Tumultonomics - (update 3) Zenith Men's 96.0529.4035/51.M Defy Xtreme Tourbillon Titanium Chronograph Watch

I think Amazon is a great company, yes they have been trumped by Apple with the Ipad (Amazon's Kindle just doesn't cut the mustard against the Ipad), still they are a powerhouse distributor that has a solid business structure and service.

But as the global ecomomy is now looking at another financial crisis (and it aint looking good) some things just catch your eye and you go "What the Fuck?" Amazon have an outsourced watch distribution, where companies/ shops use the Amazon carrier to sell their products. Great concept and works well, but this watch caught my eye (sold through Amazon).

Zenith are high end watches (loverly watches too I might add), that sit in the price range of $5,000.00 to $10,000.00 which essentially are correct prices for a high end watch with a splash of price deflation (i.e recession). Except the above baby will set you back a cool $87,709.99 (however reduced from $145,000.00)!

The absurdity is not so much the watch it's self, it's the expectation that someone would order this online at that price. Alas the reviews of non buyers which is testament to that absurdity.

Click here to follow some of customer reviews, very funny with nice amounts of sardonic humour, good stuff! : Amazon 'Zenith' review/s

sardonic example...funny:

"The Zenith Men's Defy Xtreme Tourbillon Titanium Chronograph Watch or Z.M.D.X.T.B.T.C.M. as I like to call it, is by far the most awesome watch. Chuck Norris riding into the Super Bowl on the back of Godzilla and round house kicking the crowd is no where near as awesome as this priceless poon magnet. When I was just moments from sending my $100k to some needy neo-hippie help group, I stumbled onto this gem. It was like the heavens opened and Jesus himself appeared with this same watch on. I mean how can you not follow Jesus when he's rocking a watch of this caliber. So I asked "What would Jesus do?" Jesus pimp smacked me and said "Forget those hippies, buy the watch!" I was like "HECK YEAH." I busted out my Discover card and bought this rocking piece of art. I mean its art but its also practical too. Like when I take my summer trips to the Marianas Trench, I have no more worries that I am going to miss Tea Time back on the yacht, because water ruined my watch again. It can withstand the immense pressures of the deep due to the wicked awesome titanium. Deep seas, cant beat this. Bullets cant beat this. Heck, I can deflect cruise missiles and the apocalypse. With a watch like this you don't need to tell time, you tell people what time it is"

'Predators' Produced by Robert Rodriguez, directed By Nimród Antal

First up I think the Predator 1 ( movie) made back in 1985 is a popular culture masterpiece, the whole human condition under tension theme, nature against man, rather than man against nature. With the metaphors of nature, being the beings that blend in with nature, I guess you could say if animals could hunt and kill like we do (in a premeditated 'blood lust'), which is a represention via popular culture that the 'hillbilly' living off the land, as in Deliverance, and of course the alien predator seem perfectly suited to a nature raw environment. As the Predator looks like a tribal or indigenous being who doesn't seem out of place as he (she?) hunts humans, which in the case of the Predator franchise, are military personal; who look out of place in environment (natural) where they have to fight to survive. As it turns out, the modern weaponry (humans) seem ineffective, so it's down to a one on one, hand to hand, physical death match. Great stuff.

So we have what many feel is a reboot from the (Director: John McTiernan) Predator 1985 classic, although Rodriguez (who is an incredibly smart director/producer) and directed by Nimród Antal, who I don't know that much about. Appear to have created a twist on the Predator theme, in the sense that it is that the Predators that have picked a bunch of 'killers' (human) and dropped then on a 'safari' planet.
Looking forward to seeing this one.

Polina Barbasova (model)

hermoso!

(pic from here)

If you ever get a chance check out her shoot for S Magazine...

Tumultonomics - (update 2) 'The End is Near' when...

JP Morgan Chase (investment bank) downgrades Camapri (old school Italian 'Aperitif' maker) to 'underweight (crappy stock)'

We are talking about Campari here! No one is drinking cocktails anymore?

Some visual inspiration (mine - update 2)

RIP Dennis Hopper

He made taking drugs look cool.

An American icon in both film and popular culture.

Some visual inspiration (mine - update1)

Photo: A.Glass



photo: A.Glass

Some visual inspiration (mine)

Australian model Bambi Northwood-Blyth


Easy Rider



La Valote Bovet (Absithe)

Nude Paper Magazine

Similar to S Magazine bringing back the artistic and style of nude photography (fashion/art/cuture) magazines.

Check the link here: Nude Paper

666 Watches (from Spain)

Not bad at all.

