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Friday 28/11/14 - Class Dismissed!, Mini Paul Newman Film Festival Continues & This Week's Wristwatches (The Black & White Edition)

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Last weekend

I'd been wearing the Omega Railmaster for over a week and figured it was time for a change. I also started reading Frederick Forsyth's latest book, The Kill List. I like Forsyth. I have quite a few of his books in paperback and I must say that he's always been good at painting a succinct portrait of the political landscape of the times in which his stories are set. He worked as a journalist before penning the classic The Day of The Jackal, a fictional account of a plot to assassinate French President Charles de Gaulle, set in the early 1960s. This book was published in 1971 and became a worldwide bestseller, spawning a great movie in 1973.
Forsyth's books have always been very well researched. It was in Jackal that I learned how to create a false passport, not that I ever put the method into practice, mind you, but this procedure was able to be done back in the years prior to the Digital Age.

                                                                                    And, Mr Forsyth still uses a typewriter;

Picture (right) courtesy of  http://carnageandculture.blogspot.com.au/2013/08/frederick-forsyth-and-hindsight-40.html




 
Here's an article from 2008 that may be of interest. I'm including it here because I don't have time to read it right now and can't be bothered saving it to my hard drive;

http://news.bbc.co.uk- Why Typewriters Beat Computers.

I recall reading that Forsyth was planning to retire from writing after he'd written The Phantom of Manhattan in 1999, his sequel to the Gaston Leroux classic, The Phantom of the Opera. This book was a wild departure from the kind of thrillers Forsyth was known for, and he has since written five more thrillers. I just read that the film rights for The Kill List have been optioned. This makes sense when you consider Hollywood's renewed interest in the espionage genre. Aside from Bond 24 this time next year, we'll be getting another Mission Impossible, Bourne and Man from U.N.C.L.E film sometime in 2015, as well as a couple more adaptations of Le Carre books. It all sounds absolutely wonderful.                                        
Continuing on with my Paul Newman mini film-fest, I caught up with The Verdict (Dir: Sidney Lumet, 1982). I saw this film at the cinemas when it was released and I think I saw it again on video sometime in the late '80s.

I have to say that it holds up very well. This has much to do with Newman's performance as Frank Galvin, a Boston lawyer who's on the skids and decides to take on an unwinnable case in a last-ditch effort to save himself and gain some redemption along the way.
The supporting cast includes the wonderful character actor Jack Warden, as Galvin's pal who assists him with the case, Charlotte Rampling as the love interest (I haven't seen much of her work, but Miss Rampling can do no wrong in my book. She takes a great photo too), and James Mason as the attorney from one of Boston's biggest law firms who is defending one of the city's largest hospitals in this malpratice trial.
Like I said last week, Newman won a Best Actor  Academy Award for his performance in Scorsese's The Color of Money a few years later, but his role in The Verdict is the one that he should have won for. Although, based on his films that I have seen, he should have gotten it for Cool Hand Luke in 1967. Still, after being nominated a staggering ten times throughout his career, I'm glad that he was finally rewarded for his efforts.

Monday
             I removed the bracelet from the Speedmaster and put a grey NATO strap on it. Very Mission Control. 


My DVD copy of Harper arrived! This is one of those films that I've read about over the years whenever I've read articles on either Paul Newman or screenwriter William Goldman.
I think I'll need to watch it a couple more times, but after one viewing, I have to say that it's a big shame that Newman never made another three or four of these films throughout the '60s and '70s. Made in 1966, it's a perfect little time-capsule of the era as we see private detective Lew Harper take on a routine abduction/ransom investigation which soon finds him getting shot at and beaten up on a regular basis. The poster shown here on the right --> is the Italian version, complete with a change of title. The letter 'h' is pretty much silent in the Italian language and it's actually easier for them to pronounce 'Detective's Story' than it would be to pronounce 'Ar-pair', as they would have said it.
I must say I like the artwork on this Italian version of the poster. I chose to include this one because, while the US version is representative of the mid-Sixties, this painted artwork looks very atmospheric and manages to capture a little of Newman's world-weary portrayal of Lew Harper.
Google 'Harper poster' to see this artwork in colour.

Looking at this blog of mine last week, I was bugged by the fact that the post I wrote about the Dry Martini (April 2013) had clocked up over 80,000 views in six or eight months, but I couldn't find the traffic source for it. Hmmm. I somehow doubt that there were that many people interested in my Martini recipe. So, I reverted it to 'draft' in the hope of 'breaking the chain', so to speak. I re-posted it up a couple of days ago. Seems to have worked.

Tuesday
             Went into the city to meet my brother at the offices of my watch buddy Mike. My bro has been wanting to get himself a decent watch for some time. He called me earlier that morning and told me that he'd gotten himself one of these a few weeks ago;


An Omega Seamaster Co-Axial Planet Ocean GMT. Nice. At 44mm in diameter, it's larger than I would wear on my wrist, but it suits him just fine. Of course, now, he may have been bitten by the watch bug. I told him he should perhaps consider something a little more dressy or corporate. Then he should just stay away from any more watches after that because that road leads to madness.
Before heading into town, I decided to pack light;


Wednesday
                  Finished my Conservation classes. Great. One more class (with a test) tomorrow morning and then that's it for this year! Then, two more subjects to do (hopefully early) next year and this course will then be complete. I cannot wait.

Today
          Got the result for the test I did a couple of day's ago- 83%. Good enough. That's that subject done and out of the way. One last assignment for the Conservation subject, dealing with the effects of sunlight and moisture on various types of paper, and then I'm done for the year. Nothing else to do except re-enroll next month for the final two subjects of this course.

Very, very busy today. And it looks like there'll be much to get done around the house over the next couple of months. We're hoping to put it on the market early next year. Fun times ahead. Our daughter starts secondary school next year, so there are uniforms, books and other odds and ends to get organised in the meantime. 
Yep, much to be done around here. Not exactly NASA proportions, but it's gonna feel that way to me. Especially with this on my wrist. Back on steel;




 Thanks for reading and have a great weekend!

*thanks again to wikipedia.com for the finer details about Frederick Forsyth's literary output. You should consider donating a few bucks to wikipedia to keep it running. I did so when I realised how often I've referred to it in the past.

Friday 5/12/2014 - Time To Move, One Last Assignment, "We Are SPECTRE, Mr Bond"& This Week's Wristwatches.

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Oh, but there's much to be done around here over the next few months. Our house goes on the market early in the new year and we need to get it ship-shape, so I've been pottering along making minor repairs here and there. But enough about that, otherwise, I'd run out of internet before I finish listing all the little tasks that need to be taken care of. 

Tuesday
               Got an e-mail from one of my lecturers asking if I had sent her my final assignment for her subject. I must say that this subject was a little confusing in that all six assignments didn't have due dates listed on them. You may recall that I hammered out four of those assignments back in September. I did that as a safe-guard, since I didn't know when they were due. I figured if I got the majority of them done, then I'd be a step or two ahead of the game, so to speak. This last assignment (which was actually Assignment No.1) involved monitoring the effects of sunlight and humidity on different types of paper (FYI, newspaper comes off the worst). This exercise requires time, more than anything else. All you do is pin the papers up where they'll receive the greatest amount of UV light. And then you wait.
Here's what two months of steam from a kettle will do to a handwritten letter;



Anyway, I hadn't started this assignment yet. I thought the entire class had been given an extension until early January. However, it was my wife who suggested I get it done sooner so that "that way, it's done and you don't have to think about it anymore."
So I sat at the computer and got to work on it. I had six paper samples, ranging from archival-quality, to a sheet of loose-leaf, to a page out of a cheap paperback.
Monitoring the effects of sunlight on these, the paperback page turned a pale and dirty yellow. The newspaper sample lost all of its colour and it also faded to a darkish shade of white. All of this led me to the conclusion that, if you have any writing that you feel is of some importance, it would be best to print it on archival quality paper. This paper is pretty cool. It has been certified to have a life-span of five hundred years when stored correctly. That's cool. Now, if only any of my writing was worth saving for five hundred years.

Wednesday
                  Bills, bills, bills. As this year draws to a close, I'm aiming to clear the slate. So I sat down and worked it all out before heading out the door. When I got home, I checked them off. Always a good feeling. I'd been wearing the Omega Seamaster Planet Ocean;


Later that day, I switched over to the Tissot Visodate. I was losing track of what day it was;


Thursday
                Decided to go get the dial swapped over on my Seiko 7002. You may recall that it's a watch that I wear for handyman duties around the house, and it currently has it's original black dial, but with an after-market orange chapter ring;


However, ever since I got the steel bracelet for it, I wanted to have the dial switched over. To this colour combo;


Should be ready next week. And, because I hadn't worn this one in quite a while, I put on the Omega Seamaster AquaTerra. Because sometimes, you need something that's a little more under-the-radar;


And later in the evening, it was time for the live stream from www.007.com where Director Sam Mendes announced the title and cast for Bond 24, which commences shooting in a few days. And the title is...


Cool! As you may know, EON Productions finally secured the rights to Thunderball and, more importantly, the characters and organisations associated with it. This means that they can finally bring back Bond's arch-nemesis, Ernst Stavro Blofeld, the head of S.P.E.C.T.R.E, the SPecial Executive for Counter-Intelligence, Terrorism, Revenge & Extortion. Certainly, it all sounds comic-booky in this modern age, but given the cast, the writing talent behind it, and Sam Mendes' sure-footed directing, I think they'll be able to pull it off convincingly enough. 

I've had my own theories in recent months regarding the storyline and cast. There had been rumours kicking around for a while that Blofeld would return. I began day-dreaming about a pre-credits sequence where we see the criminal organisation Quantum (remember that they were behind the events of Casino Royale and, obviously, Quantum of Solace) pulling off some major robbery/terrorist act only to be completely wiped out by a rival (and bigger) organisation, namely SPECTRE.
This would mimic the space-craft and submarine hijacking sequences that we saw in You Only Live Twice (1967) and The Spy Who Loved Me (1977).

When I read that Dave Bautista had been cast, I had visions of him being Blofeld. If you're gonna give Daniel Craig's Bond an arch-nemesis, then it would make sense for the actor to be the kind of size and build that would pose a serious threat to 007. The only problem with that is that he would come across a little too much like Tom Hardy's Bane from Christopher Nolan's final Batman film, The Dark Knight Rises. And, of course, my day-dream opening sequence mentioned above would bear a too-striking similarity to the opening scenes of Nolan's film. 

Then we got the news a month ago that the brilliant Christoph Waltz had been cast, and I began to view him as a modern Blofeld who wears designer suits and jets around the world as some criminal mastermind.

With the unveiling of the cast during the live stream, we saw Andrew Scott. Now, he did an awesome job as Jim Moriarty in the British series, Sherlock, starring Benedict Cumberbatch, but I began to hope that he wouldn't end up being Blofeld in this new Bond film. While it might make sense to have a young criminal genius go up against 007, Andrew Scott has already done so, to devastating effect, against Sherlock Holmes. 

And Monica Bellucci has been cast in this film as well. I don't remember much after that. 

Story-wise, it's a tricky one. Screenwriter John Logan has stated that writing a Bond film is hard. I believe it, because it's all too easy to fall into pastiche territory if one is not careful. Long-time Bond scriptwriters Neal Purvis and Robert Wade were brought in for this script. Now, I have been critical of these two writers in the past, but I will gladly eat some humble pie and say that they have done some stellar work over the years. Yes, I wasn't crazy about each successive Brosnan Bond film and I found little of value in the final one he did, Die Another Day, but I've come to suspect in recent years that they were writing the kind of Bond films that everybody involved thought that audiences wanted, rather than the kind of Bond films that audiences needed. So, sorry, gents. I was a little too harsh in the past. It's no easy task writing a 007 adventure. I hope you guys had fun with this new one. 


Today
          And now that the title and cast have been revealed, there's really not much else to do except get on with life and listen out for tidbits of info and photos as they come to light during filming over the next seven months. Of course, the watch nerd in me tried to get a decent glimpse of what Daniel Craig had on his wrist. I suspected that it was his vintage Omega Seamaster 300 that he's worn in the past. I needn't have worried. Pictures began to surface on the web by the time I got up this morning;


And a close-up shot confirming my initial guess;


Cool!, I thought. I can play this game too.


Anyway, that's another week done and dusted. Just got a call from my mechanic. Car's been serviced and it's ready to be collected. Then he said; "Did you know there was no oil in the engine?"

Man, I've been slacker than I thought!

Thanks for reading and have a great weekend, all!

Miracle (Needed) On Chapel St - We Gotta Save The Astor Theatre!

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I've been going to The Astor Theatre for decades now. Admittedly, I haven't been there often, but whenever I did go, it was more than just a movie session. It was a step back in time, to an age when going to a movie palace was a big deal. I saw my fourth screening of Skyfall there about a year ago. I had, of course, already seen this Bond film at the multiplex cinemas near my house, but seeing it at The Astor was different. It was a more collective and shared experience. The audience laughed more at the humourous moments, they let out a collective "aahh", and a few of them applauded, when Bond's Aston Martin DB5 appeared on screen. And when the movie ended and the credits began to roll, the audience applauded. 
This doesn't tend to happen at the suburban multiplex cinemas. In them, the movie ends, the credits roll and the audience makes a mad beeline for the exits, leaving the auditorium looking like a popcorn factory exploded. I'm always amazed at the litter to be seen after a movie. I actually think some folks buy two tubs of popcorn- one to eat during the movie, and one to spill onto the floor.
This doesn't tend to happen at The Astor. The audience seems a little more respectful. 

Sadly, this cinema is due to close down in May 2015, when the current lease expires. The last movie will be a screening of Kubrick's 2001: A Space Odyssey (called it! I said to my wife yesterday; "I bet their last film will be a Kubrick.").
The landlords have other plans for this historic building. I'm betting that it will be turned into a block of apartments. 'Cos, you know, this town needs another block of apartments. I can see that I'm shifting into Sarcastic Teeritz as I write this. Bound to happen. The movie that I went to see yesterday was the late, great Billy Wilder's 1950 classic Sunset Boulevard.


