Watches don't interest me. They just don't. I moved to Nelson almost ten years ago and lost my day planner, then my watch, then all of my stuff was stolen from my storage locker (it was the year of the Metal Snake,) and I didn't miss any of it. OK, I missed the photos and a gorgeous pair of pants. But having just escaped a life lived completely by THE BOOK, I was happy to embrace one where there were no objects of confinement and I could just be. And be I did! But that is another story. This story is about a watch. Yes, yes... I said they mean nothing to me. BUT, this is far more than a timepiece, this is sheer genius.