Saturday night Captain Morgan 'rum' and quick analysis of popular culture characters - the Taskmaster (comics)

Well no dates and no women last Saturday night, a policy? No, just the way it was. Being somewhat bored, I went to the local bottle shop at picked up a bottle of Captain Morgan 'spiced' rum went back to my unit and decided to sought through some comics. Picked up the Avengers: The Initiative (Marvel) comic and started reading them again, there is this character in that series by the name of the Taskmaster. He is kinda cool, well at least how Christos N. Gage (writer) has written him (a mercenary that wears a skull mask). Slightly hard story to explain, but the gist of it is a guy (Taskmaster) who is trying to see the best possible scenario in th worst possible conditions. Maybe it was the Captain Morgan kicking in, actually it was quite nice mini review coming, but I like characters whether male of female that just cope with odds and wait for the good luck to swing back again. You could call that adaption, but life generally is filled with good and bad luck situations; we can never have it just one way. Even with bad luck, say a prolonged period, eventually, or possibly, your luck changes and you get back on your feet and back up again. Woddy Allen mentioned this, I remember seeing an interview with him and how he said that he has been incredibly lucky, that one doesn't 'make their luck' pe se, he is right to a degree. You have to position your self for a change in circumstances, that is the knack. Many don't, if a period of misfortune occurs, even if it is relatively minor. They just except their lot with all it's misery.

So characters like the Taskmaster rings a bell, I liked the idea of a guy that just cuts it, some cash is flowing in, he has some company from time to time (female); he is just trying to roll, when the next big thing comes his way. Which is essentially what the 'Initiative' story was somewhat about, the Taskmaster seeing that the situation that he was involved in is turning south and he is trying to make his plan to get the fuck out.

So there you go.

The Sirens and the victim - the power of seduction (update 1)

The Sirens and the victim - the power of seduction (update 1)

Robert Greene (author) put out a great book by the name of the Art of Seduction, not an manual pe se but a historic account of how seduction manifests it's self in society and history. Seduction has not changed in the thousands of years in our civilization and all it's cultural development. It stays the same. Eliot Spitzer was the NY governor before he fell from grace after it was revealed he was seeing high class call girl Ashley Dupre (picture above).

Spitzer was the prefect victim in a seduction, a legal/political power broker and critic of Wall Street , she (Dupre) could justify the $2,000.00 an hr and continue to utilize the exposure (now she has projected her self onto the Playboy persona), so a re-balancing of power should maintain (Spitzer has certainly attempted to regain some credibility), to a degree. But never completely close to a male's power, but the survival mechanisms of sexuality/seduction to gain favours will never go out of vogue.

S Magazine #10

I like this magazine a lot. It's thick, full bodied and decadent. In a good way. The photography is excellent, innovating and interesting to look at. Plus you get to see various tier models get naked. But this is no mens magazine pe se, it's stylized collection of nudes. A raw, as mentioned, decadent feel, but it feels expensive, not excessive. So you are not going to magazines racks full of similar publications. Although nudes now in fashion magazines seem more prevalent, the overall feel of S magazine is distinct.

With a saturation of 'chewing gum' porn and images, you forget how good well taken nude photography can be; it's subtle and seductive. S Magazine combines the female and the masculine in a blur of desire and sex.

This current issue has an interview with actress Juliette Lewis, Swedish singer Lykki Li and a photo spread of porn star Jesse Jane, plus some art music/reviews.

Review: S Magazine #9

Stencil Art - Argentina (Buenos Aires)

from: http://www.cambsas.blogspot.com/ (all photo credit)

I am a big fan of street art, my brother was/is a famed graffiti artist of Melbourne (Australia) and I like stencil art. It all mergers together: graffiti, the modern, the decay and imprint of the ambiguous. There is something exciting and striking about an image that has been improvised (it's not supposed to be there) onto a building or structure, but it is now part of the building/structure. I like that.

Anyway there is a club in Buenos Ares I don't know the name but apparently it's facade is covered in stencil/graffiti art. You know the name? Send me an email

Above is a stencil art from the streets of Buenos Aires Argentina

MEC.RESEARCH mini reviews (update 2)

Crappy politicians and crappy celebrities = uninspiring and banal.

Mec.research store



Crossed #9
Garth Ennis who is one of the most prolific and intense comic book writers hits us with this depressive 'future'. Jacen Burrows emotive comic art is absolutely top notch. A twist on the zombie theme, but worst...



Averna (Appertiff)
Italian herbal alcoholic drunk pre dinner, hence the term Apertiff. It's is sweet, tasty and alcoholic. Good with pasta (obviously), dips/breads/biscuits.



Patron Reposado (Tequila)
Excellent tequila, it's got some hype but it isn't cheap. Very good, smooth with a full flavour. Hand made glass decanter.


1880 Blanco (Tequila)
Not bad, slight sweetness the Agave taste is there. No complaints. Good to have in your bar selection to compare against other Blanco's.

