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It's been exactly a year since I first started writing for the Escapement Room. I used to do a post every week or so. But eventually that died down to maybe once a month. I'm a relatively new collector. I don't have a lot to say about watches. Mostly I wrote about my preferences and… Continue reading A Year Trapped in the Escapement Room: Heritage, History–and since We’re Alliterating–Hyping Horology
If you've been following my watch enthusiast journey on WatchCrunch (sue me, Greg š) for any significant length of time, you are likely aware that I have a good number of watches. Presently, I have 24 watches in a wearable condition (working, keeps reasonable time & has a strap or bracelet). Yes, this is sort… Continue reading The Road to 10 Watches
In a few hours I turn 49. Not a milestone but a year closer to the big five-o. I canāt help but feel that the best my sad life has to offer is behind me. There are no more mountains to climb, no new adventures to chart. Not that I ever climbed any mountains or… Continue reading Another Year Older
Friday saw the beginning of the end of my high-school career. It's funny how, for ten months now, I have been expecting and looking forward to this moment. I am still a high-schooler until November 25th; thereafter, I am changing my name, address and frankly anything else tying me to the last eighteen years of… Continue reading Amidst ink and blood
Don't give away time, you may never get it back. I can't help but think about this statement today. I just came back from a wake where I spent an entire day lamenting death. There was a death in the family and I am thoughtful. The wife of my step-uncle passed away on Tuesday night.… Continue reading Memento Mori
I feel a bit like Cassandra. It is not so much that no one listens to my prophecies, it is just that they donāt help me much in navigating life. Recently, the Netflix short run series KAOS had a good turn at an updated Cassandra in the person of actress Billie Piper. Ms. Piper has… Continue reading Enjoy Every Sandwich
I don't have a Patek Philippe Golden Ellipse. I want one. But I don't have the money for something like that. Nor, unless I win the lottery (and what's the probability of that ever happening?), I probably never will. It retails for above 62,000 USD, which is considerably more than what I earn in a… Continue reading Perfect is the Enemy of the Good, Or Compromise is not a Dirty Word
Before watches, there were comicbooks. Thus, much of my collecting behavior is informed by the lessons I learned collecting comics in the past. Of course, everything is different. But everything is the same. Neil Gaiman: āOmnia Mutantur, Nihil Interit. 'Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost.ā It may come as a shock to watch collectors… Continue reading Ya Basic!
I sometimes worry that Iām no longer living. Iām alive, yes, but in a zombie-state wherein I walk around, breathing, eating but not really living. I want to be in the moment. But that is so much harder than it purports to be. I walk around, in the middle of the day, going through moments… Continue reading I Dream of Having Only One Watch, Interlude: Trudging Slowly
The one-watch collectionāas contradictory as it soundsāis a dream Iāve been nurturing in my head over the past couple of months. It's a lofty dream. Those in the watch community might even call it an impossibility, again given the oxymoronic concept of having just one thing in a collection.Ā To those whoāve already forgotten their… Continue reading I Dream of a One-Watch Collection, Part One: The Why
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