Watch Obsession, Part 2: Get Onto My Wrist Yes, I worked a reference to a 1681 poem by Andrew Marvell into my title. So you can bet this post is going to get full-on aspirational before you can whisper, reverently, "Rolex." So let's dial it back a few notches and talk about the first watch... Continue Reading →
Dadtritus Alert: Two Dozen Ballcaps Cue the Jeff Foxworthy voice: If you've got more than zero ballcaps imprinted with the name of a resort or vacation destination, and you consider these nice enough to go out to a restaurant in... yoooooouuuuu might be suffering from dadtritus. If you've got your ballcaps separated into sweat-stained-lawnmowing caps... Continue Reading →
Watch Me Now: Developing an Appreciation for Timepieces Blame it all on me forgetting to bring my Fitbit charger to China. During a week's business trip to Beijing earlier this year, by day three the well-worn wrist computer had gone dark and I spent the next few days gazing, expectantly, at the mole at the... Continue Reading →
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