Exclusive furniture is hard to order (internationally)

I really like designer furniture and aspects of it's exclusivity. But maybe it's too exclusive and expensive for it's own good. Trying to order some of this 'expensive' furniture is problematic. Most stores are US based with third party ordering companies, quite bizarre actually with third party included costs on top of the shop of origin costs. For me (using the third party shipping service as an example) some of these furniture companies are not very good businesses especially at a time when the US is facing a terrible recession. Which in all retrospect will become worst (you can thank Obama's rapid fire spending for consumption i.e massive deficits, high taxes and eventual inflation). You would think that some of these exclusive furniture companies would open up their market to resell back internationally (yes they are importers to the US, but Asian markets would still buy), they don't. Saks 5th avenue set up an international order services last year which was a great idea and a handful of others have also done the same.

So in summary the artists, designers and shops that make some of this furniture are daggy motherfuckers, business sense is probably quite crappy; yet they make and some cool stuff, a piece here and there that might make your home/unit look interesting. But try ordering this 'exclusive' furniture and the ordering process kills your motivation (well at least mine, it aint cheap!). It makes me makes think they live in a exclusive (design) bubble that makes no business sense.

I hope Amazon (a good company) wipes these complacent shit dumps of fucking businesses off the planet and some kid picks up a Moroso chair (for $100.00) from the fire-sales.

The Producers (1968) - Audition scene

A hippie by the name of LSD with a Any Warhol 'soup can' necklace auditions for the part as Hitler.
From the Mel Brooks movie "The Producers" (1968)

"that's my Hitler!"

I laughed so much I nearly had a heart attack.

Metal Magazine #19 is out

Go check it...

A warm Friday night...

Half of glass of Agavero Tequila (mini review coming), Yeah Yeah Yeahs playing in the background (faintly) and you baby...a pure love affair.

What Do Women Want? NY Times article

A fantastic article written for the New York times in relation to female desire, which in all retrospective (even in our contemporary society) is still a taboo; a riddle of complexities and confusion. But hot damn! what a great subject, read on (New York Times Jan 2009 please click here for full article):

"Meredith Chivers is a creator of bonobo pornography. She is a 36-year-old psychology professor at Queen’s University in the small city of Kingston, Ontario, a highly regarded scientist and a member of the editorial board of the world’s leading journal of sexual research, Archives of Sexual Behavior. The bonobo film was part of a series of related experiments she has carried out over the past several years. She found footage of bonobos, a species of ape, as they mated, and then, because the accompanying sounds were dull — “bonobos don’t seem to make much noise in sex,” she told me, “though the females give a kind of pleasure grin and make chirpy sounds” — she dubbed in some animated chimpanzee hooting and screeching. She showed the short movie to men and women, straight and gay. To the same subjects, she also showed clips of heterosexual sex, male and female homosexual sex, a man masturbating, a woman masturbating, a chiseled man walking naked on a beach and a well-toned woman doing calisthenics in the nude.

While the subjects watched on a computer screen, Chivers, who favors high boots and fashionable rectangular glasses, measured their arousal in two ways, objectively and subjectively. The participants sat in a brown leatherette La-Z-Boy chair in her small lab at the Center for Addiction and Mental Health, a prestigious psychiatric teaching hospital affiliated with the University of Toronto, where Chivers was a postdoctoral fellow and where I first talked with her about her research a few years ago. The genitals of the volunteers were connected to plethysmographs — for the men, an apparatus that fits over the penis and gauges its swelling; for the women, a little plastic probe that sits in the vagina and, by bouncing light off the vaginal walls, measures genital blood flow. An engorgement of blood spurs a lubricating process called vaginal transudation: the seeping of moisture through the walls. The participants were also given a keypad so that they could rate how aroused they felt.

The men, on average, responded genitally in what Chivers terms “category specific” ways. Males who identified themselves as straight swelled while gazing at heterosexual or lesbian sex and while watching the masturbating and exercising women. They were mostly unmoved when the screen displayed only men. Gay males were aroused in the opposite categorical pattern. Any expectation that the animal sex would speak to something primitive within the men seemed to be mistaken; neither straights nor gays were stirred by the bonobos. And for the male participants, the subjective ratings on the keypad matched the readings of the plethysmograph. The men’s minds and genitals were in agreement.

All was different with the women. No matter what their self-proclaimed sexual orientation, they showed, on the whole, strong and swift genital arousal when the screen offered men with men, women with women and women with men. They responded objectively much more to the exercising woman than to the strolling man, and their blood flow rose quickly — and markedly, though to a lesser degree than during all the human scenes except the footage of the ambling, strapping man — as they watched the apes. And with the women, especially the straight women, mind and genitals seemed scarcely to belong to the same person. The readings from the plethysmograph and the keypad weren’t in much accord. During shots of lesbian coupling, heterosexual women reported less excitement than their vaginas indicated; watching gay men, they reported a great deal less; and viewing heterosexual intercourse, they reported much more. Among the lesbian volunteers, the two readings converged when women appeared on the screen. But when the films featured only men, the lesbians reported less engagement than the plethysmograph recorded. Whether straight or gay, the women claimed almost no arousal whatsoever while staring at the bonobos"