In England, the Navy takes its beard(s) more seriously than you do.
In general, the only members of the UK armed forces who can wear a full beard are the Royal Navy. A sailor who wants to do so must submit a form requesting ‘permission to stop shaving’. He is then allowed up to two weeks to ‘grow a full set’. At this point he must present himself to the Master at Arms (the senior Service policeman in any ship or unit) who will decide if his beard looks stupid or is respectably full enough to be permitted. - qi.com
This is the biggest news story you never read: Huckberry has acquired sound recordings of a top-secret meeting of a semi-secret Royal committee, held aboard a slightly secret abandoned submarine near Cornwall, UK. The man speaking in the transcript is one Rear Admiral Frothy Merryweather, of the British Royal Navy, executive beardsman of the Royal Beard Council. The transcript that follows is the first documented proof of the Council's existence. Carbon dating indicates the audio reel is from mid-1987. Archaeologists confirm the tapes are authentic. Full text below…
Randy P. Martin believes that being the speck isn’t such a bad thing after all.
Up in the wooded northlands of the West Coast, there’s a rather nomadic photographer who just got home after a year on the move. The past twelve months, Randy P. Martin’s been on the road—“No job, no home,” he says, just “mountain climbing, island life, a 4,000 mile motorcycle road trip to the Arctic Circle, six new National Parks.”
Oh yes, just that. (Did we hear 4,000 mile Arctic Cirlce motorcycle trip?) Along the way he took a slew of photographs with his trusty Fujifilm X-Pro 1 and Yashica T5. His photography’s been described as “travel documentation”—a nice hybrid genre that cuts to the core of his artistic inclinations: 1. “go see some crazy shit,” 2. take pictures while you’re out there.
Don’t let the puppy eyes deceive you, that stinky little sprinter packs a punch.
I always thought dog sledding would be romantic. Northern lights, dogs howling at the moon, jagged mountain peaks—you get the drift. That’s the vision The Call of the Wild left me with, although I’m sure that’s not what the book was about. Last winter, I decided to make these dreams a reality. Only it didn’t quite turn out the way Jack London had me picturing it.
I booked a trip with my Dad with Mountain Musher outside of Vail, Colorado, where my friend, Landon, was an experienced musher. From the moment I crawled into a crowded van filled with Texans, things weren’t what I expected. First of all, there were Texans. Secondly, I was in a van. Things only became less dreamlike as we arrived at the dogs.
Two meals, two mocktails, and a whole ton of flavor to get your healthy on.
We’re over a month into the new year, and it’s time to give ourselves an honest assessment. The belly: not as taut as possible. The workout regime: not the pinnacle of consistency. That quick hop in our step knowing we’ve eaten well, exercised, and haven't spent the last 72 hours on the couch watching Sochi: no comment.
February, we think, is for going back to the drawing board—giving ourself a second chance, because, you know what—it’s our health—and we owe it to ourselves to try again. Supporting the cause are Timmy Malloy of Local’s Corner and mixologist Vince Toscano of Rye. They've put together some healthy options, that haven't compromised on flavor.
A home in Japan’s Yatsugatake Forest is redefining the concept of life on the edge.
It's not that Japan does everything we do better. It's just that they take it to the next level. Much as America and England have tossed the rock and roll ball back and forth for 50 years, refining and improving it, so do Japan and America riff off one one another in the realm of design, technology and architecture.
This house on a Japanese hill in Yatsugatake from Kidosaki Architects Studio is an outstanding specimen of that interplay. The American mid-Century modern home taken up a notch by the Japanese. American ingenuity with a Japanese flavor, Asian tradition rooted in the past but in formed by Western cultural innovation.
550 lb and 4,000 pieces of metal—it’s a monument fit for the King.
Majestic in grandeur and naturally overpowering, the lion is the undisputed king of the jungle. Turkish artist, Selçuk Yilmaz, looked to honor this sentiment with one of his newest works, a 550 lb metal sculpture of this revered feline.
Created from nearly 4,000 pieces of scrap metal, Aslan (Turkish for Lion) was a ten-month venture for Yilmaz, who hand-cut and fitted each piece of metal to accurately replicate the shape and size of this carnivore.
Native to the land, loyal to the country—The Shadow Wolves are our border elite.
There’s hardly an hour between Tucson, AZ and the US-Mexico border, but between the two, there’s a whole lot of, well, nothing. So much nothing, in fact, that the region has become a prime channel for the illegal commodities trade.
Nearly devoid of infrastructure, the region presents a unique set of challenges for those attempting to stop the Cartel drug runners. However, there also exists a unique unit that’s up to the task: 15 men, descended from 9 Native American tribes, who know the terrain better than anyone else. And they’re called: The Shadow Wolves.
Two guys are traveling from Whistler to Patagonia on their hand built dirt bikes.
As the crow flies, it’s 7,911 miles point to point, but that’s a straight shot, only going South. How Jordan Hufnagel and James Crowe are traveling—on their custom built late-80s Honda XR600s—it’s no straight shot.
So, conservatively, let’s call their route 10,000 miles. One way. And then, coming back, another ten thousand. Two friends. Over 20,000 miles. From Whistler, B.C. to Patagonia and back again. In one year. And, wearing the clothes they built (with their friends from Woolrich), knowing their craftsmanship will last.
From a Hoffman tribute to Mrs. Sinatra, this week’s Diversions + Tunes has it all.
1. PHILIP SEYMOUR HOFFMAN: Beyond the obituaries, this article gets to the heart of his greatness. / Esquire
2. NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC: Don't miss the first article about history's first steampunk bug. Nat Geo
What happens when a sensei, the Military, and a goat share a moment in history?
The second in a series of posts on Unconventional Methods of War. Also check out The Archer.
Three men congregate in a white-walled room. Two of the men are dressed in immaculately pressed military uniforms. One operates an ECG machine and the other monitors vitals, all hooked up to the disheveled man in the middle—the rock star of this show.
In a strangely meditative state, the man’s hands tremble as he gnashes his teeth. His expression becomes more severe, more troubled as the image of a winged man swoops into his mind. This image is silhouetted against a heavenly backlight. Its wings spread to the immensity of an albatross. Further emitted is the gleaming light of a flaming sword—ready to deliver a death sentence.
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