Thursday, July 20, 2006

Queen of the Reich

One of great progressive metal bands around, Queensryche started life back in the 80s when big hair was all the rage. Queen of the Reich was a brilliant introduction for the band before moving on in sophistication and accomplishment.

Thanks to YouTube however, this has come back to haunt them. The music video has a plot and cheesy acting all thrown in. But everyone has got to start somewhere and Tate's voice, DeGarmo's guitar solo with Rockenfield's drums demonstrated that these boys were going to go far.

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Thursday, July 13, 2006

IWC at the movies

IWC is in the movies!

Dressing actors in Lucky Number Slevin and Miami Vice, one of Switzerland's respected watch houses is making an entrance to film featuring its Aquatimer Minute Memory and Portuguese Automatic Chronograph.

IWC Aquatimer Minute Memory

Since taking the helm at IWC, CEO Georges Kern is increasing the visibility of the company by having its watches appear in movies and television. IWC has already been running an aggressive advertising campaign in the print media for the last two years. Thus its foray into movies is a refreshing addition to other watch houses like Omega, Panerai and Rolex.

After years of being inundated with tacky Tag Heuer advertisements featuring celebrities, IWC maintains its clean image by focusing the attention on its watches. No mega-stars are paid to appear and there is no hyping of frivolous gimicks. By being selective about the movies it is featured in, the company reinforces its masculine image by featuring bold and modern designs. Staying true to the the philosophy of technical timepieces designed by men for men.

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Monday, July 10, 2006

I'll see you in Australia

At 57 years of age, my uncle will not see his grandson grow into a fine young man. He will not live see his second grandson born in the months ahead either.

Thinking of my dear uncle, who was diagnosed with intestinal cancer six months ago, it has been the sad and inevitable lead up to this weekend. Arriving at his home this weekend was my only chance to say goodbye.

Arriving that early afternoon, I was not shown to him immediately. He had been sleeping through the day. So talking catch-up with the family and hearing about my cousin's life in Perth with hubby and son was the minor detour from what I had travelled up here to do.

Sitting by my uncle's bed later that evening, we hardly talked. There was nothing to say. I had to look away for an instant when I first laid eyes on his sunken form. My mother had been updating me on his condition and with such a debilitating disease, why was I shocked at all? Reading him the news from my printcopy of The Economist and watching his eyes blink at every pause, demonstrated that his mind was sharp even when his body was shutting down.

My uncle did not talk down me when I was growing up. He did not treat me like a child. He tempered this angsty boy who was only too happy to grow up immediately. He imparted patience and temperance when all I wanted to do was tear up and challenge everything. Of all my uncles, he was my favorite and having to behold a hollow shell of a man only made me sad. I wondered why he didn't stop smoking. Maybe he couldn't. Maybe he didn't want to. The choices we make in our lives impact those around us. Sitting there holding his hands quietly, all that second-guessing was just wishful thinking.

My uncle was happy to see me. It pleased him to see me smiling, to sit with him quietly for hours. He didn't want tears and I determined the last that he should remember is that his nephew loved him.

"I'll see you in Australia," he said. "Yes, we'll have a great time there," I replied.

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Monday, July 03, 2006

You

I went home for a month to get away from you. To get away from the way you make me feel. That fuzzy and sickening feeling I get when we are together. Here I am six weeks to the day I left. What has changed?

I've gone on so many long runs at night, that exertive distraction from the longing to call you. I run long. I run far. I run for my life. I run from what might be. I find no peace of mind when I lie down to close my eyes. Sleep is not the welcomed oblivion it once was.

Looking back nine weeks ago, I wish to the day that I hadn't met you. P has been my constant companion in light of it all. But she can only do so much as I go through my withdrawal. My friends, chipping in for distraction, look on helplessly.

What was the point of me going home when all we ever did then was call and message each other everyday? So what's to become of the plans we made? To cook? To travel? To do everything?

I didn't ask for you. So the question you should ask yourself is why would you want me to stay? Shutting you out should bring some peace of mind when all I fucking do is think of you.

The one benefit of a post like this, is coming back months from now and laughing at my sillyness. For I do not intend to regret my decision.

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