LEICA DIGILUX 2
i learned how to shoot photography on a thirty year old, fully manual SLR. it took some time but i came to know the three settings of import and how to manipulate them with some manner of competency. even after acquiring this knowledge, my approach to photography most resembled spraying buckshot in the air in the hope that it a few pellets (or pictures) will hit their mark.

when my first child was born i knew the development costs of my scattered style of photography would overwhelm our budget. it was here that i opted into my first digital camera. it was also here i learned that these shiny fancy-pantsed picture-makers did not lend themselves to my old-school methodologies. don't get me wrong, all these modern cameras take beautiful images, they just don't let you participate a whole lot which leaves me feeling more like the toady who carries the equipment around instead of the craftsmen responsible for the art.

given my neurosis, you can't imagine how elated i was when i saw this this barest of bones digital camera hit the streets. in a glance it appears to be a 60 year old camera and certainly possesses the operational simplicity of such, but it has fully digital guts which effortlessly interact with those three magic camera settings i've been so longing for. thanks brother leica.

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UNIVERSITY SWEATSHIRTS
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i'm amassing a collection of sweatshirts from every university in the world who rejected my application for enrollment. if you have one in mind, say from your very own alma mater and aren't sure if the school qualifies, let me help you out in advance; they do. because unless you attended tuck's school for the janitorial-minded, you'd be safe in guessing my enrollment status.

and, don't worry i have a relatively unused and spacious double closet ... i have an unused attic as well.

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BUSTER CHAIR
my ass has served me well. i mean it's always been there for me. in youth it shouldered a few spankings. in adolescence it absorbed some ill-advised rough-housing and back-yard sports. in young adulthood, while it may not have earned me any cat-calls, it also was never the sole purpose for anyone kicking me to the curb, although had that happened, i'm sure my ass would have stepped up and cushioned my fall from grace.

in its current adult state it has blossomed into a fine and full grown ass which continues to faithfully serve its master. i feel as though i owe this hard-working and crucial physical accouterment a fine piece of furniture it can call it's own. and i'm serious about this 'call it's own' business, because a chair this fine should get the benefit of being a one-ass matron.

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BOOKS, BOOKS, BOOKS
i have a dysfunctional relationship with my books. it mostly comes from being an only child, i theorize at least. you see in youth, i spent more time facing the open pages of a book than i did gazing in the eyes of a fellow human. through this imbalance came some sort of emotional transfer, meaning i identified my thoughts through the period it took to read the book, as experiential and therefore shared a bond with the text. as i aged and tried to (and was forced to) interact more with the speaking world, i learned my books were always more trustworthy, if not also more interesting.

the most visible result of this neurosis can be seen in the number of bookshelves i have scattered throughout my home. i'm so often in need i learned how to make them myself. not only that, i've constructed so many built in shelving units i'm becoming quite adept at their production. i reckon the time will come when i run out of wall-space. but that time is not now.

and, as for what to get, i leave it to you, the buyer. i will say that i'm ever interested in reading books that others thought highly of.

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CORDLESS GRASS HOG
i mow the lawn with a manual push mower. i rake the lawn with a steel-tipped rake. i trim the lawn with an electric grass hog. who-wah. it is my guilty pleasure. it is also my major pain in the ass because it is one thing i need an 50 foot extension cord for.

part of the hour long show of watching a troy get sweaty in his lawn is spying troy cuss, kick and brawl with this bright orange electric snake. other than this debacle, my outdoor ritual could be more likened to a soft ballet. a ballet where the dancers wear gaping cut off shorts, threadbare t-shirts and socked birkenstocks. i know ladies. the vision causes a flutter and pang of the one that got away. sorry to put you through it, but the vaudeville show is about to end. just as soon as i can get this cordless badboy and burn the beaten and frayed extension cord in my charcoal grill.

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CLOCKS & WATCHES
i don't wear a wristwatch and i don't own an alarm clock*, but i collect them. i find timepieces to be classic and beautiful. and i think it is one of the last industries where manufacturers haven't lost sight of the importance of design. so i'm interested in any unique, striking and or interesting wrist, wall or any other model of watches and clocks.

* note : i used to have an alarm clock, but my children turned it into a piggy bank one unsupervised day

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if you know me ...
you can send or drop
your charitable items off at my home.
if i'm there i can near guarantee
a heartfelt hug.


if you don't know me ...
you can send to my po box:
troy dearmitt
po box 300241
university city, mo 63130