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QUOTE(ryyannon @ Jul 16 2006, 06:10 PM) Please clean it up fast before I add my two cents to what these jerks have said. By pooling their collective intellectual assets, that should give them an I.Q. of just about three. ---------------------------------- I think you've misunderstood one or two things here, amigo :-)

Despite being (or perhaps because of being) the OP of this one, I totally agree with you on this, C-Stone.

Please clean it up fast before I add my two cents to what these jerks have said. By pooling their collective intellectual assets, that should give them an I.Q. of just about three.

Yeah, just like TTK said! A gentleman and a scholar....even speaks Yiddish... He's da man....a bit height-challenged, but still a stand-up guy!

Here's the email address of their consumer services dept: servizio.consumatori@paglierisellsystem.com I can easily see Clive as "Sole UK Distributor, by Appointment to Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II & General Purveyor to RWG Watchstrap Junkies."

Sorry if I've outed somebody's avatar, but this was too good not to post: http://www.snopes.com/photos/people/peppers.asp Cheer up, Mahler (and count your blessings)

Zidane and Mahler have something in common...

Good news. Congratulations!

That 1/1 Folex ranks right up there with Nanuq's faxable WristWrapWatch in the annals of RWG crasiness...

The watch is a little on the small side :-) but the strap really looks great! Thick, rich leather, beautiful patina (who made it?) - complements the functional look of the piece nicely. Excellent idea. It's also nice to see you and your avatar - certainly one of the funniest - back again...

Sounds fake to me.

It's a forum....with certain written and unwritten rules of communication...it's easy to cross the line without being aware of it...it's not what one says, but the manner in which one says it....when you state that 'it would fool no one', what does that say about the people who just bought it? It's all minor, but there are ways of saying and not saying things here...sometimes you have to learn it the hard way....some people never learn at all and leave, or are asked to leave.... Exchanges like these are all part of the learning curve - please don't feel that I'm being condenscending or offering unsollicited lessons, since I'm sure that I've nothing to teach you concerning communication with others.

bad image for France; does not bode at all well for the future of the country, both internally and internationally....

QUOTE(cosmosblau @ Jul 10 2006, 01:52 AM) Yes. This watch fools no one. Have to agree with fkhill33 on this...there's a big difference between pointing out differences and just aimlessly slamming a replica - particularly one which has just made a quantum-jump (engraved movement) in membership interest and cosmetic quality. The FA Jones is one of the nicest pieces to come down the line in quite a while - as well as being a tangible expression of the fact that reps can and do improve. Most of us do not purchase these watches to 'fool' people, and I'm sure that none of the members who bought this one did so imagining that it was a 1:1 replica, or with the objective of eventually claiming it that it is genuine. We're past that, even if you seem not to be, cosmosblau.

"Iwc Fa Jones + Decorated Back From Eddie, OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG" Looks like we've come full circle here. Next?

Hi Halley! How's the job with LVMH going? Psst: wanna buy a watch? Maybe a monogram Vuitton bag?

In all writing, as in genuine watches, perfection or imperfection is often in the eye of the beholder....

Everything looking good there, including the strap. Did it come with River's watch? I'm looking for something just like it for a vintage - let me know if you ever replace it: I'd probably be interested in buying it from you.

