How to Tell Time

I have been searching Ebay for almost a year looking for a black face Hermes cape cod watch.  There are other places I can get it, but I would like to find the right one.  I want one from an estate sale.  I want a dead man’s watch.

As a man, if there is one accessory you are likely to wear consistently through your entire life it is your watch – and so it deserves to be properly appreciated, selected for its properties, and it should pack a good conversation if someone were to ask.  If your watch doesn’t meet these basic criteria I would recommend giving it away and beginning your quest to find a new one.

The price doesn’t really matter.  The style should be based on your own wardrobe – personally I like watches that look good dirty, watches that stay congruent with who I am, watches that would still look cool with bloodstains and a frayed wristband.

I wouldn’t buy a watch with Arabic numbers on it, strictly Roman numerals.  Why?  I love Latin.  I love classical history, and the concepts that can be gained from understanding what the Romans did right…and perhaps more importantly, what they did wrong.  I also wouldn’t buy a watch that glows in the dark.  To me, glowing in the dark is about as cool as Arabic numbers.  Both questions, when asked to me, strike me as equally ridiculous.  Who knows.  Sic semper tyrannis.  Not that that has anything to do with this.  But seriously, tyrants, check yo’ selves.

 

Brick by Rian Johnson

This the best film of all time.  In my thousand or so years of experience reading books and watching films and meeting people I have never met characters more stylish or cool, I have never heard lines more eloquent or hardboiled, and I have never watched a film with the subtle yet precise lyricism and plot that Brick has to offer.

I won’t give this film away for you.  I will you tell you that you must buy it.  I will brag that many women have been gloriously seduced while it played in the background.  I will admit that I have seen it over a hundred times.  I will even list it as one of my greatest influences in both my writing and my living.  I have casually thought about writing a screenplay some day: I have a basic storyline figured out, a few characters, some lines, but I haven’t sat down and penned the film yet.  I will tell you that I never wanted to write a film before I saw this movie.  Brick inspired me to do what I would have thought impossible.

But what Brick proves is not impossible.

A stylish, hardboiled crime noir film set in a high school with brilliant dialogue, believable yet completely unbelievable characters juxtaposed on an equally believable yet completely unbelievable scenario.  It’s ability to be so ridiculously absurd and yet so realistically down to Earth must have given the late Kurt Vonnegut Jr. an erection in his grave…wait.

…he had not yet passed when this film was released – maybe he saw it – I hope to hell he did.

I will leave you with a handful of stylish, cool, eloquent, hardboiled quotes because if you aren’t already sold they damn well ought to sell you, and because I love writing the quotes, and once this post is published I’ll sit back and read them and smile.

 

Laura: Do you trust me?

Brendan: Less than when I didn’t trust you before.

***

Brendan: I won’t waste your time, you don’t know me.

Laura: I know everyone, and I have all the time in the world.

Brendan: Ah, the folly of youth.

***

Brendan: Throw one at me if you want, hash head.  I’ve got all five senses and I slept last night, which puts me six up on the lot of you.

***

Brendan: Which wall’s the door in?

***

One of my favorites from Emily…

Emily:  I mean, what are you?  Just sitting back here, hating everyone?  Who are you to judge anyone?  God, I really loved you a lot.  I couldn’t stand it.  I had to get with people.  I couldn’t have a life with you anymore.

Maybe I just love that line because of how much I can relate to it.  I’m sure that part of my love for this film is how strongly I can relate to the lead character, Brendan.  Quick dialogue, hardboiled themes, based heavily on the works of literary giant Dashiell Hammett.

Pair this film with cigarettes, gin, and a femme fatale.

and my son needs his soul back.

I like to collect nicely placed lines in film/theatre/real life.  Well, the real life ones are pretty rare.

 

 

“…and my son needs his soul back.”

 

This is from House (one of the two best shows in the world), episode Body and Soul.

 

 

Also the episode that convinced me I need to learn Hmong.  Once my Latin, French, Magyar, and Portuguese are all at a conversational level.

