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ALO

New Zealand

(Gun for hire. Will work for money.)

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Moleskine, Lagavulin, ECCO.

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• They fly across paper

  Caran d'Ache

  10 March 2006

  I love my Caran d'Ache Neocolor crayons. I only regret it took to long for me to find them. Back in school, they'd give us these horrible wax crayons, made to make you believe you couldn't draw. Ever. They didn't smudge nor blend. They never came in good colours. Neocolor crayons do, and they fly across paper. Their beautiful colours melding with each-other, becoming new colours. And they draw better than I ever could.

• I love using it

  Moleskine

  20 July 2007

  I have a thing about paper. The smell, and feel and colour of it. I like paper a lot. My little Moleskine, where I draw badly, and note down funny things friends and people say, has perfect paper. Just a hint of yellow, which makes it easier for me to draw in it. You see, a Moleskine is that boy or girl you went to school with that was so out of your league, that there could never be a chance for you to live up to their beauty, or wit, or charm, or anything else they were or did that made it seem like you wouldn’t be able to say a word again. Even if I feel like I can never live up to the stylishness and smoothness of my notebook, I love using it. It was made to be used after all; it might as well be by me.

• I love my Baby

  Apple

  27 September 2007

  My Baby is old now. Arthritis has worked her spine for a while, but she is still going strong. Her memory is remarkably good considering all the strange things I have introduced her to, and how powerful some of those are too. She hardly ever crashes or freezes, or anything like that, even when I ask her to take care of two or three complicated tasks at once. I love my Baby. There has been others before her I’m not denying that. My coolest job ever had me playing with the very first edition of Photoshop, on my very first Macintosh Computer. Although the machine wasn’t really mine, I loved it as my own and it was a sad time when I had to leave it behind, and to move on. And there would be others…I even picked my college course largely because of the vast amounts of Macs they had for me to play with. The first to third years would get the iMacs, the final year students got the pleasure of kicking out the other years from the G4 suite, where we edited whatever we made in the darkness and cracked really bad jokes about the badness of daylight. Then I got my Baby, bless her, and I had her for a good while. One day, when I get rich, there will be a newer, shinier Mac waiting for me at home. Until then my laptop Baby will be better than any desktop PC. If she crashes she will continue to considerately put an auto-saved file of whatever I was doing somewhere, so I can find it again. I can’t be mad at her. When her metallic voice speaks out “It Is _Not_ My Fault…” all I can say is: “I know, Baby… I know. I gave you a bad command, and I’m sorry. Let’s try again.”

• Illy is the King Of Coffees

  Illy

  08 October 2007

  I remember when I was little and my mum would come home with freshly ground coffee from the shop. I loved to stick my nose into the bag and get a good smell. It smells like home, dark evenings, and something indescribably rich and good. But when I was given a sip of the black stuff, I could never understand why it didn’t taste as good as the odour it gave. I was twenty when I finally appreciated the flavour of coffee, and then I got introduced to the Italian way of steaming milk to bring out the creaminess, then pour it onto a shot of coffee, carefully so the crema ripples into beautiful patterns. And for me, Illy is the King Of Coffees. With its rounded body and hint of hazelnut it is irresistible to me, and if there is a café sporting the Illy brand, that’s where you’ll find me.

• I can taste it now

  Lagavulin

  14 March 2008

  Ah, for the West Coast of Scotland, the islands and the single malt they make there. It has been a few years since I was there but when a backpacking friend came to stay with me for a few days and a chat, the images from these places came back with full force. The landscape, both mainland and islands, are rugged, worn, sharp, dangerous and it IS magical, this landscape. I can feel the sea wind and smell the moors, all this way away. Smell and taste are usually the strong conductors for memories of home, childhood, anything that takes you back to somewhere else. Right now I have the opposite thing happening. This landscape and those islands come with a flavour. Lovely heart-warming, smokey single malt Lagavulin whiskey from the Isle of Islay. Oh, to be in a pub is the evening with a roaring fire and a shot of 12 year old Lagavulin! I can taste it now.

• ECCO is different

  ECCO

  23 October 2009

  (Int: living room, glasses of wine on the table)
  She: OMG! Look at that! We have the same feet!
  Me: Wow! I have never noticed that! LOL!
  She: LOL!
  Me: We’ve known each other for, eh..
  She: Four years! Look at that, they are the same shape. Foot twins!
  Me: Long and gnarly... I hate buying shoes. One size past where most lines stop…
  She: I have some shoes you must try on…
  Me: OMG! You MUST try these on! (Scuffles to the bedroom to get a box of cute, heeled shoes)
  Me: When I was little my mum would only get me foot formed shoes…
  She: Nooo! Me: …from ECCO.
  She: OMG NOOO!!!
  Me: Yeah… but ECCO is different, they got really cool designs now! And they are still comfy! Last time I went home to The Old Country, I saw these amazing ECCO boxer shoes in red, with black rubber flames coming up from the soles.
  She: Did you buy those? I don’t remember seeing them.
  Me: Nah, they were out of my size. End of season.
  She: Typical.
  Me: Yeah…
  She: But I guess you could order shoes from them, they must have a website? And then you could grab them at the beginning of the season?
  Me: Yeah! And I’d know the cool looking ones would always fit!
  She: Yeah!
  Me: So what were those shoes you were on about?
  She: Oh! Stilettos!
  Me: Ooooh!
  She: They don’t have those at ECCO.
  Me: No… They would have been comfy ‘tho.
  She: Yeah… (Etc etc, fade out.)
  The End