The magical world of Fernando Pessoa by Gary Lachman [ strangeness - january 04 ] Until relatively recently, the work of the Portuguese poet Fernando Pessoa was little known, but in the last few years he's been rediscovered by several critics, mostly on the strength of various translations of his Livro do Desassossego or Book of Disquiet, a collection of unfinished angst-ridden texts found in a trunk after Pessoa's death. The fragmentary nature of these writings - jotted on scraps of paper, the backs of envelopes, the reverse side of other manuscripts and other odd places - makes Pessoa a prime postmodern figure, and the trunk, whose contents are still being catalogued (it contained some 25,000 items) has taken on the same mythical character as the valise Walter Benjamin carried on his fateful escape from Vichy France. [1] Pessoa's posthumous celebrity, like Benjamin's, is founded in many ways as much upon his life as upon his work. In Benjamin's case, his life embodies the myth of the Jewish intellectual on the run from the Nazis. In Pessoa's the story is less political; he embodies the disjointed, fractured postmodern ethos not only in his work, but in his very psyche. Fernando Pessoa was born in Lisbon in 1888 and aside from his childhood and adolescence spent in Durban, South Africa, upon his return to Lisbon in 1905, he never left the city again. After his father died from tuberculosis when Fernando was five his mother soon remarried, and her husband received a post at Durban as the Portuguese consul. Educated at an English high school, Pessoa proved a precocious child and brilliant student, and his early schooling instilled a lifelong love for England and English literature. In later years he took to behaving and dressing with "British restraint", and The Pickwick Papers was, he said, his constant companion. His command of English (also French) was impeccable, if eccentric, and his first published books were collections of his English poems. As his translator John Griffin remarks, these are of little interest poetically and they received courteous but unenthusiastic reviews from The Times and Glasgow Herald. Although he published articles and poems in several literary magazines, aside from his English efforts, the only other book of Pessoa's to be published in his lifetime would appear in 1934, the year before he died. Mensagem (Message) is an extended esoteric poem arguing for the return of Dom Sebastião, Portugal's King Arthur, and for Portugal's pre-eminence in a coming Fifth Empire of the spirit. Espousing Pessoa's peculiarly mystical patriotism, the book received a consolation prize in a national competition. This was a late and slightly backhanded recognition of Pessoa's genius, something that, as often happens, would only become common knowledge after the poet's death. Supporting himself as a freelance translator of English and French correspondence for several commercial firms, after a lonely, solitary life, spent in relatives' houses or in rented rooms, Pessoa, who more than likely remained a virgin, died in 1935 from acute hepatitis brought on by heavy drinking. Pessoa's poetry is aptly described as the central work of Portuguese modernism, and for this alone he deserves his belated recognition. But Pessoa wrote more than poems. His legendary trunk contained a wealth of miscellaneous writings on philosophy, sociology, history, literary criticism, as well as short stories, plays, treatises on astrology and a variety of autobiographical reflections. But in addition to the usual material produced by a writer, Pessoa is unique in that he also wrote other writers and poets. These he called heteronyms, coining the term to distinguish it from the common pseudonym. Pessoa was not simply writing poems and prose under a different name: the various heteronyms he created were individuals with their own history, biography, personal characteristics and unmistakable literary style. For a solitary individual, living alone in small rooms, to occasionally talk to himself seems not unusual. In Pessoa's case, what began as a childhood game of having conversations with imaginary characters [2] - "nonexistent acquaintances," he called them - became in later years an obsession with depersonalization and the fracturing of the self. Indeed, Pessoa's grip on his own self was so tenuous that at one point he took to writing to his old teachers and schoolmates in Durban, posing as the psychiatrist Faustino Antunes, asking for their opinion on the mental state of his patient, Fernando Pessoa who, depending on the letter, had either committed suicide or was under restraint at an asylum. Having no idea who he was, Pessoa hoped to gain some insight from those who knew him. Pessoa lived with a constant fear of madness. At the age of 20 he wrote that "One of my mental complications - horrible beyond words - is a fear of insanity, which itself is insanity." [3] This fear was complicated by an equally distressing inability to act. "I suffer - on the very limit of madness, I swear it - as if I could do all and was unable to do it, by deficiency of will." [4] Pessoa was one of the most costive of writers: his inexhaustible trunk, filled with the plans of hundreds of uncompleted projects, is testament to this. This "purely negative" characteristic, as he called it, was complemented by an interior world seemingly without ballast. In a "Personal Note" for 1910, Pessoa announced that "I am now in possession of the fundamental laws of literary art." Neither Shakespeare nor Milton had anything left to teach him. In consequence of this "My intellect has attained a pliancy and a reach that enable me to assume any emotion I desire and enter at will into any state of mind." Yet this easy command of interior states came at a price. "For that which it is ever an anguish and an effort to strive for, completeness, no book at all can be an aid." [5] Given this imbalance between an inability to do and a fluctuating sense of self, it's small wonder that Pessoa would compensate for this by inventing - if that's the correct word - an altogether straightforward, absolutely uncomplicated and unselfconscious alter ego. In a letter to the editor A. Casais Monteiro, Pessoa explained how his heteronyms came about. In 1912, after an unsuccessful attempt at writing "pagan poems" Pessoa was nevertheless left with a vague idea of their author. This was not himself, but Ricardo Reis, a epicurean classicist who was the urbane, sophisticated disciple of yet another invented poet, Alberto Caeiro. [6] Caeiro arrived after Pessoa tried, again unsuccessfully, to invent a kind of nature poet. As Pessoa writes: "On the day when I finally desisted - it was the 8th of March, 1914 - I went over to a high desk and, taking a sheet of paper, began to write, standing, as I always write when I can.And I wrote thirty-odd poems straight off, in a kind of ecstasy whose nature I cannot define. It was the triumphal day of my life, and I shall never have another like it. I started with a title - 'The Keeper of Sheep'. And what followed was the apparition of somebody in me, to whom I at once gave the name Alberto Caeiro. Forgive me the absurdity of the phrase: my master had appeared in me. This was the immediate sensation I had." [7] Other heteronyms and poems followed soon after: the aforementioned Ricardo Reis; the futurist Álvaro de Campos (both, like Pessoa himself, disciples of Caeiro); Alexander Search, Admin Crosse and Charles Robert Anon, all Englishmen; Jean Seul, a Frenchman; the astrologer Rapahael Baldaya; the Baron of Teive (like Pessoa, unable to finish anything, except his own life when he committed suicide); the pagan António Mora; Bernardo Soares, ostensible author of the interminable Book of Disquiet, and many more. Although new heteronyms continue to emerge, the central cast is made up of Caeiro, Reis, de Campos and Soares, with occasional appearances by Pessoa himself. Caeiro, who as a bucolic poet of sheer immediacy was the polar opposite of Pessoa, espoused a philosophy of complete unreflectiveness, a Portuguese variant of Zen satori. [8] "My mysticism is not to try to know/It is to live and not think about it" Pessoa's master wrote, something Pessoa himself found impossible to do. This Zen quality led the Catholic monk Admin Merton to translate some of Caeiro/Pessoa's verse and show them to the Buddhist scholar DT Suzuki. Even without Pessoa's occult interests, which we will examine shortly, his account of the appearance of Alberto Caeiro is enough to suggest something paranormal. 