopting the right fitness training regimen and diet. Don't be afraid to become who you are. Live your resistance.
19 December 2011
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14 December 2011
Sherlock Holmes: Fierce Energy
'My own complete happiness, and the home-centred interests which rise up around the man who first finds himself master of his own establishment, were sufficient to absorb all my attention, while Holmes, who loathed every form of society with his whole Bohemian soul, remained in our lodgings in Baker Street, buried among his old books, and alternating from week to week between cocaine and ambition, the drowsiness [sic] of the drug, and the fierce energy of his own keen nature.'"A Scandal in Bohemia", Arthur Conan Doyle (1891)
Steampunk !
After a morning of intense weight-training, I picked her up to attend a local museum to view a Victorian art show and Steampunk exhibition. It was her idea. The Victorian art was sublime, as always, and included a prized Burne-Jones piece and several hunting scenes. The Steampunk show was another matter. Steampunk, as Wikipedia defines it:'...is a sub-genre of science fiction, fantasy, alternate history, and speculative fiction that came into prominence during the 1980s and early 1990s. Steampunk involves a setting where steam power is still widely used—usually Victorian era Britain or "Wild West"-era United States—that incorporates elements of either science fiction or fantasy. Works of steampunk often feature anachronistic technology or futuristic innovations as Victorians may have envisioned them, based on a Victorian perspective on fashion, culture, architectural style, art, etc. This technology includes such fictional machines as those found in the works of H. G. Wells and Jules Verne...'
So there you have it. Most of the artifacts and clothing involve configurations of leather, metal, and imagined sci-fi contraptions. Steampunk, while on the surface rather silly, is precisely the sort of sub-culture or alternative community our people must construct as a balwark against the State-sponsored popular culture. My particular favourite was the Jules Verne exhibit, featuring the novel 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea and a model of the submarine Nautilus, with which I was fascinated as a small child. Captain Nemo was an early inspiration.
Afterwards we stopped by the German Club for a late lunch.
13 December 2011
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