Drawn to her perfidy; put off by her pedestrian love-making—
I am undone by my taste in drinks and shoes.

Originally, Bandur intended to use this particular domain to host the online companion to a printed periodical of the same name. The mission statement has gone missing, but it was to be something of a "guide to modern living" intended to enrich the lives of "drinker-scholars" and "men of leisure". Not unlike the present day's Maxim, it was to contain a bevy of counsel on grooming, travel, food, entertainment, philosophy; however, geared towards men who aren't gross—well, fops and dandies mostly. Actually, it wasn't to have any pictures, so it was really only going to be appropriate for men who could read. It wasn't to be a very long-lived periodical.

Armed, therefore, with an idea that was unlikely to stand up to the rigors of a formal business plan, Bandur instead set about picking a color scheme and determining the character of the nonsense with which to fill each expensive page, and about as far as he got was an idea for a regular feature called the "Anonymous Travelogue"—or, perhaps, the "Discrete Traveller". The idea was the usual, intrepid explorers venturing to the far reaches of the globe in order to lord it over the rest of us; however, the identity and whereabouts of the locations described would remain undisclosed, so as not to ruin them for future adventurers or the local populations. (A proposito, Bandur predicts that a surge in travel occasioned by Under the Tuscan Sun will result in Italians earning the same reputation for hating Americans as the French.) It still seems like a marvelous idea to keep the good places secret and to encourage people to find their own adventures. Certainly, for the first few issues, the drinker would take advantage of the anonymity to save on travel expenses, but once things were up and running, Bandur assures us, the articles would be about more exotic, less fictional locales.

Sigh. Needless to say, the drinker will not soon clutter the universe with its Business-Reply Mail cards (the burgeoning ranks of metrosexuals will simply have to spend their disposable income at the Banana Republic again this season); Bandur seems content to rub his eyes like an old man and wonder why good things don't seem to just happen to him. In the meantime, lest the domain expire without anything ever having been on it, he decided to devote its pages to an online journal ("onjo", I believe, in the parlance of his time—"wlog"?). There is unlikely to be much soul-baring, however, other than the free-form haiku accompanying each article. In fact, he doesn't much like to talk about himself; Lord knows what he'll find to write about.

- Bandur, July 21st, 2004