Sufficiency

I was watching this podcast, and one of the statements (made at about the 41-minute mark) resonated with me.  It was this:

“For me, cars and watches are a similar thing, because at a very early accessible price point, they both fulfill their brief.  So telling the time and getting from A to B, happens with an Apple watch and a Dacia Sandero.  If you’re concerned about the functionality of a car, anything after that is led by the heart.”  [And the ego.]

It’s been a constant struggle for me and I think, for many.

I know I’m always going on about luxury stuff, and I think almost every argument on this website has revolved around where your own limits are on the price : quality scale — because in almost every case, we’ve established the functionality of the thing early on.

Hence cars:  functionality is achieved with, say, a Honda Civic.  Then, if you want a little more speed to go with your functionality, you move on to the excellent Civic Si or even to the Civic R.  But you also have a desire for a little more luxury than a standard Honda’s offering, so you look at… an Acura Integra Model S?  (Same car as the Civic, more or less the same performance, but with a tad more luxury and a higher price point.)  But come on, you say, an Acura?  Why not (say) a Mercedes CLA 35 AMG at pretty much the same price point, but with Merc luxury (better than any Acura’s)?  (Here’s a comparison.)  And then on and on you go, until you start getting serious about all those things that make your parts tingle until you end up looking at stupid money for a product that is completely over the top by any standards (hello Ferrari or similar).  (And in SUVs, you start off with a Toyota RAV4 and end up with a Maybach 600.)

Then watches.  Functionality is simple:  Casio F91-W ($30).  Okay, you don’t want a digital watch, so a more manly Invicta Pro Diver ($60).  You all know where this is going:  up the scale with Timex, Tissot, Seiko, Grand Seiko, Longines, Omega… until you get to Rolex, Ulysse Nardin, Audemars Piguet and thence to the stratosphere where you can spend literally hundreds of thousands of dollars… on a watch that is functionally little better than that Casio, Invicta or Timex.

With watches, I have my Tissot Heritage and I really don’t feel the need for any other.  Maybe if I had some budget I’d consider a Longines Master or even an Omega Railmaster (which makes me tingle, bigly) but beyond that it’s more ego than I care to indulge myself.  Unless I went all eclectic on y’all.  As with cars with manual transmissions, my timepiece choices are somewhat narrowed by my insistence on manually-wound actions, but there ya go.

Of course, there are guns.  Confining ourselves to double-barrel over/under shotguns, we start off with Gforce (never heard of them) for under $400, and while this may be a piece of junk — not judging, just acknowledging that to produce this kind of gun at that particular price point, compromises must be made — there’s no doubt that it’s at least a Timex shotgun, so to speak.  Then I guess you’d go on to the Turkish-made CZ Drake, then up the food chain to Browning CynergyBeretta Silver Pigeon, Rizzini BR110… and we all know where this ends, don’t we?

I have to confess that my mood swings wildly when it comes to this stuff.  On the one hand, I’m perfectly comfortable driving my 150,000-mile Tiguan.  But if I had to get a new car and had any kind of budget, given my circumstances, I’d probably consider that Honda Si (decent reliability, performance and above all, manual transmission).  After that, I’d need more budget, maybe a great deal more budget to get a car I’d really like to drive for pretty much the rest of my life.  While I’m not really brand-conscious (in terms of impressing others), I’d rather drive something that has some kind of heritage — but forget the boutique stuff like Ferrari, no matter how much budget I have.  And whatever, it has to have a stick shift.

I’m pretty sure you all know where I stand on guns.  I carry either Springfield or Colt 1911s, wouldn’t dream of carrying a Nighthawk or Ed Brown 1911, hate plastic guns of any caliber, and prefer shooting revolvers anyway.  And that’s just handguns.  Rifles?  I’m a Mauser man — actual Mausers as opposed to John Rigby’s exotic Mausers — and while I might be tempted on occasion to look at a custom rifle (purely based on its appearance), I’m just as happy shooting a .30-30 lever action.  And finally, when it comes to shotguns I prefer the old-fashioned — that is to say, side-by-side barrels and double triggers — and regard pump-actions as I would hammers or drills:  pure tools, nothing more.

Lifestyle choices:  budgets, compromises, ego, practicality, dreams… we all have them.