I had planned to go see next week's movie, Casablanca, which is only the greatest movie ever made, but alas, my daughter is performing in a dance concert on the same night. That's just how things go, sometimes, bub. Doesn't really matter, I suppose. Wilder's movie is perhaps more relevant. The story of a faded star from a bygone era looking for another chance at stardom and the jaded screenwriter who sees an opportunity for an easy gig and one last chance at saving his heavily tarnished soul if he can get past his own selfishness and self-loathing. 
Yes, seeing this film made more sense. I was about to sit down in this grand old dame to watch a movie about a grand old dame. I have it on DVD and watched it about four months ago, but I wasn't going to miss the chance to see it on the big screen in this gorgeous Art Deco cinema that was built back in 1936. 

Anyway, to get into a noir mood...

I parked my jalopy in a side street and made my way towards the cinema. It was a mild spring evening, the sun was still out and there was a little traffic on the road as people headed out on this Saturday night to engage in mischief or merriment or misery. 
Or maybe all three. Some people are ambitious, after all. 

I stepped into the foyer of the cinema. There was a short queue leading to the box-office. They guy standing in front of me wore an overcoat and newsboy cap. I began thinking I should have worn my fedora. May as well pretend it was 1936. Maybe next time. If there is a next time. 

I reached the box-office, fifteen clams in my hand. The gal behind the glass wore a waistcoat and a pill-box hat, tilted at a slight angle, like a bell-hop from the Waldorf-Astoria. She smiled as I asked if it would be okay to take some pictures of the place. 
She said it would be okay as long as I didn't snap any people. I wasn't planning to. 
I headed up the stairs slowly, taking it all in. Things don't look good for this place. This could be one of the last times I do this, so I took my time. 






The place is nicely carved in the Art Deco style. Fine by me. I was half expecting Sylvia Sidney to walk in, park herself in an armchair, and light up a Fatima. Would'a been swell.
I gave my ticket to the usher. He gave me back half, and said; "Enjoy the film." 
It'll be hard not to, I thought to myself as I made my way inside and parked my dogs three spots into an aisle near the back of the balcony. I took a look around. There was some paint missing on one section of wall, but the place was holding up nicely enough. Anyway, let's see how you run when you're 78 years old.


The lights soon went dim. They showed a trailer for next week's screening of "Casablanca", just to rub it in. 

Pretty soon, the Paramount logo came up. So many stars. Franz Waxman's orchestration blared out of the speakers as this image filled the screen;


I settled a little deeper into my seat. I think a smile formed on my mug. I'm a sucker for noir with a voice-over. Gillis was about to be put through the ringer. Felt a strong urge for a cigarette, too. I quit the nails some time ago.
Just as well I wasn't watching "Casablanca". 
Rick Blaine is a terrible enabler.

As the end credits rolled, the audience applauded, and I felt a lump in my throat. Might have been due to Gloria Swanson's brilliant performance as Norma Desmond or maybe it was the fact that we had all just shared this experience together. And we might never do so again.

There would be very few of us who have never seen a movie in a small, single-screen cinema such as The Astor. Which is why it's so important to try and save this place.
My cousin lived near The Progress Cinema in Coburg and we went to see a few movies there as kids back in the '70s. It closed down in 1998 and is now a dance studio.
There was a cinema in Sydney Road, Brunswick, where I saw a Bond double-bill back in '75. I became a Bond fan with a mad yearning for a Rolex Submariner shortly afterwards. Seen every Bond film a dozen times, read every Bond book two or three times. Still don't have the Rolex, though. That cinema closed down a long time ago.
The Carlton Moviehouse was in Faraday Street, just around the corner from a bistro where I worked. Last film I saw there was Rodriguez'Desperado, starring Anotnio Banderas. That cinema is now a student travel agency.
The Valhalla Cinema was a seven minute walk from my parent's house. I think I only ever went there twice when I lived at home. Funny how you never take advantage of a situation when it's presented right under your nose. They used to screen The Blues Brothers every Friday night, but you didn't go there to watch the movie. You went there to see the audience dressed in black suits and wearing RayBan sunglasses as they sang and danced along to the songs in the movie. The cinema even had its own police black & white like the ones featured in the extraordinary car chase from the film. It shut down for a while and re-opened as one of the Palace Cinema chains. It now shows current films.
Jake and Elwood Blues are but a nicotine-stained memory.
The Astor Theatre is perhaps the last of its kind in this fair city. Which is why it's so important to keep it alive.

There's a petition going over at change.org;

Save The Astor Theatre

It needs another 1,300 signatures. I'm not sure if it'll even help, but it's worth a try. I've already signed it. If you're reading this and you live a thousand miles away, you should still sign it. This cinema represents a piece of history. It represents a part of our lives that is being swallowed up by the allocated-seating, over-buttered popcorn, lousy-service-from-uncaring-teenagers, shopping-centre multiplexes that have sprung up in the last twenty years. I got no problem with modern cinemas. That's where you go to see The Avengers or the latest screen adaptation of a Jane Austen book. But there's only one place where you can go see Dr. Strangelove on a Monday, Gone Girl on a Wednesday, Blade Runner (The Final Cut) on a Friday, and Rear Window on a Saturday.
That's the Astor.
And this city needs the Astor more than it needs another apartment block.

I headed down the stairs towards the exit. That's when I remembered that Marzipan, the cinema's resident cat, had shuffled off her furry coil some time ago. I felt a twinge of regret. Still, she'd made it to the ripe old age of 21, and it was always amusing to see her curled up in one of the armchairs and people would sit elsewhere so's not to disturb her. She had clout.
 

I stepped out into the night. It was raining lightly as I made my way to where I'd parked my car. I turned to take one last look at the place. It looked grand. The neon sign did its little dance as I flicked on my camera and took a few more snaps. Those modern Japanese cars, with their moulded plastic fenders and remote-central locking, looked out of place on this particular corner. The streetcar coming down Chapel Street was from the wrong era, too.



Thanks for reading, all.

Friday 12/12/2014 - Re-Watched, Re-Enrolled, De-Cluttered, Re-Dialled & This Week's Wristwatches.

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Man, things have been busy 'round here.

Last Saturday
                      The family was sitting down to watch The Book Thief (Dir: Brian Percival, 2013) for their Lolly Night Movie. Not me, chum. I had a date with Norma Desmond and Joe Gillis at The Astor Theatre. I wrote about it earlier this week (see previous blog post). Basically, The Astor Theatre is due to close down next May because the landlords have other plans for this historic building. Certainly the building is heritage-listed, and therefore protected from being demolished, but I think the owners of the building have other plans that involve removing the screen, seats and projection room and filling the place with apartments. There's a petition going on at the moment to save this classic 1936 cinema;


I signed this petition some time ago. Then, on Monday, I Tweeted about it to my followers who live in Melbourne. This petition needed another 1,268 signatures. I just checked it now and it still needs 1,197 signatures. Not bad, I guess. Seventy signatures in just under a week. Maybe we might save the place after all. If you live overseas, head over to this petition and sign it, even if you never come to Melbourne and visit the place. I'm sure many of you have been to a small, suburban cinema in your time. If you have fond memories of that experience, then you'll understand why I consider this such an important venue.
Anyway, I sat down at this cinema to watch the Great Billy Wilder's 1950 classic, Sunset Boulevard. I watched it on DVD about four or five months ago, but it was great to see this film on the big screen. This is one of my favourite films and I'll do a proper write-up on it one day.
I wore my Omega Speedmaster Professional. Same pic as last week. I been busy; 


I took this Seiko 7002 to a watchmaker last week;


This is one of two Seiko watches that I wear when there's a risk of damage to the watch I'm wearing. It's reserved for handyman duties, bike rides, workouts at the gym, etc. But I was a little tired of the black dial on it. I have a few black-dialed dive watches, so I thought I have the dial switched over on this watch. I have two spare after-market dials for this watch and it was time for a cosmetic change. The watchmaker told me it would be ready by Thursday.

Monday
             Switched over to this preppy looking Camy Club Star for the beginning of the week;
I've been putting stuff on eBay in an effort to de-clutter a little. There were a few typewriters that I just do not use, so these were the first to go. One was a plastic Remington Envoy III and the other was an Olivetti Lettera 32 that I picked up a few months ago. Also on the chopping block was a Nikon EM 35mm SLR camera and a Nikon zoom lens. Well, the lens didn't sell, but the other items did. And there's a little more space in the house, as we continue to get it ready for sale in a couple of months. 

Wednesday
                   I went to re-enrol for the final two subjects of my course. Speaking to one of my lecturers, she told me that these last two wouldn't commence until 2nd and 3rd Semester of next year. I was kind of hoping to start them in February and getting them done by May. We discussed my options and determined that doing them off-campus would be the best way to go. If, by chance, I make a complete hash of them, then I'd have the option to attend the classes when they commence in 2nd and 3rd Semester. But I'd have to pay the fees again. 
The off-campus option means that I can get started in early February and possibly knock them out within a month or two. Or maybe three.
So that's the plan. The slight down-side is that I won't see some of the classmates that I got to know this year, but I may be able to swing past the college some time next year and see if I can catch up with them that way.
I wore the Omega Seamaster AquaTerra because I wanted something a little more serious than the red, white and blue NATO strap. Again, this is an older photo;


Thursday
               Went to the watchmaker to pick up the re-dialed Seiko;


Turned out nice. The day was non-stop. When I got home, I made myself a drink, while somebody sharpened her claws on the Crepe Myrtle tree;





 

School's Out For My Little Princess (Finally!), Clearing My Desk, & This Week's Wristwatches.

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The weekend was a blur. I wore the re-dialled Seiko 7002 for most of it;


I was happy to read this week that the Palace Cinema chain might be interested in keeping The Astor Theatre running as a cinema after the current operator's lease expires next May. You might have read in previous posts recently that the future of this cinema is under threat. It's all still up in the air at the moment, but it'll be great if the Palace option goes ahead. Wait and see.

We've been busy packing up various items into boxes in an attempt to de-clutter and get this place ready to put on the market early next year. I can't wait for the day when it all gets unpacked again and I can lay it all out on the floor so that I can get rid of half of it. My wife has told me that I have too much stuff and I've responded that I'll be happy to clear a lot of it out once I can see it all to remind myself of what I actually have. 





I began clearing my desk, now that my school year has ended. I bought one of those small Helmer drawer units from IKEA and spent a couple of hours on Saturday putting it together with my son. 

The desk will wind up in the garage and everything that was in the drawer has been placed in this little unit. I'll use the dining table for any and all future homework throughout early 2015. And if I need a pencil, fountain pen ink or screwdriver, it'll be in this thing. 
That's one more item ticked off the list. And speaking of office/stationery-related matters, I am sick to death of staring at this tape dispenser;


I was surprised a couple of years ago when the base of this thing split open and a whole heap of grey dust spilled out of it. Looking through the crack, I saw a solid block of concrete inside this thing. Well, that explains the weight, I thought to myself. I grabbed a cardboard bag and made a cover for the base to prevent any further spillage. This thing is an eyesore, so when I saw an old-school metal tape dispenser, made from actual STEEL, I jumped at it;


A classic Bear brand dispenser. There's a little rust here and there, but I'm gonna give it a light rub with steel wool. Then I'll give it a layer of KillRust before applying and undercoat. And then, I'm thinking maybe a pleasant shade of yellow.
And, if my hand is steady enough, I may colour the bear-head logo in red. Maybe even the tape-holder roller as well. Just for contrast. 
And I snagged this little piece of nostalgia as well;


It's funny how we used to dread looking at these things back when we were at school because they seemed to tick a whole lot slower than real time. However, I've seen this style of industrial clock selling for ridiculous prices now that they're considered funky-retro-Hipster-chic. This one was sixty bucks and the minute hand is iffy, but my local clock repairer works pretty cheap, so I should be able to get this thing running properly without spending more than what it would cost to fill the tank of my car. I hope. There's a little dust in it, but I've already dismantled it and had a look around. Nothing that a sweep with a clean paint-brush won't fix.

My daughter had her last day in primary school today. Thank heavens. She has a few close friends that she's made over the years, but this was, of course, counterbalanced by a snarky group of girls in her class who are training to be bitches of the future. And that's my little rant about the cliques that exist in the schoolyard.

Anyway, t'is the last Friday before Christmas, and it's been an awful week with what occurred in Sydney and Peshawar Province in recent days, so I'll just say have a safe and happy holiday season, regardless of your faith, religion or belief.
I hope you all have some nice time with those close to you.
Oh yeah, I've had this on all week;


Thanks for reading and again, have a safe and happy festive season!

Monday, December 29th, 12:27pm - Year's Almost Done.

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Aims for 2015, 'cos you don't really do resolutions, do ya?;

- a little more creative writing. Get into a routine of some kind.
- a little healthier. Overall toning up as you race towards fifty. Back could do with some strengthening. Your core strength is near zero. 
- sell a few wristwatches that don't get worn very often. 
- sell a camera or two, since you find some better to use than others.
- sell a couple of typewriters for the same reason as the cameras.
- less time spent on the 'net. There's a lot of distracting crap out there. 
 - read more. Actual books, made of paper.

Current distractions;

- wristwatches
- pens (ink & ballpoint)
- cameras
- typewriters
- internet (that's the Big One)


Maybe what you need, buddy, is a schedule that you can stick to;

Monday - Write (1 hr, unless you're on a roll, in which case, do 2 hours or more)

Tuesday - TV (maybe a DVD, given all the CSI, Big Bang Theory and reality stuff that's on. You don't really dig Big Brother, MasterChef, My Kitchen Rules, The Block or the dreaded Pawn Stars and BlokesWorld)

Wednesday - Write/ Research (via Web) if required. Need I remind you not to get distracted?
Thursday - Write. 

Friday - TV 

Saturday - Lolly Nite Movie with the family.

Sunday - Write

That's the plan. The reality may something else entirely. 
Worth a shot, though. Remember when you began that script years ago? Took you about a week to write the first three pages. Then you wrote two more the next day. By then, you were in the groove and you churned out another 25 pages over the next two weeks. 
You gotta get back into that kind of mind-set.
Yeah.
 

My Most-Worn Wristwatches of 2014

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And here we are, a few days into 2015 and I've looked back over my wristwatch posts of last year to get an idea of which wristwatches got the most wear. There were one or two surprises. This was a good exercise because I've been thinking about my watch collection with a view to thinning it down a little. There are a few watches that I have out of some sentimental notion, but if they don't get worn, then perhaps they should be moved along to either reduce the number of watches that I have (which DO get worn) or make room for other watches.