Old Skool Brick Movie Posters and Basement Lair Decore – A Primer

Alright, so I just tripped over the illest movie posters that I’ve ever seen.  You can find dem bitchez here.  I really did accidentally discover this amazing variety of movie posters for my favorite film of all time, I was just searching the internet for a specific line from the film and came across a variety of posters with snippet descriptions of the main cast.

Brilliant.

Naturally, I have decided that I need to own the entire collection of posters for two reasons.

  • Brick is the greatest film of all time.
  • The posters look ill.

Those two reasons, when combined, equal a pretty strong argument for me purchasing them.  But what do I do with them and where do I put them?  This got me thinking about lair decoration, and the varying styles and themes that a lair should have.  If your entire chateau is decorated in a very specific mode it will quickly become boring and too cohesive – something that destroys mystery and intrigue.

Here at lovingyoumadly we are not so fond of things that destroy mystery and intrigue.  If destroying mystery and intrigue were our cup of tea we would only read personal development books and all of our shirts would be pocket tees.

We read lots of things and own lots of shirts.  So yeah, we ain’t destroying shit.

 

You can’t just throw posters like this up all over the walls of your hacienda as if you were a college frat boy trying to make your bare breast to wall paper ratio 1:1.  No, that would destroy the potential allure of dope shit like these posters while simultaneously making you look like a hack.  No good.  You have to ask yourself two questions with all lair decoration, and the basement is no different.

  • What mood does this create?
  • Where does this mood belong?

These questions will be brought up many times in lair decoration and for damn good reason.  You put a somber mood instilling piece of artwork in your bathroom and everyone who goes to throw a piss will hang themselves.  The last thing you need is more dead people in your bathroom, so you gotta be asking these two questions all the time.

Side Note: somber mood instilling pieces work great in the bedroom as long as ‘guests’ can’t really make them out in the dim lighting.  This way you can sleep with the memory of dead friends and after she’s turned the lights on she can see you’re a little too murderous to get attached.  Amen.

So we ask ourselves the two critical lair decoration questions.  What mood does this create?  Hard boiled and stylish.  Criminal.  Youthful.  Where does this mood belong?  The basement.

Too obvious, really.  The basement is where you and your enclave of young, brilliant minds go to shoot pool, drink martinis, smoke cigarettes, and talk Game.  You can’t have a brilliant Game Plan without posters like these to inspire moody brilliance and deadpan wit.  No way.

You need Brick posters.  Frank Sinatra.  The Outsiders.  Jay-Z.

 

And maybe a Sin City poster if you’re into comics like that.  I would switch it up with a Ralph Steadman sketch personally, or Picasso’s Don Quixote.  Absolutely.  Why?

Because contrast is everything.

 

But don’t just copy my brilliant ideas.  You’ve got to take away the message and learn from it.  Ask yourself the two questions, apply them.

Rinse and repeat.

Integrity

is pretty hard to come by.  I’ve got it though, hell, I’ve got it in droves.  (..::do people still use that term?  Probably not.  I do though::..)

 

 

Lots of crazy things happening lately, the kind of things that make it easy to hide underneath blankets with a copy of this.  Simple situations, actually, where it is so easy to ‘do nothing’ that evil usually prevails in a Evil v. Laziness kind of battle.  Quite anticlimactic actually.

 

It’s easy to watch people get bullied, it’s easy to even team up against them because you disagree with them fundamentally, and it’s easy to do nothing.  It’s easy to rationalize and convince yourself that you don’t actually believe so strongly in what you kind of thought you might have believed strongly in.  Which is why it’s so critical to know who you are.  Because when you have a strong sense of self, it is hard to turn your back on that.

 

Here Comes Integrity

Sometimes someone just needs to know you have their back.

Sometimes just saying what you believe is all it takes to watch a gang of shadows obliterated by light.

 

I’m keeping this really short because it’s just meant to be a reminder.  Integrity isn’t a learned skill.  It’s a practiced mentality that just requires you to speak up.

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