'Ecstasy', 'apparition', 'master': all three suggest something along the lines of possession, mediumship and Madame Blavatsky's spiritual guides, although Pessoa himself was critical of theosophy and was even advised during a session of automatic writing to "Read no more theosophical books." (His heteronym Raphael Baldaya attacked Blavatsky savagely in a predictably unfinished essay.) Although in the next decade surrealists like André Breton, Philippe Soupault, and Robert Desnos all practised automatic writing - and Breton himself was a reader of Eliphas Levi and other occult writers - their interest in it was in a sense more political than occult, or even poetic, seeking, as it were, an open avenue to the 'repressed' unconscious. Pessoa, however, for a time at least took the practice seriously, influenced in this by his Aunt Anica, a devoted student of the occult, with whom he lived between 1912 and 1914. Between 1916 and 1917, Pessoa engaged in a series of automatic writing sessions, making contact with several intelligences: Henry More, the Cambridge Platonist, a character named Wardour and a dark figure called the Voodooist. While interesting biographically, Pessoa's automatic writings - accomplished sometimes with a planchette - lack the inspiration of his heteronymic efforts; most of them are encouragements to lose his virginity (sadly ineffective) and admonitions about his habit of masturbation. "Very soon you will know what you have courage for - namely, for mating with a girl," Henry More informed him. "You masturbator! You masochist! You man without manhood!... You man without a man's [censored]!" another astral interlocutor opined. [9] On other occasions these sessions produced a variety of occult signs and symbols, Masonic and kabbalistic insignia whose meaning troubled Pessoa. Along with automatic writing, Pessoa developed other occult skills. Writing to his Aunt Anica in June 1916, Pessoa informed her that, along with becoming a medium, he had developed other paranormal powers. One of these was a kind of telepathy. When his great friend Mário De Sá-Carneiro was in Paris, going through the emotional crisis that led to his suicide at 26 - downing several vials of strychnine - Pessoa, he told his aunt, felt Sá-Carneiro's anguish there, in Lisbon, being overwhelmed by a sudden depression. But his great achievement was the development of 'etheric vision.' "There are moments," he told his aunt: "when I have sudden flashes of 'etheric vision' and can see certain people's 'magnetic auras' and especially my own, reflected in the mirror, and radiating from my hands in the dark. In one of my best moments of etheric vision... I saw someone's ribs through his coat and skin... My 'astral vision' is still very basic, but sometimes, at night, I close my eyes and see a swift succession of small and sharply defined pictures... I see strange shapes, designs, symbolic signs, numbers... " [10] Like Gérard de Nerval, Pessoa had an interest in occult history and was fascinated by secret societies and organizations. One form this took was an attack on the Salazar government's proposed ban on freemasonry; in the Diário de Lisboa for 4 February 1935, Pessoa published an article on "Secret Associations," defending freemasonry and, by association, other occult societies. In Pessoa's occult history of the world, freemasonry was the contemporary embodiment of a mystical dissension that began in ancient times with the Gnostics. A lifelong opponent of Christianity, Pessoa saw the "Gnostic heresy" surface at different periods in history, appearing as the kabbalists of 12th century Spain, the Knights of Malta, the Knights Templar, the Rosicrucians, the alchemists, and, in most recent times, freemasonry. Rosicrucianism, however, was perhaps his favourite branch of this esoteric tree. In "At the Tomb of Christian Rosencreuz" Pessoa wrote that: "God is the Man of another God, greater: Supreme Adam, He also had His Fall; He also, just as He was our Creator, Was created, and to Him the Truth died... The Abyss, His Spirit, bans it Him from the far side; Here, in the World His Body, there's none at all." [11] Although there is no traceable connection between the Gnostics and the Rosicrucians - several centuries separate them in time - Pessoa associated the Gnostic idea of the fallen world and the demi-urge responsible for it, with the 17th century followers of Christian Rosencreuz. Although Pessoa did know a few people who shared his occult interests, most of his contact with other occultists was via correspondence. Of these, the most celebrated was Aleister Crowley. In recent times, the extent to which Pessoa read Crowley and actually modelled his own ideas about secret societies on accounts of Crowley's own groups, has become the subject of historical research. [12] Pessoa first made contact with Crowley when he wrote to the Great Beast, pointing out an error in the natal horoscope published in Crowley's notorious Confessions (Pessoa was a keen astrologer and at one point considered pursuing the craft professionally). Crowley replied and the two poets exchanged letters and writings; Pessoa even translated Crowley's "Hymn to Pan" into Portuguese. In September 1930, Crowley arrived in Lisbon, with his current Scarlet Woman. The couple quarrelled and Crowley's girlfriend left the country, leaving a deflated Great Beast behind. Crowley then enlisted Pessoa's aid in faking a suicide. Leaving a forlorn lover's note at the Boca do Inferno (Mouth of Hell) - a treacherous rock formation on the coast west of Lisbon - Crowley implied that he had taken his own life by leaping into the sea. Pessoa explained to the Lisbon papers the meaning of the various magical signs and symbols that adorned Crowley's suicide note, and added the fact that he had actually seen Crowley's ghost the following day. Crowley had in fact left Portugal via Spain, and enjoyed the reports of his death in the newspapers; he finally appeared weeks later at an exhibition of his paintings in Berlin. Given Pessoa's frail ego, it was more than likely a blessing that his association with the Beast was brief. What Pessoa actually believed is a difficult question. In the letter describing the birth of his heteronyms, he also enlarged on his occult ideas. " I believe in the existence of worlds higher than our own and in the existence of beings that inhabit these worlds," he wrote, and went on to say that he believed that "we can, according to the degree of our spiritual attunement, communicate with ever high beings." [13] But for Bernardo Soares, things are not so clear. "I spent frightful nights hunched over tomes by mystics and kabbalists which I never had the patience to read except intermittently... The rites and mysteries of the Rosicrucians, the symbolism of the Kabbalah and the Templars... all of this oppressed me for a long time." This led to an "almost physical loathing for secret things... secret societies, occult sciences... the pretension certain men have that, through their understandings with Gods or Masters or Demiurges, they and they alone know the great secrets on which the world is founded." But what really troubled the author of The Book of Disquiet is that all these mystic masters were such atrocious stylists. "When they write to communicate... their mysteries," he said, "[they] all write abominably. It offends my intelligence that a man can master the Devil without being able to master the Portuguese language." Yet Satanists alone are not at fault. "To have touched the feet of Christ," Soares tells us, "is no excuse for mistakes in punctuation." [14]