I spent a day unearthing some old diaries that I have, which date back to 1994. I was going to keep them, but what for, really? I tore out a few pages here and there which highlighted major instances and events, such as the birth of our kids, and then I systematically shredded the rest of them yesterday. I wound up with quite a few blank pages which I thought could be put to good use for typecasting. I hate wasting paper, after all. 












And there you have it. I think I tended to wear the dressier styles, like the Railmaster and the vintage Seamaster, during the colder months when I knew the watch would not be exposed to water so much. The sportier and more water-resistant watches were indeed subjected to dirt and moisture on a regular basis, with the Sinn chronograph being the watch that I took to Thailand in the middle of the year. 

Other watches in the collection were worn, but this bunch here got the lion's share of time on the wrist. I'm a great deal clearer on what to do with the collection. A couple of watches will be put aside for my kids to wear when they turn sixteen or seventeen. That way, they'll have a decent watch to wear on a daily basis at school or university. I'm sure I'll probably get them each an all-purpose water-resistant watch for days at the beach with friends. Perhaps something by Seiko, since that company has a wide range of very well-made watches that don't cost an arm and a leg.

Long-term, I plan to sit down and write them both a letter outlining which pieces I will leave for each of them after I shuffle off this mortal coil. I think I'll leave them each a dress watch, a dive watch, and a chronograph. I'll tell them that they are free to do with these watches as they wish, although it would be nice if they hold on to one or two of them, for the sake of history and continuity. 
I'll stipulate that the rest of the collection is to be sold off and the proceeds should be halved between them. I'll also mention that if one of them wants a watch that the other one has been given, then they should use the proceeds from the sale to purchase a pre-owned/vintage model just like it. While some watches in my collection may be hard to find (now or in the future), I don't think I have anything that is impossible to track down. But I could be wrong. 

In the meantime, I'll whittle the collection down over the next year or two to a more manageable level consisting of watches that actually get worn. Although, I can already tell that this may be easier said than done when I think of how it took me over fifteen years to get it to this state. 

Still, there are worse things that I could have spent my money on and I'm fairly certain that, if I sold my entire collection tomorrow, I would make a decent profit on my outlay. 

Now, we'll see what 2015 has me wearing on my left wrist. So far, so good. One more pic of today's wristwatch;


Thanks for reading!


Friday 9/1/2015 - Happy New Year, Summer Colds Are The Worst, RIP Rod Taylor & This Week's Wristwatches.

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- Friday 5:40pm ADST - 

Well, I hope you all had a great new year and that 2015 has started off nicely for you all. I, for one, am glad to see the back of 2014. It's felt like life has been in a holding pattern for the last couple of years. Studies took up a majority of my time last year and as I reach the end of this course, I'm looking forward to things picking up again and moving forward. 

Last weekend
                       Went to see Interstellar last Friday night. I have to say that this was a very ambitious film. Director Christopher Nolan is an auteur, far as I'm concerned. 


For those of you who may not be familiar with the term in the cinematic sense, the Auteur Theory was a viewpoint first put forward by writers who worked for the French Film magazine Cahiers du Cinema in the 1950s. They argued that there were certain film directors who had a unique and discernible style of film-making and, as such, these directors should be viewed as the true 'authors' of these films rather than the screenwriter who wrote the screenplay.
With some film directors, this was quite evident. Think of Hitchcock's films and you soon begin to realise that he had a certain way of making movies that have a particular signature to them. The same could be said of Howard Hawks. I would even include Sidney Lumet. His films had a noticeable look and tone to them. 
And so it is with a few modern-day directors, like the Coen Brothers, David Fincher, Paul Thomas Anderson, Wes Anderson, and Christopher Nolan. Although I saw this film a week ago, I haven't fully made up my mind about it. It was grand in both its scope and execution, and I think I'll need either another week or another viewing to really make up my mind about it. I think it's more to do with the science behind the story. Much of what was said about black holes and the concept of time went over my head. 
However, as a filmic story, I loved it. Nolan has always been able to get great performances from his cast and has developed a habit of working with the same actors on numerous films. Matthew McConaughey delivers a wonderful and nuanced performance as Cooper, an ex-test pilot/engineer who is given a mission to travel into space through a 'doorway' to another solar system to locate another planet with an atmosphere similar to Earth's. It appears our planet is on the verge of extinction, being ravaged by 1930s-type dust storms, and what's left of NASA has been quietly working on a rocket that will take a team of astronauts to a group of small planets that might be suitable for Earth's inhabitants to colonise. Other space expeditions have already gone to these new planets, but NASA HQ have had no communication from them for some time due to the transmission being broken once they passed through these black holes in space. 
I'm sure I could have explained all that a little more succinctly, but I must be tired.

Anyway, this is a great film, filled with some heart-breaking moments as Cooper wrestles with his decision to go into space, leaving behind his two children, knowing that each hour on the new planet corresponds to seven years back on Earth. His ten year-old daughter Murphy (confidently played by Mackenzie Foy) may die of natural causes before his mission is complete, but his struggle lies in the fact that she will surely have no future if he does not undertake this mission to find a new world. 
There is not one bad performance in the entire film. Jessica Chastain turns in another great performance, as does the legendary Michael Caine. I know he's made some absolute drivel in his time (he admits it himself- "I've made a lot of shit", he once said.), but he's always maintained that this is what kept a roof over his head at a time when British taxation was taking 50% of his income. 
Anne Hathaway, a recent Nolan cast member, turns in a fine performance as well as a scientist determined to complete the mission despite the costs. 
Visually, the film looks stunning. The cinematography was done by Hoyte van Hoytema, who is currently working on the new Bond film SPECTRE. If his work on Interstellar is anything to go by, then the next Bond film will look great. Not that I have any complaints about Skyfall.

My one main complaint about the film was the sound in some scenes. There were a couple of instances where the dialogue was drowned out by the sound effects. I'm not sure if this was intentional or if it had to do with the speakers in the cinema where I saw it (The Astor), so I guess I'll only know for sure when I see the film again on DVD at some point. 

Oh yeah, it was my birthday earlier in the week. Here's the card my family got me, along with a couple of gifts. I was wearing the Omega Railmaster;


 
The card was pretty nifty. It had a 3D paper cut-out of the Tower Bridge of London that folds down flat when you close the card. Clever. 


Tuesday
             Did a bunch of stuff around the house. Felt a little ragged by the afternoon. Started sneezing later on. Had a headache, scratchy throat and a blocked nose by 6:30pm. And it was a sweltering hot day. I've quoted that line from Chinatown before; Summer colds are the worst. 
I dug out the Remington Remette typewriter. This one will go on eBay soon. It's nice to look at, but then so are my 1936 Smith-Corona Standard and the 1928 Royal Portable. And they type better too. As I continue to de-clutter here and there, I'm trying not to hold on to stuff that doesn't get used so much.

Thursday
               After a day of napping on-and-off, I wrote out a list of things to do. And then I switched to the Sinn 103 chronograph;


TO DO ITEMS:

- Take ****'s wristwatch to watchmaker (The watchmaker was closed until January 14th)
- Take knives to keycutter for sharpening (20 minutes, fifteen bucks for two knives and a pair of scissors)
- Take books to second-hand bookstore (The bookstore was closed until January 21st)
- Pay AMEX bill (DONE. I only had five bucks owing on it and didn't want it hanging over my head till next month)
- Pay phone bill (DONE.)
- Get kitty litter (They only had huge bags the size of cement sacks and no cat shits that much. Besides, we have nowhere to store a bag that big.)
- Book massage (Got a price list instead. My back has been killing me lately.)
-Get coffee (One bag of Mocha, one of Costa Rica, one of Kenya, ground down to 2.6 on their grinder setting)
-Newsagent, buy paper (DONE. Newspapers are very thin these days as people switch to reading the news off of tablets, which I hate doing.)

My daughter's hand-wound Seiko watch;


She had it wrapped up in her jumper on the last day of school and somebody stepped on it. The crystal is crazed on two edges and the watch has stopped. I'll get it attended to soon. 

Today
            I just read that Rod Taylor died. He was 84. I think I've only seen about six of his films, but I always found him a personable actor. Check him out in Hitchcock's The Birds.It's probably his best role, although I thought he was great in The Liquidator (Dir: Jack Cardiff, 1965), which was based on John Gardner's book of the same name. As Bondmania began to take hold in the mid 1960s, two authors emerged with spy stories as an antidote to James Bond. While John Le Carre created bleak and realistic espionage novels such as The Spy Who Came In From The Cold, John Gardner (who would later go on to write sixteen Bond continuation novels) came up with a fellow by the name of Boysie Oakes who is recruited by a British spy network who think he's some ruthless assassin when he is, in actual fact, a terrible coward. The book, and subsequent film starring Taylor as Oakes, were played for laughs, and Gardner went on to write another seven Boysie Oakes novels, but none of them were made into further films. 

Anyway, that's my week done and dusted. The kids have another three weeks left of their holidays before their new school year starts. I think I'm over this cold, but you can never be too sure. Meanwhile, we're having a couple of hot days of summer here in Melbourne followed by periods of rain here and there, which is great for the mosquitoes. They love my blood, I can tell you. Must be all the caffeine in it.





Thanks for reading and have a great weekend!

The Rolex Submariner 5513 - A 40 Year Chase Comes To An End.

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I've told a short version of this story before. And now that this odyssey, this quest, has come to an end, I figure it's time to tell it all again. One last time, for the sake of posterity.
No matter how I looked at it, I had a feeling this would be a very, very long post. And I'm certain that the technical details will make a true hard-core Rolex Submariner collector laugh, but that's okay, too.
This is, after all, my own little(!?) tale of how I finally got my mitts on a watch that I've wanted for four decades.

It all began on a warm Sunday afternoon in the summer of 1975*, I think. My dad took my brother and I to a screening of two James Bond films at some cinema in Sydney Road, Brunswick. The films were Live And Let Die and The Man With The Golden Gun. It was a Roger Moore Bond double-feature. These two films started me on the road of a life-long Bond fan;

Whenever this gun-barrel sequence appears on-screen, my heart-rate increases.

And, without my realising it, another seed was planted in my head in that air-conditioned cinema on that summer afternoon. However, I didn't begin to figure it out until years later.
By the time Live And Let Die was made in 1973, Q Branch and its gadgets had well and truly become a staple of the Bond films. In this, Moore's first outing as OO7, Bond was equipped with a nifty wristwatch;


Being a kid, I paid no attention to what brand it was or anything like that. I just thought it was nifty that Bond had a watch with a powerful magnet in it...


...that he uses to lift a spoon off a saucer from across a room.




And, a few minutes later, to pull down a zipper on a woman's dress;


Being a pre-pubescent boy, I thought "Meh" when I saw that bit. Later in the Third Act, however, we find Bond and Solitaire (the Bond Girl) tied up and about to be lowered into a pool of sharks;



Bond once again twists the bezel on the watch and the entire dial and bezel start spinning. The bezel, you see, is a buzz-saw;

"Wow, what a watch!", I thought to myself.
And thought nothing more about it.


A few weeks later, my brother bought the paperback of Ian Fleming's Live And Let Die and the book's cover art was basically the poster for the movie. I doubt that he ever read it, and it sat on his bookshelf for years. I would take it down from time to time and look at the cover to re-live scenes from the movie. I think I may have opened it up to the first page once or twice;

"There are moments of great luxury in the life of a secret agent."
 
It would be a few more years before I sat down to read the rest of the book. I was about thirteen or fourteen, I think, and much of it went over my head. My big disappointment at that age was learning how different the book was to the film. No speedboat chases, no stepping on crocodiles (or were they alligators?) to get to safety, no Sheriff J.W. Culpepper telling guys to "step out of the veehickle". And no mention whatsoever of a wristwatch with a built-in magnet and buzz-saw, although Fleming does refer to Bond having a Rolex watch, but he never goes into more specific detail regarding which model Bond wore. This has been the topic of much (and often heated) discussion on wristwatch forums over the last decade.

I thought nothing more about Bond's wristwatch until a few years later when I found myself with yet another 'flu, sitting in my Doctor's waiting room. I looked past the issues of Women's Weekly and Little Golden Books and picked up an issue of Reader's Digest.
Pretty soon, I landed on a page with this advertisement on it;

"Hey, it's James Bond's watch!", I thought to myself. And I thought it for years. I've got a theory as to why I was convinced that it was the Bond watch. I think it has something to do with the red and blue bezel on this model, the GMT Master. To a kid, those two primary colours are very LEGOesque in their brightness. Or maybe I remembered the design of the hands, the dots on the dial or the design of the bracelet, since they are similar to Bond's watch.

So, for quite a few years, I thought Roger Moore in Live And Let Die wore a Rolex GMT Master. As a side note, these classic Rolex magazine ads were pretty hard to miss. You couldn't pick up a Reader's Digest, National Geographic, or TIME Magazine without seeing one.
As I got older, and especially after I did Media Studies in school, I realised what a great marketing campaign it was on the part of Rolex, and also how vastly different it was to the way the brand markets it watches today. These old advertisements would always show the watch lying on its side, nicely lit. The text above would speak of some famous explorer, in the case of Thor Heyerdahl (above) or Wally Herbert, of Red Adair (who puts out fires in Texas oil fields), of author Fredrick Forsyth, who wrote The Day of The Jackal. These ads would always feature a couple of quotes from the person explaining why they chose a Rolex. It was usually to do with the accuracy, reliability and robust qualities of the watch. They were great advertisements.


Fast-forward to 1981 and I'm calling the only store in Melbourne that carries the Rolex brand. I explain to the gentleman on the phone that I'm interested in a Rolex GMT Master and could he tell me what the retail price is, please?
"You sound a little young to be wanting a Rolex", said the salesman on the other end of the line.
I explained that I've always liked them and the conversation sort of fizzled out after that.
However, I still went into the store a few weeks later to get a Rolex catalogue;
It was a small, 34 page affair. Slightly larger than a passport, slightly smaller than a paperback novel. And on page 23 was the GMT Master, model number 16750. The salesman I spoke to even wrote the retail price down for me;

Oh my God! A thousand and fifty bucks. Ouch! Still, I filed this catalogue away. One day, I would get myself a GMT Master, just like Bond wore in the movies.