Policy Change

I think most Readers have enjoyed the occasional tottypic and pics of old movie stars that have appeared on these pages over the years.

However, these many years have also seen me in a constant battle with the legal copyright hucksters, who have hounded me over the (inadvertent) abridgement of their clients’ copyright (or so they claim — I’ve never seen any actual proof that they do indeed represent said photographers).  All this despite the obvious fact that I’m not using the pics to make a buck.

As I once tried to explain to one of these cocksuckers:  if I were using these “copyrighted” pics to make, say, a coffee table book — in other words, as part of a commercial venture — then I’d indeed either take the pics out or pay some kind of royalty fee.

I write novels, so I know exactly that works.

Over the years, I’ve also had various of my essays pilfered and posted in toto on some forum, blog or website — think Pussification and Let Africa Sink, among several — and my response was not to Go To The Lawyers, but just to write to the said pilferers and ask them to take it down.  Some did, some didn’t.

So I know how that goes.

But in my advanced age, I’m sick of it all:  the hectoring letters, the threats to take me to court, all the usual bullshit lawyers throw at you when they want to compel you to do something or stop doing something.  It’s gone on for long enough, and frankly, the game is no longer worth the candle.

They’ve won.

After this weekend, there will no longer be any pics on this website unless I took them myself, or pics of guns or cars — which strangely, nobody seems to care about.

No Classic Beauties, no random totty, no links to newspaper reports of the activities of these creatures, nothing.  It’s been fun, harmless fun, but now it’s over.

And the assholes at Copytrack (a German company) and Higsby and Associates (a California company) can go and fuck themselves.

News Summary


...let’s hear it for the Serbs:  classy as always.


...next thing you know, he’ll be wanting to exclude them from voting, the racist bastard.


...like anyone should care what this self-aggrandizing little turd does with his worthless life.


...can’t imagine why anyone would be fixated on this ghastly woman, but there’s no accounting for taste, is there?


...I think they just got lazy and re-published their warning from the 1970s.


...it’s always good to have a priceless historical artifact reduced to an exercise in cock counting.  Next up:  a count of “going in unto” (i.e. shagging) mentions in the Old Testament.


...wave goodbye to that little revenue stream, BritGov.  I’m just surprised it took him so long to say so long.


...let’s face it, the man is a god.


...probably easier than just deporting all Muslims, but it’s their party after all.


...I would be extremely surprised if the combined IQs of these two debaters rose as high as 60.


...as always, the old “putting the merchandise in the window” saying comes to mind.  However, let’s examine the evidence:

 

And not all the weight gain went to her superstructure, either:

I should point out that this totty’s latest album is entitled Dirty Blonde, which seems about right.

And that’s the news.

Worthy Substitute

Hmmmm… for about the cost of a new Honda SUV, you could have this beast instead:

1965 Chevrolet Biscayne Station Wagon

Lemme see:  a bench seat, four-on-the-floor, that fine Chevelle 402 engine, a tow hitch and a bobbing head thingy on the dashboard…

Are you kidding me?

Yeah I know, the Biscayne (in all its incarnations) handles like a barge, uses gasoline faster than you can throw it out the window in 5-gallon cans, and has steering that can charitably be called “vague”;  to mention just some of the objections that will be hurled at me in Comments, no doubt.

Don’t care about any of that.  It’s frigging wonderful:  a vision of mid-60s excess, a manly (family-manly?) vehicle that today would stop traffic (for all sorts of reasons) as I went about my daily business of chugging around north Texas as I visit the range, the supermarket and local bookstores.  And I do believe it has space to carry all my guns to a Schutzenfest — in itself, no small thing to be sure.

Maybe it’s a Good Thing that I didn’t win the lottery last Wednesday night [sob], because otherwise I’d be talking to a guy in Yucaipa CA right at this very moment.

Different Kind Of Island

Following on from yesterday’s post about that island off Miami, here’s an alternative:

As a former city boy, I have to say that I wouldn’t be averse to this kind of setup — just not in NYfC.  The thought of restaurants and stores being just an elevator ride away… yeah, I could do it.

And as for the inevitable “privacy” complaints:  acceptance of its loss is just part of the compromise one makes when deciding to live downtown.