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TT, thanks for showing us uranus. it's nowhere as big as I imagined.... :-)

I'd say the same about Usil and his charming wife...both of whom arrived on a rather large but - like themselves - extremely civilized Harley Davidson. It's really a pleasure to go from the virtual to the real and meet the actual people behind the sigs and avatars. I know that there are a few more members in France (Halley comes to mind) and I'm looking forward to the day when we can meet. In the meantime, any members passing through are welcome to drop me a message....

robertinaustin, I probably have missed the point. For most people, I usually do. For me, the only point is that ancestral habitats are becoming unlivable for the people and the animals that inhabit them, and that the deregulation of the delicate planetary thermostat is accelerating - possibly into a totally unsteady (i.e, increasingly chaotic and irreversible) state. Whether this is because of Nanuq's snowmobile or cattle breaking wind on the Argentinian Pampas is beyond the workings of my feeble mind. On the other hand, I do know that if we converted massively to flex-fuel vehicles and alternative sources of energy tomorrow, I would breathe much better on the many days when the already-massive ozone and hydrocarbon pollution hits Level Red in the five-hundred square mile area surronding my street in Paris. What part of breathing clean air don't I get?

The people who are in daily contact with the transformation (or not) of the climate are Nanuq's own neighbors, the Inuits. Everything all right by them?

ok, you've convinced me. The icecaps are not melting. The glaciers are not receeding. The crown of snow on Mt. Fuji is not turning into a slush cone. Same for Mt. Kilimajaro. It's all smoke and mirrors and Gore's people leading us down the primrose lane.