A couple of years later, I sat down one night to watch Live And Let Die again (on VHS) and when I saw Bond do the magnet-and-spoon trick again, lo and behold, he was wearing a Rolex Submariner, not a GMT Master as I had thought for years. 
I guess on a subconscious level, I must have known. Maybe, maybe not. Either way, my passive hunt for a Bond watch was slightly recalibrated towards a Submariner now.
Time rolled on and, in 1987, I saw a nice TAG Heuer 1000 Series dive watch in a catalogue. TAG Heuer had appeared on the market in Australia a few years earlier and their Formula 1 Series models were selling like crazy. They were available in a wide range of colours and they retailed for $235.oo;



Almost everyone I knew had one. But I wanted something a little different, so I opted for the 1000 Series dive watch in two-tone. It was the '80s, after all. I put a deposit on it and paid it off over five or six months. It cost seven hundred and sixty dollars back then.


I needed a more water-resistant watch than the Maurice Lacroix dress watch that I'd been wearing and I didn't have the bucks for the Rolex Sub, so I bought the TAG.
Mine looked exactly like this one on the right. It was quartz (battery) powered, 200 metres water-resistant and 40 mm in diameter. Looking at the dial and bezel, it clearly took its design cues from the Rolex Submariner, but I didn't care. I guess that's probably what drew me to it in the first place. That plus the fact that I didn't have the discipline to save up for a Rolex Submariner.
I happily wore it for years and it served me well.


                                                                       
                                                                                                                                            Picture courtesy of Tagman1000


Rolex had released numerous versions of the Submariner since its first incarnation in 1953. Here's a list, not in order of release;
                                                                                                                  
The 5512 model, which was chronometer-rated, meaning its timekeeping accuracy had been given the stamp of approval by the government-run Swiss Chronometer Testing Institute;









                                                    The non-chronometer-rated 5513;








The 1680, with a magnifying lens (normally referred to as a 'cyclops') over the date;
















The 1680 "Red Submariner", which was produced for a few short years, making it highly sought-after
these days;


                                                                                                                                                                   


The military-issue-only 5517, with the sword-shaped hands and Tritium 'T-in-a-circle' logo, which is even more highly sought-after and is priced accordingly. Some sellers ask as much as $60,000.ooUSD for one of these;











The modern, non-date 14060;


And the modern, date-model 16610;


And, of course, there were a few vintage models from the 1960s, such as the 6205;


And, the classic 6538 model with the non-crown shoulders, red triangle bezel and gilt dial;



Now, this last one here, the 6538, is perhaps the grand-daddy of them all since it's the one that Sean Connery wore in the classic opening scenes of Goldfinger in 1964;

Sure, he also wore it in Dr No and From Russia With Love, but it was in this film that we see a decent close-up of it to the extent where the actual model was able to be determined. 

By now, you can see what a minefield exists in the world of vintage Rolex Submariners. There are some (or probably many) unscrupulous watch dealers in the world who mix and match parts from one model to another in order to create a collectible model. I've seen a red Sub dial sell on eBay for two grand. And then there are dealers who have a faded or pitted dial re-painted to look like new. This absolutely kills any collector-value.

So, if I was going to go for a Submariner watch, I would have to do my homework. I would also have to tread very carefully. 
And then, I began to see them everywhere;
-A 1680 model in an antiques store in 1990 selling for $2200.oo. I didn't have the money for it. 
-In 1995, a customer at the restaurant I worked at came in wearing a 5513 on a cheap leather strap. I got to talking to him about it and he said he paid a thousand bucks for it a couple of years earlier. Which was dirt-cheap. 
-In 1997, a watch collector friend of mine looked at the TAG Heuer 1000 on my wrist and said; "You know, for what you paid for that watch, if you have thrown another $300 on top, you probably could've gotten a second-hand Sub."
-In 2005, I served a guy who had on a 1977 model 5513 that he got from his parents when he turned 21. It looked immaculate. 
-In 2011, a dealer told me that he'd just sold a nice model 5513 for four grand.

And while in Thailand a few months ago, I spotted a nice model 1680 on a fellow's wrist and we got to talking. He bought it in the Philippines in 1976 for around $350 USD. Then he told me that a friend of his recently sold his own model from around the same era for $900 NZD.

Many collectors have told me over the years to just get myself a nice modern 16610 model. But there's something about the current models that I just can't warm to and it took me quite a few years to figure out what it is. 
Sometime in the early to mid 1980s, Rolex made changes to the Submariner. The 5512 had been discontinued and the 5513 model underwent a slight facelift. Whereas the hour markers on the dial had always been a plain white luminous dot;


Rolex soon put a ring of white gold around each marker;


This change made the hour markers smaller, since now a part of them were made up of metal rather than being a full dot of luminous compound. It represented a big change to the look of the dial, in my view.
Another change was the switch from a raised plexiglas crystal to a flat mineral crystal (before the later switch to sapphire crystal) and this, to me, took a little warmth away from the dial. I now felt that these changes altered the aesthetics of this watch and  I wasn't sure I liked what they'd done to this classic dive watch.
About five or six years ago, Rolex phased out the 16610 Submariner Date model and introduced the 116610 model. I hate it. Here are the two of them, side by side;

 picture courtesy of www.bernardwatch.com

The older model (16610) is on the left, the newer 116610 is on the right.
I like the larger dial markers on the newer version. And that's it. I dislike everything else about it. Both watches measure 40mm in diameter, but the new model looks larger. Notice the lugs also. They're thicker on the new model. Same with the crown guard. The classic Rolex dive watch has been fed a steady dose of steroids, as far as I'm concerned.
And the black bezel insert is now made from a ring of ceramic rather than aluminium.
One hard and sharp knock against the bezel and that ceramic ring will shatter. I've heard of it happening. Can't be repaired and not cheap to replace.
And one major pet hate of mine regarding modern Rolex watches is how they've engraved the name all around the inner chapter ring next to the dial;


Considering that a new model Submariner will set you back almost ten grand (AUD), I, for one, am not about to forget what brand of wristwatch I'm wearing, so I don't need to see 'ROLEXROLEXROLEX' encircling the dial.
But what do I know? Rolex makes a million watches a year, and sells every single one.

However, back to my Rolex story.
Around ten years ago, I had decided that, out of all of the vintage Submariner models on the market, I preferred the look of the 5512 and 5513 models most of all.
Of course, by now I knew that Roger Moore's Rolex in his first two Bond films had been the 5513, before they made the switch to those dreadful Seiko digital watches on his wrist later in the '70s, in an effort to keep Bond on the cutting-edge of technology.
As it happened, I was boxing up a bunch of wristwatch catalogues about five years ago and found that old Rolex one that I'd gotten back in 1981. I flicked through it again and landed on page 20.
And made up my mind then that I would one day get myself a vintage Submariner 5513;


I only really figured out recently why I want this particular model. In all the years of looking at these Rolex dive watches, in all the years of seeing the various changes and upgrades that were made, I had decided that I much prefer the simplicity of the 5513 model's dial. Plus the fact that this model on page 20 of the catalogue had pretty much burned itself into my subconscious.
I must have looked at that page a million times over the years.

Not only that, but the Submariners from this era were a reminder to me of what these watches were originally for. Sure, they were always an expensive watch, but they were expensive because of their reliability and because of how well-made they were (and no doubt still are).
And the Submariner, aside from brilliant 1960s magazine ads like this...


...was also worn by some of the coolest actors of the '60s and '70s;


















ABOVE: Steve McQueen on the set of, if
I had to guess, Papillon (1973).



RIGHT: Robert Redford, as journalist Bob Woodward, in a scene from All The President's Men (1976). Although, I think this was his own, personal wristwatch, since I've seen him wearing it in many photos taken of him off-screen throughout the 1970s.



BELOW:  Jeff Bridges (with Jessica Lange in her
film debut) in the 1976 remake of King Kong.







 (Last two pics courtesy of www.watchesinmovies.info

However, sometime in the Eighties, the Rolex brand was appropriated by the emerging Yuppie contingent and the idea of what a Rolex stood for (to me, anyway) began to shift in Pop Culture consciousness. 
A Rolex watch was now being seen as a must-have luxury accessory for a lot of people. It was a way of letting the world know that you'd arrived. Remember that scene in Die Hard (Dir: John McTiernan, 1988) where Ellis, that smarmy co-worker (wonderfully played by Hart Bochner) of John McLaine's wife insists that she show her watch, which she was given as a company bonus. "It's a Rolex", he says with an arched eyebrow.
 
Whereas for me, a Rolex watch still conjures up images of gas pipelines and oil platforms in the 1960s, of E-Type Jaguars with Raquel Welch or Ann-Margret lookalikes in the passenger seat, of guys like Steve McQueen or Rod Taylor pouring themselves a scotch while an unfiltered Camel dangles from their lips. I've always viewed it as the kind of timepiece some 1970s National Geographic photographer would wear (thanks to all those magazine ads, no doubt), or a war correspondent reporting from a bombed-out village in Iran, circa 1985.

My serious hunt for a Submariner 5513 began again about six months ago. I had already accumulated a bunch of photos off the web over the years, but it was now time to start doing a little more research. If I was going to get one, I wanted to do it right.
Even my wife said to me; "You've wanted one for so long, you might as well get exactly the model that you want. At least then you'll stop talking about it."

First things first, however. I wanted to keep track of who I dealt with, so out came a Moleskine notebook, a typewriter and the photocopier;



There are six or seven pre-owned watch dealers in my neck of the woods. Personally, I would only purchase from one or two of them. I have dealt with most of them during my years of selling watches. Some of them were okay to deal with, but they always seemed to grumble over money. They would come into my store with some pre-owned wristwatch that they had just bought that would require a new leather strap or bracelet in order to make it more presentable for them to on-sell. And they would always want a discount on the strap or bracelet before placing an order. I would always have to remind them that there's practically no profit margin in spare parts. The price that they would pay for the strap would be a few bucks more than what my store paid for it.

Anyway, I decided that I would deal with one guy that I knew. I'd give him first dibs on the sale, provided he had what I wanted. I knew he was going to do me no favours on the price, since the Submariner 5513 is a sought-after watch, but I was going to stress to him that I wanted a watch in near-perfect ORIGINAL condition.
While out and about one day, I passed by the shop window of another watch dealer that I've dealt with in the past. I figured it wouldn't hurt to see what he had in stock, so I went in. He saw me from his desk in his office and came out to say 'hi' to me. He knew who I was, but I'm sure that he couldn't remember my name.
We chatted for a few minutes and I mentioned that I was on the lookout for a 5513. This fellow has been in business for years and has had this model in stock in the past and I was hoping that he might have one available soon.
"If you want a 5513, you should go and see XXXXXX. He gets them in from time to time", he said.
This was basically code for 'I don't think I'd call you if I get a 5513 in stock because I have long-term, regular customers that I could sell one to if I had it.'
That's the vibe that I got. And that's it with this dealer, as far as I'm concerned. I've been in his store about three or four times in the past and he's always given the impression that he wouldn't shake your hand unless there was a wad of cash in it. He's always provided the very bare minimum of service.
I'll never walk into his store again.

A few months ago, I was speaking with Mike, you remember him;

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...and I was saying a 5513 was next on my hit-list and he said; "Do you want one? Why didn't you ask me? Don't waste your time with XXXXXX and YYYYY, I can get you one the next time I go to Hong Kong."
Now, to be honest, it had never occurred to me to ask Mike to source one for me. Reason being that I didn't think he was up on what to look for in a genuine, unmolested Rolex Submariner 5513. I told him as much. I didn't mean that as an insult, but I wasn't sure how au fait  he was with vintage Rolex dive watches, since he mainly sells more recent models.
What I hadn't realised was that he had indeed gotten very familiar with vintage Rolex dive watches in the past couple of years, since he has had similar enquiries from other customers in the past. 
He said he'd have a look for one during his next buying trip to Hong Kong. He was about to go on a buying trip to Japan and asked me if I wanted him to look for one there.
I said; "You could try, but I'm telling you now, Japanese collectors go for very pristine condition and Japanese dealers price their watches accordingly. I think they'll cost a bomb over there. But have a look anyway, since you're there. You never know."
Two weeks later, I spoke to Mike. His results were no surprise to me. He did indeed find one or two of them in Japan. But the prices were high. However, their condition was excellent.

Mike headed over to Hong Kong in early August. He told me he'd keep a lookout for any Submariner 5513s. Before he left, I told him exactly what I was looking for- a model with matching patina on dial and hands, from between the years 1977 and 1983, bracelet optional.
There are a couple of  reasons why I wanted one from this particular time-frame.
Firstly, '77 was as old as I wanted to go, since that's already pushing towards forty years old. I have seen many examples from earlier years and they are either incredibly pricey or their dials are a little too faded for my liking.
And secondly, sometime in 1983, Rolex made the change to the dial markers that involved those dreaded rings of white gold that I mentioned earlier.

It didn't take Mike long to find a suitable watch. I got an e-mail from him two days later with photos of a watch that he'd placed on hold with a dealer. I have to say, this watch was in great condition. The case and bracelet were in decent condition with no visible dents or nicks, and the patina on the dial markers and hands matched perfectly. Ah yes, the patina. This was perhaps my main concern. With older watches, which used a tritium compound for the luminous areas of the dial and hands, there is always a tendency for this compound to discolour as the years roll by. Tritium starts off as white and, through exposure to UV light over time, it begins to change to a creamy hue and can normally wind up looking like buff yellow. This is the patina, which can usually, but not always, be evidence of an untouched, original dial. This patina can continue to darken till it ends up looking like stale cheese before it becomes brittle and begins to flake off. This result is to be avoided, obviously.

A few e-mails back and forth to determine authenticity of the watch, service history, and year.
This model dates back to around 1982. Perfect.
It was serviced in 2007 and again in March of this year. Nice.
It has the correct Oyster(TM) bracelet on it. Cool.
It had the service paperwork, but not the original papers. Good enough.
But the price was way more than I was willing to pay. As it turns out, demand is yet again beginning to hot up for these old Rolexes and dealers are hiking their prices up accordingly. Just my luck.

