A canned water company fronted by Aquaman himself, Jason Momoa. IT HITS. I’ve never seen it in the wild aside from at The Bowery, where it’s the complimentary in-room water. Mere minutes after cracking my first can, I found myself ordering a case on Mananalu’s poorly designed website… and I never looked back. The somewhat dated looking packaging is soothing; a soft cool palette with a moon captioned “PURE.”I want to note that my senses aren’t being tricked by the canned element. The primary canned competitor, Liquid Death, is completely mediocre. It honestly sucks. But Mananalu doesn’t suck. It rocks!
My friend Richard Turley turned me onto this book in April or so. I’ve been reading it in correlation to whatever the day is. I’m grounded enough in reality to know that next to This Legend, I’m a drop in the bucket. BUT— I am delusional enough to think that in diligently reading his diary, I am able to channel the spirit and the honor with which he lives and creates. My other main takeaways have been that he loves porn and big tits. (Nice.)
(This recommendation is to serve concurrently with the Eno diary.) If the Eno diary has transcended me to new levels of poise, virtue, and duty, then the Smythson has launched me into a world of interminable productivity. To see all the things I must do, delicately noted on gilt-edged featherlight paper— how could I not succeed in these tasks? I cannot let this gorgeous notebook down.They make great gifts. A bit of a splurge, but if you really love someone and want to see them succeed then you’ll make it work. You will pay extra to personalize the cover with both their initials and zodiac motif. I use the Chelsea.
I’m crazy about the Tank. I believe that it’s the Great American Culture Unifier. It brings people closer than sports, because rather than dividing people regionally, it’s based on One Team, One Love. A diversified cast of characters with a crush for everyone. Me? I’m a Rob girl. my friend Dasha, she loves Mr. Wonderful. every guy I know is a Barb Boy. Some like Lori. But most want to kiss Barb. I see myself in Mark, especially when he blankly stares at nothing for extended periods of time.My admiration and infatuation doesn’t stop when the TV turns off. It emanates strongly into my daily work life. For the duration of 2021, I have conducted myself like Mr. Wonderful/Kevin in every business disagreement. This aggressive approach has only served me favorably. Discounts, profuse apologies, royalty promises. I will always continue to hone the skills I learned from Mr. Wonderful because I’ve got the bug… The bug for business.
I love the handfeel of these things. Glocks are fun because of all the modding you can do. It’s the same indescribable, joyful feeling one gets as a child from Build-a-Bear. I’ve changed out almost everything— My only original pieces are the slide stop and the frame. I have a Rival Arms slide with a Trijicon red dot, streamlight with a green laser, and the whole thing is cerakoted in armor black with British racing green on the trigger. I don’t get to play with it very often because it’s kept out west, where it’s SAFELY LOCKED UP not too far from the Pacific Ocean, at its registered address. But whenever I do get out west… boy, o boy. u know u can find me mag dumping at dinner plates like Bond on Blofeld.
I’m reluctant to make a skincare recommendation cuz skincare is so boring to read about, so I’ll try to keep it concise: This stuff is wild. It requires no water (unusual for a cleanser!) You just squirt a load onto your fingers, apply to the face, and gently pat it off. Or aggressively rub it off. It’s really as you wish :)