No matter. Something would turn up sooner or later. I just had to do a little more digging. I had already spent some considerable time on a brilliant website called http://www.5513mattedial.com/ in an effort to really brush up on the differences between models and now had an exact idea of what to look for as far as authenticity of dials and production years. So I just kept looking.

 

I got in touch with another dealer who had one in stock. I went to have a look at it, but it had a 'service dial' fitted to it at some point. When you take a Rolex in for servicing, if there have been any upgrades made to the model since it was produced, then those upgrades are automatically added to your watch unless you stipulate otherwise. So, if you have a Submariner with the white-dot dial, Rolex will fit the newer white gold ring dial to the watch when they service it. Again, this alters the originality of the watch, even though you get your watch back looking like a brand new one. A lot, if not all, collectors opt to keep the original dial in place.
So I looked at this watch and immediately thought 'no'. The dealer told me I could just get on eBay and chase up an earlier dial and get it fitted, but this didn't sit well with me. I wanted original condition, not something that I would have to modify. So I passed on that one. He said he'd keep looking, but I don't entirely trust the guy.
I called three other dealers Australia-wide who said they'd keep an eye out for me, but I somehow don't think they'll be picking up the phone to call me if they get one.
Called another dealer I know and he told me he hadn't had a 5513 in quite some time, but he'd let me know if one came up. No worries. I trust this guy, but I don't think he'll get one for quite some time. They've become pretty thin on the ground here in Australia. 
So I had to cast my net out wider.


Above- This is one guy's collection of Rolex Submariners. I shudder to think what this bunch is worth.

I began looking at overseas dealer websites. And once again tip-toed through a mine-field. Found one on www.chrono24.com from a dealer in Italy. It was a 1982 model that seemed to tick all the boxes and the price was fair. Until I went to my bank to enquire about sending money overseas. Call me naive, but I was a little shocked by the fact that the bank's exchange rate would mean that the watch would cost me an extra seven or eight hundred dollars by the time I was done. I have all of the family's accounts, including the mortgage, with this bank. I was kind of hoping they wouldn't try to stiff me. I'm naive, remember?

That was about three months ago. In that time, I've seen more Submariner 5513s come up for sale at higher prices than they were six months ago. And the word on the street (on internet watch forums) confirmed that prices were beginning to creep up again. Aww, hell!
Bound to happen. Now that I was ready to get one, every other collector in the world decided that they wanted one too.
Anyway, I contacted the Italian dealer last week. He still had the watch in stock. A few e-mails back-and-forth to confirm condition and get higher resolution photos of it and it was soon time for me to make the decision. I was now a little nervous. I had the money for it, made up from my last paycheck from the watch store that I quit a couple of years ago and the proceeds from a few watches that I sold in 2011.
So this was it. D-Day. Zero Hour. I spent another day thinking it over.Then another day. The watch looked good, the dealer seemed helpful (of course he was), I had the bucks, so what was stopping me?
I thought it over for another day. What was stopping me was how little protection I had from my bank if this deal went sour. Let's say I buy the watch and receive it only to find that it doesn't match the photos, for whatever reason, and I decide to get my money back, but the seller doesn't want to play along. I re-read the seller's terms and conditions. He offered a 12 month warranty on the watch. It would be sent insured, and via DHL.
I thought about it for another 24 hours before making the wire transfer of the funds, resisting the urge to throw up. That was on a Saturday, so I had to wait till the Monday to get in contact with the seller with my address details. When making the transfer, my bank has a message-for-seller screen that only lets you type in 90 characters. WTF?! I'm making a financial transaction with an unseen party 16,000 kilometres away and I can only have 90 characters? I should have made the payment via Twitter!

Monday night, I got an email from the seller to acknowledge that I had made payment, but that it would take up to 48 hours for it to clear. This I knew, so I didn't fret. Seller also stated "when you receive item, check that it is original." Hmm, we'd already established last month that the item was all original. I put that phrase down to the seller's command of English, since certain phrases in Italian will use different words when translated into English. So there was no need to worry.
Besides, I'd already checked this seller's feedback and there have been no complaints.
They also have a Premium Seller rating on Chrono24.

Tuesday night, the seller sent me confirmation that the payment had cleared and the watch had been shipped. An hour later, the package was in Rome, living La Dolce Vita for all I knew. Oh yeah, Anita Ekberg died a couple of days earlier. I've only seen the film once and it was a long time ago (VHS, bad print, too), so I think I'm due for a re-viewing someday.

A few hours after that, the package was in Leipzig, Germany, awaiting its next transfer.

Wednesday morning, I checked the tracking to find that the watch was now at DHL's hub at Heathrow Airport. My God, this watch is better-travelled than I am!", I thought to myself. 

Thursday morning, it had arrived in Australia and was currently at DHL's headquarters being processed, with an estimated delivery date of sometime before close of business on Friday the 16th.

Friday morning, I prepped the skirting boards in the lounge room so that I could paint them. Then I called DHL to verify delivery time and was told that I would probably receive it Monday.
'What!!!???', I thought to myself. Or, I was informed, I could pick it up in person from their depot, which just happened to be a twenty-minute drive from my house.
I tossed it up. Well, buddy, you've been waiting to get this watch since 1975, what's another three days?
After forty years, pal, it's another three days.
I got changed, then got in my car. Took my daughter with me too.
"Are you excited? Are you happy?", she asked me.
"Well, you know, it's just a watch, and I've wanted it for so long that I might have built it up in my head as some big thing, but really, it might probably be a few weeks or months before I begin to really appreciate it. As I wear it more, it becomes part of whatever experiences I have. Like the Omega that I was wearing when you and your brother were born. I don't wear it as much as I used to, but I'll never get rid of that one.", I replied.
"But you've wanted it for such a long time."
"Yes, but sometimes, you wait so long for something that, by the time it comes along, it might not have the same impact or effect that you thought it would. It'll be good to finally get it, that's for sure, but I'm wanting to remember that it is just a watch, no matter how long I've chased it."

Half an hour later, my daughter and I are back in my car. She's holding the DHL Express package while I unlock the car door. I sit on the speed limit, but can't wait to get home.

I unwrapped the watch once I got home. As I held it, I got quick flashes of various photos of this watch that I've collected off the web over the years. I recalled all of those classic magazine ads that Rolex used to do. I got a brief glimpse of Roger Moore as Bond cutting the ropes around his wrist.
This watch came to me with a lot of history attached, and I thought of those few times in my life when I was close to getting one, but didn't for one reason or another.
Anyway, I sat down and took a closer look at it. Case has been polished at some point. It's an okay job, but my man Mike can do better. I gave the watch a quick shake and it started ticking. So far, so good. I unscrewed the crown and gave it about five or six winds. It wound smooth. I turned the bezel. It was a little resistant, but that's better than a bezel that spins too easy. I took a close look at the dial and hands. The patina matched evenly, with no corrosion forming on the hands. Bingo! That was perhaps my main criteria. Anything else can always be dealt with when it comes time for servicing.
I'll take it over to Mike so that we can get the case-back off it and check the movement inside. This should have a Calibre 1520 inside it. So far, everything seems present and correct. I tried it on and determined that it needed one link removed.
Then I took it off my wrist and put it back in its box. There was still a heap of painting to be done around the house.

As I carefully ran the paint-brush along the skirting boards, taking care not to get any on the floorboards, I thought about this watch that I'd been after for decades. As I said earlier, it was a passive hunt. I didn't tie myself up in knots over it. I knew that one day I would have one. I just wanted to make sure that it satisfied certain criteria.
After I finished painting, I cleaned up and then got the watch out so that I could adjust the bracelet. A few minutes later, it was clamped to my wrist and, as I found out long ago when I first tried one on, the fit was slightly awkward as the clasp didn't sit right in the middle of my wrist. I knew this would happen, but I also knew that there would be a way around it. It would involve a little bit of fiddling around, but it could be done.
And so, I was finally looking at this watch on my wrist with the knowledge that I wouldn't have to hand it back to a dealer in the next few minutes. With the knowledge that I wasn't looking at a picture of it on the internet on Robert Redford's or James Bond's wrist.
This 5513 was mine.
At long, long last.

Anyway, here are some quick pics that I took. The house is in disarray as we renovate it, so I'll get around to some hopefully better pics over the next few weeks. I'm sure I'll be wearing this watch quite a bit, so there'll be more than a few photos popping up here. 





Now I can stop talking about this watch. Give my wife a break.
Thanks for reading!



* Live And Let Die was released in 1973 and The Man With The Golden Gun was released in 1974. I may have seen this double-bill in the summer of 1975, but it was common practice for cinemas to show double-features upon the release of the newer film, so it might have been the summer of 1974. We're talking forty years ago, so my memory is a little sketchy.

Friday 23/1/2015 - Paint, Paint, Paint & This Week's Wristwatches.

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Last Saturday
                       I was too tired to go to the supermarket to get a movie from their DVD vending machine, so I looked through the small collection at home (all of the other DVDs are packed away in storage) and fished out Witness (Dir: Peter Weir, 1985).
Not having seen it since its original theatrical release, I had forgotten how good a film it is.
Basically, it tells of a small Amish boy who witnesses a murder. Harrison Ford plays John Book, the Philadelphia Detective who's assigned to the case and, as he's getting a statement from the boy, we learn that the killer was in fact a police officer. Thinking that his police chief may be in on the murder, Book decides to spirit the boy and his mother back to their small Amish community in Pennsylvania in an effort to keep them safe while he plans how to deal with this corrupt segment of the force. 
It's a classic hero's journey story whereby we see the protagonist in his natural world (the police precinct in Philly) who must travel outside of this world to a foreign land (Lancaster County, Pennsylvania) to deal with the forces of evil (the corrupt cops). A big portion of this film is devoted to how Book must curtail his violent big-city ways in order to fit in with the peaceful Amish community, and especially the family that has offered him refuge. There's a nice love story sub-plot going on, involving the boy's recently-widowed mother, who finds herself drawn to this policeman, and he to her. 
By 1985, when this film was made, Harrison Ford could do no wrong. He was the Gary Cooper of the Eighties, having gone from the success of the Star Wars and Indiana Jones franchises to the cult classic sci-fi Blade Runner, and this film marked a departure from the blockbusters we were used to seeing him in. He turns in a solid performance in this low-key film and it's a shame that he didn't do more movies along this line. I thought he was great in Mike Nichols' 1988 comedy Working Girl and it would have been interesting to see him do more light-hearted fare. 
Witness is a great film and its screenplay is often cited in screenwriting books and classes. What starts off as a police procedural soon takes a turn before ending in a High Noon-style narrative where the hero must face-off against multiple enemies without much help. 
It's a film that has much to do with looking, which makes its title so clever and all-encompassing, since it permeates throughout the entire movie. There is a lot of gazing going on, from Rachel, the Amish widow looking at Book the detective and vice-versa, from the Amish townspeople looking at this strange newcomer, from another man infatuated with Rachel, who views Book as a threat. People are always watching other people in this film. 
And, like most films up until around 1998 (my theory), the scenes are lengthier and allowed to breathe.
Definitely recommended if you haven't ever seen it. 


Wednesday
                   Picked up a copy of Richard Stark's Parker - The Hunter. Based on Stark's classic series of books (Richard Stark was a pseudonym of crime writer Donald E. Westlake) and illustrated by Darwyn Cooke, this graphic novel is wonderfully evocative. 


Cooke's drawing style is sparse and visually atmospheric in a tale set in 1962 where we find the protagonist, known simply as Parker, going off on a vendetta against a criminal gang that left him for dead and took all the loot. This story has been filmed a couple of times before, first as Point Blank in 1967 starring Lee Marvin as Walker, and again in 1999 as Payback, with Mel Gibson as Porter. For some reason, Westlake stipulated that they couldn't use the name 'Parker' for the character. It wasn't until 2013 that we saw the release of Parker, starring Jason Statham as Stark's/Westlake's most famous character. 
Anyway, back to Darwyn Cooke's adaptation. The composition of the artwork is great. No colour, beyond black, grey and green, and yet it almost leaps off the page. 

Here's a sample;


And another;





Fri 30/01/15 - Painting Pains, Smartphone Blues, Study Hassles & This Week's Wristwatches.

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Geez, it's been a week for complaints.

Last Friday
                  We got a delivery early in the morning. The courier has a habit of walking half-way up the front path and then tossing the package onto our porch. Normally, it'll be a post satchel containing some article of clothing that my wife may have purchased on eBay. One time, he lobbed one onto the porch and it landed up against the screen door. When I opened the door after he'd driven away, the corner of the screen door snagged on the satchel and tore it open.
This courier also has a habit of never closing the gate after he's made a delivery. Our cat likes to take a morning nap on the front porch and there are quite a few neighbours who walk their dogs off-leash past our house. I dread that some dog will one day trot in through the open gate. It'll be on for young and old when that happens.
So anyway, the courier knocked on the door to deliver a mobile phone that I bought for my daughter off eBay. I had to sign for the package. While I was signing, I asked him; "Do you have a driver number or something?"
"Why?", he asked.
"Because I'd like to contact your head office", I replied.
"Why, what's wrong?"
And I went into my litany of complaints about the way he does his job. He didn't take it well. It all ended with him saying "We'll fix everything"as he walked off. It was said in a less than convincing tone.
At least he shut the gate properly this time.
 
Monday
             My wife and I sat down to watch Her, written and directed by Spike Jonze. Set in a not-too-distant future, it concerns a young man named Theodore (wonderfully played by Joaquin Phoenix) who writes letters on behalf of people for their loved ones. He has a way of exactly capturing the emotions of  those whom he writes for. He signs up to use a new computer operating system which is touted as being like nothing else before. As he's setting it up on his computer, he chooses the Siri-like system's voice. From then on, we hear Scarlett Johansson's velvet tones emanating from his computer and cell-phone. The AI on this operating system means that it's a learning computer and, as such, 'Samantha' (as the OS has chosen to name itself) begins to develop a personality as it checks Theodore's e-mails for him, alerting him to the important ones, and scheduling his days. Because this OS learns from its experiences, Theodore begins to grow attached to it as he reluctantly goes through the process of a painful divorce. I don't think I'm giving away any spoilers, but I'll say no more about the story. It says much about the way we rely so heavily on our digital tech. This film got very good reviews upon its release. If you've ever seen any of Spike Jonze's other films, you'll know that his mind tends to work on a different level to nearly any other film director working today. In some ways, he belongs in the same universe as Michel Gondry, who directed Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind in 2004, in which Jim Carrey tries desperately to hold onto his ex-girlfriend Kate Winslet, who has signed up with a company that will erase all of her memories of their relationship.
And speaking of digital tech...

A few days earlier, we went to the phone store to get my daughter's phone hooked up. The next day, she began getting messages from people we've never heard from asking her to check out their Facebook updates.
Nobody in my family is on Facebook. Next day, we went back to the phone store. I was in no mood to be trifled with. Turns out they set her phone up with a previously used number and this is why she's getting these messages. Also, her phone is set to receive Premium Services, whereby she'll get these kind of text messages often. And, to top it all off, her monthly plan is not what I thought I was signing up for. You know my one major gripe with these phone stores? The staff turnover is extremely high. You can never deal with the same person twice in a month, so you therefore can never form a relationship with a salesperson.
So they told me that they could change the number, but that would have a $50.oo fee attached. Ha! We have three mobile phones, our landline, and our internet set up with this company and I was all set to pull the plug on all of it. Then the salesperson dialled Customer Service and handed me the phone. I had to explain it all over again to the girl on the phone. She said that there was normally a $15.oo fee attached to changing a number (nobody knows anything), but that she would waive this fee in this instance.
So that got sorted out relatively stress-free, but I was ticked off about the wrong phone plan set-up. I'll have to wait until next month when I receive the bill before I can change it over to the plan that I thought I'd originally signed up for.
Needless to say, when we get into our next house, I'm switching landline and internet provider.
I've decided also that having a smartphone is actually more phone than I really need and I'm also very sick of having to recharge it every single day. So, as soon as I transfer the 90 or so photos off it and onto my laptop, I'll switch back to my Nokia E63. All I need a phone for is the occasional call or text message and checking e-mails throughout the day. With the Samsung Galaxy S4 Mini that I currently use, I find myself wasting time surfing the web on it. I'm pretty certain that my life won't come crashing down if I don't check this blog or Twitter throughout a day.
So, I'll wait another week or so, once the kids are back at school, and then I'll go get a SIM card adapter for the E63. Gotta simplify life wherever possible.
And I've still been doing a lot of painting around the house. I've gotten a lot of wear out of this Seiko;

My God, my handwriting's looking sloppy. I've noticed a dull pain in my thumb whenever I hold a pen lately. I hope it's not the beginnings of arthritis. 
Check out the Mickey Mouse Band-Aid on my hand. I was reaching into the cutlery strainer on the kitchen sink to get a spoon to stir my coffee with and my knuckle got a little too close to the recently-sharpened chef's knife. That tingled. But at least I now know that I got my five bucks' worth from the knife sharpening dude.







I tried logging on to my student profile so that I could complete a diagnostic competency test. This test is designed to help determine each student's mathematical and comprehension ability. For whatever reason, I wasn't able to log in. I was getting a little steamed. I've been at this institution for over two years now. If they haven't figured out by now that I know how to string a sentence together, then I can't help them. These tests are really designed for students whose native tongue is a language other than English. This helps the institute prepare an appropriate study package for them which takes their English writing, reading and speaking skills into account. 
Looks like I'll have to go into the institute early next week and try completing this test on one of the computers in the library. That way, I can ask the IT department for help with logging on. I'd better not get any revenge-of-the-nerds attitude or lip from them or I think I'll go absolutely postal. 
Like I said at the beginning, it's been a week of complaints. I'm a year away from fifty and I've decided that maybe I should be a little more assertive and forthright when I get a level of service that's less than adequate.
Anyway, life moves on. 

This Seiko has held up well these past few weeks. When I hang up the paintbrush after all this painting, I'll give this watch a proper clean.



Finished the Forsyth book. Was going to start on the Ross McDonald 'Lew Archer' story, but decided to begin the Suzanne Rindell book instead. 
Took the steel bracelet off the Submariner and put a black NATO strap on it to change it up a little. Looks good, but the plain steel Oyster bracelet is so ingrained in this watch's look and history that I think I'll switch it back in the next few days. Although, it is very comfortable on the NATO strap.









Time to give the Rolex a break. I've worn it every day since I got it, even though it was only for a few hours after painting. To stick with the dive watch vibe, I dug out the Omega Seamaster 300, since I haven't worn it for some time. I've got enough dive watches. Maybe I should take up scuba diving. 'Cos I don't have enough to occupy my time these days.

Thanks for reading, all!


EDIT (25mins later): And one more pic.

 

Fri 6/2/15 - Poor Service (Overpromise, Underdeliver), Putting Down The Paintbrush, Picking Up the Screwdriver & This Week's Wristwatches.

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Last weekend's watch, the WatchCo Seamaster 300 on a black leather strap. I placed it next to this old photo of chef Ainsley Harriott because I've always found it funny the way the monkey is hugging his head. Anyway, I couldn't keep this picture forever, so I thought I'd save it on my blog. Already did a search on the web, to no avail.



Monday
             Spent the better part of the weekend attempting to log on to do the ACER Test. That's a literacy, numeracy and abstract reasoning test that, for some reason, I'm supposed to complete as part of my course requirements. As far as I knew, I thought it was for new students with English as a second language, but there you go.
So, on Monday morning, I made the half-hour drive to school in an attempt to try accessing this test on one of their computers on-campus. No luck. I still couldn't log in, so I called IT and they said they'd send me detailed instructions on three different methods for logging on. Later that night, I tried all three methods without success. I wrote them a semi-dirty e-mail stating that I was happy to do the test and that they should make it accessible, since this was now beginning to take up time that I could better utilise elsewhere with my studies.
Finally, on Tuesday morning, I got an e-mail with a code that I could use. This did the trick. I spent about 90 minutes doing the test, but didn't finish it. But at least that's one minor headache taken care of.
A lady from a venetian blind company came around to look at some faulty blinds in our lounge room. She said her company can't fix them. The company that made them for us 12 years ago went bust some time ago. The search for a repairer continues.
I wore the Rolex Submariner;

The matching NATO strap and belt are perhaps
as far as I go towards matching watch strap and belt. Some guys will always insist that one must match shoes, watchstrap and belt with the same leather. I have other, more pressing matters on my mind at any given time. 


Tuesday
              We ordered a new front screen door on January 23rd and have heard nothing more from the door company. I called them to ask on its progress. They said they'd check and get back to me. Like I said last week, I'm not too fond of the levels of service that I'm getting from tradespeople at the moment. Not much has gone to schedule and there have been a few too many instances of  "yeah, we'll call you back" and then they don't.
Time to get a little more assertive and maybe get a few of their promises in writing.

Wednesday
                   My wife got the wooden ladder out of the garage as we continue to get the house ship-shape for the imminent open-for-inspections. I went back into the house to get a screwdriver. That took me less than thirty seconds. When I returned to the backyard, this is what I saw;


I headed into the garage to get the aluminium ladder. What a friggin' life!

Very interesting news about the upcoming publication of Harper Lee's previously unpublished work, Go Set A Watchman. Although, there have been concerns raised about whether Lee's permission to publish was granted willingly and/or lucidly or not. There are some quarters who feel that Ms Lee may have been taken advantage of or been made to agree to publish without being made aware of all the legal aspects associated with her decision.
See this widely-read article: Jezebel.com- Be Suspicious of the New Harper Lee Novel

I read an article in Vanity Fair about how her former agent, Sam Pinkus, stole the rights to her classic novel. This was a convoluted affair and was settled in court in 2013, but it shows that there are some folks out there who are willing (and able) to take advantage of Lee without a second thought.
I only hope that this new book doesn't attract a new reef of sharks.

Still, this is big news. I just asked my wife; "Hey, how many times have you read To Kill A Mockingbird?"
"Oh", she said and paused to think for a second.
"Probably twenty", she replied.
She has four or five different copies of this book. 

Thursday
               We decided to spend the next two days on all the little odd jobs left to be done. I decided not to do any painting and grabbed the drill instead. Off came the Submariner and on went the Seiko 7002;



Needless to say, the front screen door saga is dragging on. The installer arrived yesterday to measure up the doorway. He said he only got an e-mail from the company on Monday (Feb 2nd). We paid the deposit on January 23rd. They told us it would be supplied and fitted in approximately 3-4 weeks.
This morning (Friday), I called the customer service number that I was given and the lady on the phone said she'd look into this, put an 'urgent' on it, and call me back. That was at nine-fifteen in the morning. I called her back at 3:40pm, since I hadn't heard from her. Never a good sign. I had to jog her memory regarding what I was calling about. She told me (natch) that she'd have news for me on Monday. She said she'd find out how long it would take and she would call me back.
I'll be calling her around 2:00pm on Monday and the news had better be good.

Anyway, enough venting. It's eight thirty-five pm and I am exhausted. My back is killing me. I got a few new bruises on my shins and forearms. My body feels like it was thrown from a moving car.
But I get get a little bit of a suntan while I was up on the roof today.
The glass is half-full, Teeritz, the glass is half-full!

I already mentioned that I had a pleasant shave after the shower;


Then I had a beer while I waited for my pizza to cook.



I put the Submariner back on, but I thought I'd switch back to its metal bracelet;


And that's this week taken care of.
Thanks for reading and have a great weekend!

Fri 13/2/15 - Screen Door Hassles, Two More Subjects Left, & This Week's Wristwatches.

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Last weekend
                        We went to see Kingsman- The Secret Service.  I thought it was a great romp. Colin Firth gets to do his Bond schtick to great effect and there's one controversial scene in it that has gotten a lot of attention since the film's release. However, there's a scene in the Third Act where a Swedish Princess makes a tasteless suggestion to the film's hero and this piece of dialogue spoils the film a little, in my view. I'm no prude, but it just didn't belong in this film. I'll say more about it in a short review next week.
Aside from that one scene, the rest of the film was very good and a quite clever nod to the Bond films and Sixties spy movies in general. 

The 'For Sale' board went up in our front yard last Friday. Around midnight, some young punks who live further down the street in a Housing Commission rental decided that the board could use some graffiti, so out came some Textas (Magic Markers). My wife was positively incensed and she went out there to find five or six of them standing on the street outside our house. I followed.
"Are you guys right?", she asked them as I approached. The guys dispersed and began walking away. 
Do I need to call the police?", she added.
One of them responded with "Maybe call an ambulance" as he continued walking away. 
My wife and I turned to look at the board and that's when we saw all the graffiti. She wanted to approach them, but I told her that this would achieve nothing, and the last thing we need as we try to sell our house is to have a window broken or some other damage. We could have called the cops, but then what? The guys would know that we did and they might still come around to cause trouble for us. 
So I got an old cleaning rag and some methylated spirits and two minutes later, the graffiti was gone. It's a tricky one, isn't it? On the one hand, I would have liked to call the cops because this street isn't the Wild West and these punks aren't outlaws that everyone is too afraid to deal with. On the other hand, I just want to sell this house without any fuss or retribution from a bunch of unemployed kids.

Meanwhile, I was wearing the Rolex Submariner 5513;

















Monday
              Contacted the customer service department of the store that we order the screen door from. They told me that the door is approx three weeks away. I reminded them that I placed the order and deposit back on January 23rd and was told it would all take 3 to 4 weeks. They explained that it "is 3 to 4 weeks from the date of 'check measure'", which is when the installer comes over to measure our doorway. I told them that this was not explained to me when I placed the order. They told me they'd have a word to the person at the store. That's all well and good, but it still means that this entire order will take six weeks or so from when I first made the deposit, since the store didn't follow-up on the undelivered e-mail that they sent to their installer after I placed the order and I had to call them back a week later to find out where things were at.
I explained to them that I could have gone with their competitors, who are a four-minute drive from my house, since they had a five or six week turnaround. 
It all irks me because, when I made my initial inquiry with this store via e-mail, it took them a week to get back to me. And, throughout this entire sage, nobody has offered any kind of apology for the inconvenience caused. I would have been happy if someone had said at some point; "We're sorry that this has been a problem for you."
Having worked for 22 years in hospitality, plus a further fifteen years in retail, I learned long ago that a little bit of 'sorry' goes a long way. Many people in customer service these days don't offer an apology because they think they personally have nothing to apologise for, but what they don't understand is that it's not them apologising for anything they have done. It's them apologising, on behalf of the company that they work for and represent, for any hassle that the customer has had to endure. Whenever I found myself in a similar situation with a customer, I never took things personally. Delivery delays, mix-ups in communication, whatever. I would always offer an apology along the lines of; "I'm sorry that this has gotten out of hand to this extent and, on behalf of the company, I apologise. Leave it all with me and I'll endeavour to sort this out. And I'll keep you posted as to any new developments. As soon as I find out, I'll call you."
Simple as that. It ain't rocket-science, people. It's just good manners laced with a dash of empathy. 
Rant over.





















My wife brought home a mini-series called The Honourable Woman, starring Maggie Gyllenhaal. It centres on a woman named Nessa Stein, who inherits her father's business and has plans to build a broadband network running under the West Bank and Israel in an effort to bring peace and stability to the region. There is a helluva lot going on in this multi-layered story, which is replete with self-serving MI6 chiefs, shady business dealings, kidnappings and assassinations. It is told in a present-day setting, with numerous flashbacks to earlier events in the life of Nessa Stein. Written and directed by Hugo Blick, this series is a master-class in political/spy thriller story writing and Maggie
Gyllenhaal turns in an extraordinary performance in the lead role as the Jewish business heiress raised in England. Her accent is absolutely flawless, and her face and mannerisms betray all sorts of emotions as the layers behind her tortured soul are peeled away. We're just over half-way through and I'm very curious to see how this story will play out. The supporting cast is perfect, with Stephen Rea a particular stand-out as a George Smiley-type MI6 career man who goes about his investigation in a soft-spoken and world-weary manner. 

Thursday
               Headed into town to go pick up a pair of prescription sunglasses. You may recall from my post about spectacles...


...that I had a pair of RayBan Wayfarer sunglasses that I bought in the mid-Eighties converted into prescription specs. Well, I decided to get them switched over to prescription sunnies for driving. I went to collect them yesterday. Then I caught up with a few old work colleagues before going to one of the few remaining second-hand booksellers left in the city. Managed to pick up a near-pristine copy of Thunderball in paperback (I already have this printing, but what the hell) and a copy of The Doomsters, a Lew Archer story by Ross Macdonald. You may recall I was having some trouble finding any of his titles on the second-hand market. Still had the Submariner on my wrist;








Dig those bullet holes on the cover. They're actual holes. Classic.

Today
          Started writing this post. When I got to the part about the door, my blood began to boil slightly, so I grabbed the phone and called the store to voice my disappointment over this whole affair. The fellow I spoke with (whom I dealt with originally) explained that the door was on schedule to be delivered and fitted sometime next week or the week after. This I already knew, having spoken with customer service yesterday. 
And then this guy said; "I apologise for the mix-up." 
Finally! Somebody said it.

Anyway, that's it for me for this week. Gotta take some pictures of stuff to put on eBay. A reasonably quiet weekend coming up and then next week, I treat these studies a little more seriously and devote Monday and Tuesday to them as though I were in a classroom rather than on my computer at the dining room table. See how quickly I can get through these last two subjects. 
Took the Submariner off my wrist this morning. Decided I should mix things up a little. On went the Omega Railmaster;








Thanks for reading and have a great weekend!

2015 - The Year of Thespianage. No 1: Kingsman- The Secret Service

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This year looks like it's shaping up to be a good one if you're into spy movies. Some blogs and websites have already dubbed 2015 as 'The Year of The Spy' based on how many espionage thrillers are slated for release this year. I figured I'd be hitting the cinemas quite a bit in an effort to catch as many of these films as I can.
 
First cab off the rank is Kingsman- The Secret Service, directed by Matthew Vaughn, screenplay co-written by Vaughn and Jane Goldman, based on the graphic novel series by Mark Millar and Dave Gibbons. 

I've liked Vaughn's past work. He was the producer of both Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels (1998) and Snatch (2000) before turning to directing with the impressive Layer Cake in 2004, which served, in my humble opinion, as Daniel Craig's resume which got him the role of Bond in Casino Royale two years later.
Vaughn went on to direct Stardust in 2007, a clever and entertaining fairytale reminiscent of The Princess Bride (Dir: Rob Reiner, 1987) before going on to make the highly successful Kick-Ass in 2010 and X-Men: First Class a year later.
These last two films showed that Vaughn knew his way around an action scene. Much was made of the ultra-violent scenes in Kick-Ass because most of the carnage (and some incendiary profanity) was meted out by Hit-Girl, played by eleven year-old (at the time) Chloe Grace-Moretz. I suppose, given that this film was also based on a comic book, there was bound to be some violence in it. To be fair, though, the violence in this film is indeed stylised and flamboyant and I have to say that it didn't bother me. I get far, far more unsettled by the more realistic violence in 'kitchen-sink dramas' where an abusive parent takes their frustrations out on their spouses and children. I get more depressed by reading news reports of another cowardly IS hostage execution. And as much as I'm looking forward to seeing Eastwood's American Sniper, I'm sure that it will have some morally disturbing scenes in it.
So, for me, something like Kick-Ass was so unrealistic in its depictions of violence that I could sit there knowing that it was all just a movie and not be bothered by it all. 
You views may vary. Which is fine.

Anyway, back to Vaughn's latest film. I was greatly looking forward to Kingsman. With the new Bond film still about ten months away, I'll take whatever spy thrillers I can get. Kingsman had a nice sheen to it. I liked the idea of a secret organisation of gentlemen spies who dressed well and took on outrageous villains. As you can see in the poster above (a nod to the poster of For Your Eyes Only), there's a woman in this film with blades instead of prosthetic legs. You know they're going to be put to gory use. If you're not into this type of stuff, then go see something else. 
I was also looking forward to seeing Colin Firth 
in this type of action film.
I have a theory that a lot of actors want to play James Bond at least once in their careers. 
George Clooney did The Peacemaker.
Brad Pitt did Mr & Mrs Smith.
Matt Damon did the Bourne trilogy.
Tom Cruise has Mission Impossible 5 on the way.
Firth turns in a great performance in a role unlike anything he's done before. His character, Harry Hart, is sharp and refined all throughout the film. This scene here, which takes place in a church during a fire & brimstone service, comes out of left-field and we see just how 'efficient' Hart is at his job. I'll say nothing more about it. It's a scene that has garnered some controversy, to say the least, but it all makes sense in the fabric of the film's plot.
I won't give much of the story away. It concerns a young street punk named Gary "Eggsy" Unwin (Taron Egerton) who is taken under Hart's wing to be recruited into the Kingsman service. Naturally, it's a 'rough diamond' story where we see Eggsy having to prove himself worthy to be accepted into this secret organisation as he goes through training exercises with a few other youths, most of whom come from more affluent backgrounds. That's one part of the tale. The main story involves a billionaire tech nerd, played by Samuel L. Jackson, who is bent on saving the world by taking out a very large portion of its population. That's all I'll say.

SPOILER ALERT***SPOILER ALERT***SPOILER ALERT
There was one scene that marred this movie, in my opinion. In the film's final battle, Eggsy rescues a Swedish Princess who tells him that, if he can prevent the villain's dastardly plan from going ahead, she promises him...well, there's no way to put a polite spin on this. She tells him she'll let him have anal sex with her. This seems to spur him on to succeed in his mission.
My main problem with this scene is that it contradicts everything we've seen and heard thus far about the Kingsman organisation being made up of gentlemen. Harry Hart has a saying; 'Manners maketh man' and he later quotes from Hemingway, stating; "There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility is being superior to your former self." The Princess's offer of this sexual taboo, and Eggsy's anticipation of its fulfilment, goes totally against all of this, and I felt that it wasn't needed in this film. 
One more thing- I really liked Colin Firth as Harry Hart. It's a shame that, if a sequel is made, he won't be in it. He was the best thing in this film.
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This film is an obvious nod to Bond and The Avengers'John Steed, with their world of finely tailored suits, properly made Martinis and the sound of an automatic pistol being cocked. It definitely doesn't take itself too seriously and it moves at a good clip. With more than a few of the tropes that early Bonds like Goldfinger are known for, it shows that Matthew Vaughn and his team are well-versed in the world of classic film Bond and other spy films of the 1960s. The film is played for laughs, the action scenes are well-staged, and the entire cast does a fine job. Firth is a joy to watch in this film and newcomer (to me, anyway) Taron Egerton could be big in British cinema if he plays his cards right. 
Perhaps the only thing missing from a film such as this would be a car chase, but who knows, that may be in the pipeline if this film spawns a sequel. 
All in all, Kingsman- The Secret Service was a fun film. Not a perfect film, but if you view it with the right mind-set, then it's a great piece of entertainment. 

Okay, nothing left to do until the next spy movie release of the year. I think it's The Man From UNCLE remake.

Thanks for reading!

Friday 20/2/15 - Gone Smartphone, Going, Going Don Draper, "Gone Girl"& This Week's Wristwatches.

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Last weekend
                       Watched The Two faces of January (Dir: Hossein Amini, 2014). This was a good film, based on a Patricia Highsmith story. She had a great way of creating amoral characters. Viggo Mortensen does a great job as a stockbroker travelling the Greek Islands with his young wife, played by Kirsten Dunst, when they hook up with a shifty tour guide played by Oscar Isaac. The cinematography is nice, the wardrobe is superb.
We figured we'd take a break from slam-bang action films since my son was staying over at a friend's place and we felt that this might be the kind of film that our daughter may find interesting. It didn't knock her socks off, but I think she liked it. As parents we can sit there and tell our kids about the kinds of things that people will do in order to get what they want, but sometimes a movie, even though it's all make-believe, can encapsulate an idea more succinctly and lead to further discussion afterwards about why somebody did what they did. 
"But why did he such-and-such?"
"Because he knew that would etc, etc."
The idea is to make our kids think. Especially in an age where there are too many mindless distractions available.


Wore the Omega Railmaster for the weekend;



Sunday morning breakfast, Bond-style.
Green figs, yogurt, coffee, very black. 






Switched to the Omega Seamaster 300 on Monday. Wore it on its leather band until late Tuesday afternoon;


Before switching it over to the more comfy mesh bracelet once the weather began to warm up again.


Tuesday, Wednesday. Homework;






Thursday, more homework and on went the Submariner;

 


EDIT; 12.35pm- I've just had a look at the Best Actress Nominees for the Oscars next week. I think it's a toss-up between Julianne Moore and Rosamund Pike. Moore might get it because she's paid her dues and is consistently perfect. Pike could get it because she's seemingly come out of nowhere. I forgot to add to my typecast that I didn't think much of her as the Bond Girl in the dreadful Die Another Day back in 2002, but my recollection could be clouded by how bad that film was.

However, she appeared in a supporting role in An Education (Dir: Lone Scherfig, 2009), the Carey Mulligan film, and she was very adept at playing a ditzy English party girl. I'm glad to see that she didn't disappear without a trace after her Bond role. 
I think she's in with a very strong chance at getting a little golden statuette next week. 

Thanks for reading!

Fri 27/2/15 - I Love Oscar, Assignment No.1 Down, New Screen Door, & This Week's Wristwatches.

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Monday
               It was Oscar Night. I stayed away from Twitter and all news websites to avoid any spoilers. It's always tricky trying to pick the winners when you haven't seen all the nominees, but sometimes, you can base a hunch on everything but the movie itself.
I mentioned last week that I thought the Best Actress Oscar would go to either Rosamund Pike or Julianne Moore. Pike gave an extraordinary performance in Gone Girl, but I thought that Moore has always been gifted in every role she's ever done, so I was glad to see her get the award for her role in Still Alice. Of course, I think she should have won it for her role in Far From Heaven back in 2003.
Anyway, I could go on and on. Perhaps next year, I'll try to catch all of the nominated films prior to the awards.

I got started on one of my assignments. It felt a little daunting at first, but once I got started, I was surprised by how much of it I got done by day's end. I was wearing the Submariner;


As the SPECTRE Bondwagon rolls on, pictures from the set have been filtering through across the web. Here's the first pic I saw a few weeks ago of Daniel Craig as Bond in the Austrian Alps;

Of course, I spent a bit of time trying to get a better look at his wristwatch, since this is what Bond/watch nerds like myself tend to do. I narrowed it down to something on a NATO strap, and I suspected that it would be a sports watch, most probably either a Planet Ocean (like the one he wore in Skyfall) or the newer Seamaster 300 Master Co-Axial model that was released last year.
Then, earlier this week, we got some shots of filming that was taking place in Rome. Naturally, fashion police the world over tore this look to shreds, but it did give a better glimpse of his wristwatch. Sort of.














Some said he looked like a chauffeur, others said he looked like a mafioso going to a funeral. Many stated that he looked very un-Bondian, but none of this was keeping me awake at night. The close-up, above, shows a NATO strap. Omega have brought out their own range of these nylon straps, but you won't see me rushing out to get one. Not at their prices. I think these straps retail for around...actually, I'm not sure. They're either about $150 or $325. Ridiculous when you can get a nice NATO strap for fifteen bucks.

Here's a crop of the photo, showing a little more detail of the strap. Can't see too much of the watch, though;

This is a better shot of the watch. Looks like the Seamaster 300 Master Co-Axial it is.
Well, Bond fan or not, Omega fan or not, I won't be adding one of these to my collection. It's a nice watch, to be sure, but I'd have some serious doubling-up going on if I got one of these. And they're pricey as all-get-out. Nice watch, though;








Here's the fun part, though. Back in the days of VHS, if you'd sat down to watch Goldfinger, you would see Bond look at his watch in the pre-credits sequence and perhaps notice that his watch-strap consisted of a black and grey striping. GQ magazine ran a competition years ago where they had some of these straps made up as a giveaway.

And this strap on the right is how they looked; (Pic courtesy of www.timefy.com

Since the advent of DVD, and especially BluRay, which offered a more hi-def view of the strap's true colouring,  this strap has been changed to something considered closer to the original strap worn by Connery back in 1964. Many strap manufacturers got on board and began coming up with what have been referred to as TrueBond regimental straps. I've bought more than my fare share of these over the years and they are very comfortable to wear, depending on what watch you put them on. I've tried them on my Omega Planet Ocean Seamaster, but found them to feel a little too flimsy compared to the thickness of the watch.
However, on my WatchCo Seamaster 300 or Rolex Submariner, these straps are perfect. Both of these watches are light enough to provide a comfy fit and feel.

Tuesday
              Switched to the Omega Planet Ocean while I messed around with some fountain pens. It looks like the 1946 Parker Vacumatic doesn't hold ink in its reservoir any longer. By luck, I found a pen repairer on the web who happens to be located about 45 minutes away. That's handy to know, but I'll deal with this some other time;

    
Wednesday
                   The new screen door finally arrived. The installer fitted it in under an hour. I'm still not happy with the overall experience and I filled in the customer feedback form to let them know about it, too. They wanted feedback, they got it.
Continued with a little more of the assignment and got it finished. Fourteen pages. Geez! Fiddled with watches and took the steel mesh bracelet off the Seamaster 300 and put a TrueBond NATO on it. Close as I'll get to Bond's current wristwatch, which is fine by me.

On mesh


Switched to NATO

I got a copy of Angelmaker in hardback off eBay for six bucks.


Somebody told me about this book recently and I thought it sounded intriguing.

Should be an interesting read. Now all I have to do is finish The Other Typist which is moving along nicely, but the print is a little small, so I'm not tending to read more than about six or seven pages a night. I'll get through it sooner or later, I guess.

Today
          Assignment finished and submitted. That's one down. As this course of study is coming to an end, it's now time to really ramp up the job hunting. I went through my job search notes and discarded a bunch of old applications and other stuff that is no longer relevant. For the record, I will never apply for work at a department store ever again. My last two applications last year were never replied to. Probably a good thing, when I think about it, considering that I'm looking for work in the library industry anyway.
Therefore, I drafted an e-mail earlier today to send to my local council, regarding library work. I haven't sent the e-mail yet. I think I'll re-read it later today before sending it off. Might need to tweak it a little here and there.
Aside from that, another week done. The sun's out, and I should probably have some lunch. Need to go buy some coffee. We're running low.
Anyway, I'll leave you with one last pic showing my pair of Tom Ford sunglasses in tortoise-shell, which appear to be the same design that Bond wears in the pictures up above. My wife got me these sunnies about a year ago.


 It's nice when Bond copies me for a change. It's only happened twice in my life.

Thanks for reading and have a great weekend!

Happy Birthday Daniel Craig!, The Homework Continues, & This Week's Wristwatches.

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Last weekend
                       I've been taking stock of my watch collection in recent months. After almost twenty years of collecting, I suppose my tastes have changed to the point where there are some pieces that I just never wear these days. There have been occasions where I've put on a watch in the morning only to return to the watch box to put on something else. 
For me, when this happens, it means I have a few too many watches. So a cull was in order. First cab off the rank was the Lanco hand-wound;

I have rarely worn this watch, even though I like the look of it. So, I figured this one would go. The case was looking a little tired, so I got out some stainless steel polish and gave it the once-over. Suddenly, the watch looked even better. However, I had made my mind up. It would have to go. I wound the watch and set the time. And nothing happened. It wasn't ticking. Ahh, what the hell!?, I though to myself as I grabbed a knife and popped the case-back off it. Then I remembered; That's right, Teeritz, you're not a friggin' watchmaker!
I didn't know what to look for. Then I wound the watch about fifteen times. Then another ten. Then another twenty. The watch should have reached the end of its winding cycleafter about twenty winds. Okay, that was one problem, and it could be the reason why the watch wasn't running. 
I put the case-back back on and took another look at the watch. On a new strap, it would actually look quite nice. And it was a nice 38mm in diameter, with a great dial featuring a sub-seconds dial. Looks like I'd be keeping this one after all. 
Next up, a Seiko dive watch that I think I've worn four times in the six years that I've had it. Okay, this one would go.
Then, there was the Omega Seamaster bumper Automatic from 1951;

This watch doesn't look this good anymore. The crystal has some crazing on it. That's cracks to the non-watch collectors reading this. A piece of the gold capping has come off the lower right-hand lug and been lost, and the re-done dial has a few markers that aren't as perfect as they could have been. This one would have to go. I will list all of these faults when I sell it. Honesty is the best policy, as they say. I don't want anybody buying this watch without knowing everything that's wrong with it. 

I don't think this one will sell for much, and I'm prepared to take a bath on this one. I think I'll get back a fraction of what I paid for it five years ago. Still, the Calibre 351 movement inside it is in very good condition and running well. Perhaps somebody will buy it and make it their own repair project. It will look pretty good once it's done.

There are perhaps one or two other watches that I can get rid of, but I think I'll spend a little more time deciding before I do anything. 
I wore the Submariner while I was doing all of this;

I suppose this watch is one reason for the cull. I've worn it quite a bit since I got it and it doesn't make sense to hold on to other watches if they don't get worn. While I do appreciate the ornamental value of certain objects, such as typewriters, I tend to take a different view as far as my wristwatches are concerned. If they don't get worn, then they should go. 
My 1928 Royal Portable types like an old farm tractor, but it looks nice if put out on display, and I can always use a different typewriter when I want to use one. With my watches, if I put one on and start thinking I should have worn something else, then that begins to tell me that I could probably do without that watch and I wouldn't miss it much if it went. 
Also, over the past year or so, I've thought that I'd rather have a smaller collection of watches that actually get worn (since, like a greyhound, a watch is meant to run), rather than watches that collectors refer to as 'safe queens'. The Lanco, I suppose, is safe for now, since it doesn't work. I'll get it serviced at some point, put a different strap on it, and see how I feel about it then. 
                         




Monday
          It was March 2nd, Daniel Craig's 47th Birthday. Happy Birthday, Mr. Bond. Filming of SPECTRE continued in Rome this week.






Tuesday
             So much to read before starting my next assignment. Spent most of the day dreading it until I called my lecturer who told me to disregard most of the notes and just read a selected few before moving on to the assignment. Once I did that, I opened up the assignment and read through it, and it didn't look as scary as it did in the morning. So I got started on it. 

Wednesday
                  Found a copy of an old Len Deighton espionage thriller for two bucks. Had the Omega Railmaster on my wrist;


Thursday
                While I've been in this get-rid-of-stuff-I-don't-use frame of mind, I thought about my typewriters and decided to shift the Remington Remette and the Smith-Corona Galaxie II. I really like the design of the Galaxie, but I find that I don't use it very often. Maybe I'll take another hit at the keys before I make a final decision.


             

The Remette looks nice enough, but it's a rough machine to write with. And I already have one or two typewriters with that problem.


The Galaxie has a snappy feel, but I tend to favour my Olympias, Royal QDL, and other Smith-Corona models whenever I get the urge to sit down at a typewriter. This one was in beautiful condition when I first got it and as I write this, I'm not so sure as to whether I'll sell it or not. Definitely have to use it a little more before I make up my mind one way or the other.


Today
          Man, I'm tired today. Had a few crappy nights of sleep this week and I think it's all caught up with me. Hit the gym later in the afternoon and I'm now feeling the effects.  
You never regret a workout, my wife is oft to remark.
I'm regretting this one, baby.


However, the benefits always outweigh the effort. If I can just stick at it long enough.

Thanks for reading and have a great weekend, all!

Can't Really Be Bothered, But Here's This Week's Wristwatch!

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And here's someone else who can't be bothered. Of course, she can never be bothered. 






 I didn't find a knitted tie, by the way. Not the end of the world.

Friday 20/3/15 - Homework Sucks, Nice Turtleneck, Mr Bond, & This Week's Wristwatches.

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Last weekend
                      I got under the house and got rid of some junk that had been there since the previous owners lived here back in the Nineties. You know, one of those chores that you just put off for years and years. Finally done, now that the house has sold. My hands required some hard-core cleaning by the time I was done. I've always loved the packaging of Solvol soap. It's so 1950s industrial. Added a few more scratches to the Seiko 7002. Which is fine. That's what this watch is for, after all.


Monday, Tuesday
                             This week's trudged along with no major highs or lows. The cat has had an annoying habit of leaping up at the front door at around five or six o'clock in the morning. She's been doing this on and off now for a few years. It got old a long time ago. Usually, when she's patient, she'll sit at the base of the door and stare up at the handle. This is the cue for one of us suckers to go and open the door to let her out.
However, from time to time, she makes a half-hearted leap for the door handle, resulting in her four paws making a soft thud when she lands. It beats me that she hasn't figured out that she can't actually open the door latch with her paws. 
I have begun hanging an empty plastic bag from the door handle in an effort to prevent her from making these leaps in the early hours. Seems to be working. Of course, she reaches into her bag of annoying tricks and begins meowing as she paces throughout the house while my wife and I try to get our last hour or two of sleep. 
Pain in the neck, sometimes, that cat.
I had the Omega Railmaster on. Still plowing through The Other Typist by Suzanne Rindell. This copy has a smaller print than I'm used to and I find I'm only getting through seven or eight pages a night. Pretty good so far. Rindell has a nice turn of phrase.


Wednesday
                  Continuing with an assignment which involves a lot of hunting around for the required info. Which is really irritating. I've been feeling a little crappy about my studies lately. Two subjects left, so close to the end of it all, and there doesn't appear to be any work available in the field. I emailed my local council a couple of weeks ago to ask if library jobs tend to become available, since I haven't seen any come up in the last two years or so since I began my course. 
I got a blanket reply telling me to check the council website for any jobs. Well, I knew that! 
Anyway, onwards and upwards. I'll continue with this assignment this week and then spend the majority of next week looking for work. Still had the Railmaster on;



And, earlier today, a new 'teaser' poster was unveiled for SPECTRE;


And Twitter was awash with a mixture of positive comments as well as complaints along the lines of "Bond should be wearing a suit", "Where's his tuxedo?" (do people still say'tuxedo'?), "That's not Bond, where's his suit?", etc, etc. 
Pack of dummies.

Cinematic Bond has a history of wearing this type of get-up before going out to kick some ass. Connery wore a similar outfit in the failed infiltration of Goldfinger's factory, just prior to the laser and No-Mister-Bond,-I-expect-you-to-die! scene in 1964;


Steve McQueen dressed similarly in Bullitt (Dir: Peter Yates) in 1968;

Roger Moore did the turtleneck thang in his Bond debut,  Live And Let Die;

                                                                picture courtesy of www.moviestillsdb.com

And, in recent years, animated TV spy Sterling Archer has made a big deal of wearing a tactical turtleneck sweater. It's pretty funny when he goes on and on about how he single-handedly brought this garment into spy fashion as a tactical item, referring to it as a 'tactleneck'. Politically incorrect, and full of some low-brow moments, it's one of the funniest shows on TV;


And Lana Kane is awesome!



Anyway, back to Bond and the turtleneck. I grew up on the Roger Moore Bond movies and, when I got older and watched other action films throughout the '80s and '90s, I noticed that the heroes seemed more appropriately dressed for their missions, as opposed to Bond wearing a suit (mostly) at a time when a tactical outfit would have been more suitable.

It was refreshing to see Pierce Brosnan wearing a more mission-appropriate outfit in the Third Act of Goldeneye in '95. Lightweight khaki cargo-type pants and an olive-green shirt. This made sense in the context of the story, since he was flying in to sunny Cuba, but the addition of the tactical vest, with its numerous pockets, perfectly suited Bond in this stage of the story. He'd have looked out of place in this setting wearing one of his Brioni suits.

So, for me, regardless of the fact that I've always viewed Bond as a superhero in a suit, there are times when he needs to dress correctly for an occasion and a dark outfit made up of a close-fitting pullover/sweater, along with dark trousers are as 007-ish to me as his dinner jacket and bow tie. Capped off with a shoulder holster for his Walther PPK and Mr. Bond is ready to rumble.
It's for this reason that I quite like this new poster for SPECTRE. For a Bond fan, this is the (modern) film where 007 goes up against his greatest foe and he needs to look the part.  So I say pooh-pooh to those of you who think the poster should have shown Daniel Craig wearing a suit. I'm sure there'll be plenty of instances where Bond wears suit and tie in this film, as evidenced already by photos taken during production. He is James Bond, after all.




Friday
       I think today will be a quiet one around here. I might just take a few pictures of the next few items to sell on eBay. Although, the light’s not great for taking vibrant photos today, but no matter.
I have multiple copies of wristwatch catalogues from various brands that I accumulated during my time in the industry. I was thinking that maybe I’ll give the Australian Horological Society a call and see if they’d like to have a copy of each for their archives/library. This is assuming, of course, that they actually have an archive or library. Last time I looked them up, there was just an e-mail address, so this leads me to think that it’s an organisation run by volunteers or enthusiasts. There may not be a physical address where I could take these catalogues. For all I know, the Horological Society meets three or four times a year in a rented council hall or board-room.
I think this will require some further investigation.  Something to tackle later. 

Anyway, that's it this week. Thanks for reading and have a great weekend, all!


Job Hunting, Dentists & This Week's Wristwatches

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Okay, all, I think this week's installment may be my last Friday wristwatch post for a while. I've spent a little less time on the web this week as I've stepped up my efforts to find some work. 

Since commencing my studies a couple of years ago, I've kept an eye out for work in libraries (since that's what I've been studying) and I've noticed that positions don't come up very often and competition is fierce.
And so, rather than being hell-bent on getting a library technician's position in a library, I've decided in recent weeks to cast my net out wider and just get anything. Unemployment levels in Australia are currently the highest they have been for some time, so this has made things tricky, to say the least.
So, the way things stand, here's a tally;

-Sent out three applications, sent a cold-letter enquiry to an employment agency, haven't heard back from them. 
-Went to a nearby cafe to ask about work, the owner hired somebody a month ago, but he said to stay in touch in case this new staff member doesn't work out. 
-Checked at a nearby library. They last hired back in June. 
-Went to six other local businesses. Four of them had nothing on offer, the other two are a slight possibility, but they won't know for certain for a few more weeks because their staff are going though a reshuffle of their rosters and everything's up in the air at the moment.
-Went to a nearby shopping centre, three places are looking for staff, and I'll have to e-mail their Head Offices for further details. 
So that's how it all stands. And, as Forrest Gump was wont to say; That's all I have to say about that.

I had the Rolex Submariner 5513 clamped to my wrist on Monday and Tuesday. Because I meant business. I had a pleasant surprise on the weekend as I went through some boxes of books that I had packed away. I forgot that I had this hardback of On Her Majesty's Secret Service. Granted, it's not a first edition. I think it's an Eighties reprint, but that's just fine by me.
 
Wednesday
                  I had a dental appointment in the morning. It's been five years since my last appointment. Yes, I know, I know. I had a check-up, scale and clean, two tubes of whitening gel, and a few x-rays done. When I got to the reception desk afterwards, the nurse said; "That's comes to $355.oo." 
She didn't say it with a smile either, just in case I mistook it for a joke. 
And I suddenly remembered why it's taken me five years to go back to the dentist. In all honesty, though, my dentist is very, very good at what he does, and he has a lovely manner. 
I made another appointment for the week after next. I think there'll be a filling and possibly an extraction.
I wore the Omega AquaTerra;


Today
          My wife and I had an appointment with the real estate agent this morning. Then we hit a couple of Op Shops. I snagged a Book Club of America hardcover first edition of The Human Factor by Graham Greene and Groundhog Day on DVD. Total cost? Six dollars and twenty-five cents. 
The kids finished school for the term today. They've got two weeks off, but we aim to give them a little bit of homework just so they don't get too comfortable, heh, heh. Don't tell 'em.
I switched over to the Sinn 103 St (steel) Sa (Sapphire) Chronograph;


And that's it, thrillseekers. As I said at the beginning, I have to devote time and energy to other matters for a while. And spending a little less time on the web is definitely not a bad thing. 
So, I'm going dark. I'm going off the reservation, off the grid, maintaining radio silence, running silent, running deep.
For a while. 
In the meantime, take care of yourselves, don't overdo it with the Easter eggs, and stay safe. I'll leave you with a quick Bond-style picture that I took earlier today. 


Relax, the lemon peel is real, the Martini is water. 

Oh, and the teaser trailer for SPECTRE is released tomorrow sometime. We've used up our 50Gb internet allowance, so our 'net is now running at dial-up speed till April 1st. I'll have to wait until then to watch it.
Oh well...

Thanks for reading, have a good weekend, and I'll resurface soon!

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