Indispensable 35s

Teresa, Jean, Mariana; SRQ, FLA
Scotty The Body & Scotar Jones
Juan Paul & El Cuerpo
SF, CA
SF cable cars

Montserrat, Barcelona

worship the sun

Nana-chan

Behold! What you are gazing upon is a fine canine specimen known as a “Yorkie-poo”. A Yorkie-poo is half Yorkshire Terrier and half Poodle; in this case half Toy Poodle. The parents of this puppy weighed in at an average of 4.5 pounds each, and their offspring currently weighs 2 pounds at four months old. Her name is Nana, and she is a new member of our family; Thanks Old Saint Nic!

Let’s see what cards this pooch is bringing to the table.

Yorkshire Terriers are a small breed of Terriers that came from Yorkshire, England. Yorkies are bold, active, non-shedding dogs that are are extremely affectionate in their first 2 to 3 years of existence, and so they love to cuddle.

Poodles are natural retrievers that are renowned for water working, or rather working in water, and the name Poodle is an English word that means to “splash in water”. Unlike most dogs who have two coats of hair, the Poodle has one thick curly layer of hair that is minimally shed. Poodles are apparently the second smartest breed, next to Border Collies, which makes them easy to train, easy to socialize with other beings, and they are eager to please their parental units.

Winter Solstice

“Man, I can’t get out of bed, what’s the deal?” This was the second thought rolling through my largest organ after I snoozed my alarm and stared at the ceiling around 6:45AM this morning. Despite the fact that 6:45AM is somewhat of an early time to rise, it seemed a bit colder and darker today, on December 22nd. The reason for this slight change in temperature and prolonged darkness was because of yesterday, the Winter Solstice. The Winter Solstice doesn’t just promote a large gathering of pagans and non-pagan spectators at Stonehenge, it marks the first day of winter when the earth’s axial tilt is furthest away from the sun. This means the northern hemisphere will start to have shorter days and longer nights, and if we lived in less than modern times we would have slaughtered all our livestock to conserve farm food and stock up on meat, and the fermenting of wine and beer would have come to a halt just in time for the cold winter season. The Winter Solstice, along with it’s twin sister season, Miss Winter, marks a time of rebirth and merriment, hence international winter holidays and the celebration of a new year; a rebirth of the sun.

Druids at Stonehenge on Winter Solstice

Pagans and Mother Earth

Surya; Hinduism's solar personification

Caribbean sun god

Ra

osechi; New Year's food

Amaterasu; Shinto's sun goddess

Uno mas de Barcelona

As Iman mentioned in a previous plug on our travels in Barcelona, Mother Teresa and I were fortunate enough to have beautiful friends living a stones throw away from the apartment we occupied. Travis and Ana, a sun fried Americano and a fearless Finnish matriarch, were our revered comrades who clarified where to buy El Raval’s best bagets, wine, and shawarmas. Another month of November passed and I was reminded of the need to look forward. Teresa, Carrie, Ana, and Travis helped me devour fresh seafood, more wine, and an amazing chocolate cake, and the local Barca couple even bought me this perfect Continuation Day gift, a Clint “The Squint” Eastwood mask. It’s scary how well it fits my mug. If you fancied our photos from Barcelona, check out this link for more...TRAV DIGI

Photowerk Service Announcement

This just in: Artistry auditors working for the USA, United Supporters of the Arts, have pinpointed an urban shutterbug who’s managed to stay underground for quite some time. His whereabouts seem to be flagged in and around the central west coast of Florida, and this aesthetic assassin has been spotted skirting Tampa’s main port and dodging blue coats in downtown. The USA needs all the help that can be mustered in tracking the next crafty tread of this depiction composer, a one Mr. K. Stone.

Please view these examples of his work to recognize his creative outputs, as well as the listed links to lend a hand at keeping up with this subterranean photo safari that lurks with flare and camera.

http://tenseventyfive.blogspot.com/

Read this interview to understand our freelance assailant, Mr. Stone; http://www.tboblogs.com/index.php/entertainment/related/C913/

Barcelona

Antoni Gaudi's Sagrada Familia

Barcelona is definitely alive and well; a city full of strapping energy and vibrant colors, good eats and sweet pastries, café con leche, street performers, Roman ruins, Gothic cathedrals and churches, and fresh bagets, seafood, and olives so tasteful that dousing your being in their leftover fluids sounds like a plan worthy of pondering and executing.

A city and sea view from inside one of the towers at Sagrada Familia

Sagrada Familia's ceilings are something like 60 feet tall
Looking up a staircase in the tower as we ascended for what felt like 20 minutes
Spain has fathered amazing artists like Antoni Gaudi, Pablo Picasso, and Joan Miro, and Barcelona was the city that made their creative insights fly high like the local parrots that squawk at bystanders from the palm trees. I couldn’t help but sit in silence, basking in the architecture, sculptures, murals, and mosaics, and feeling an artistic itch that annoyed me to search for a medium to release the over abundance of imaginative influence that engulfed my bag of bones. It’s no wonder that the entire population of Catalonians favors their beloved gifted artistes, especially Antoni Gaudi. Gaudi’s masterpiece, Sagrada Familia, can be seen from almost all view points in the city. He started working on this grotesquely magnificent gothic church in 1883, and it is expected to be completed in 2030. Park Güell is another brilliant gem that Gaudi worked on from 1900 to 1914. In my opinion, this park is a monumental perfection. It’s off the weathered saturated tourist path and it offers magnificent views of the city and the Mediterranean Sea while luring gypsies and musicians who serenade the masses with sweet harmonized sounds that perfectly fit Gaudi’s organic architecture and mosaic overlays. And, there is no admission fee. On the roof of Gaudi's Casa Milà, aka La Pedrera, built 1906-1910
La Pedrera
La Pedrera

Overall, Barcelona is as good as all may have heard or foretold, and it’s not surprising why the Romans conquered this skirt of land almost 1600 years ago. Thank you Travis and Anna for exploring with us. Oh Barcelona, how I love thee, that lively vivid city by the sea, whose salt and wine remind me of glee. Cathedra de Barcelona, aka Cathedral of Santa Eulalia, was completed in 1450. Eulalia is a co-patron saint who was said to be a young virgin who suffered martyrdom during Roman times in Barcelona. The story suggests that she was thrown into a public square stark naked by the Romans and an inexplicable snow fall in mid-spring covered her naturism. The aggravated Romans enclosed her in a barrel with inner protruding knives and blades, and proceeded to roll the barreled virgin down the street. Her body is enshrined in the cathedral’s crypt. That church is eerie
Carrie, Teresa, and Anna; of course Travis and I roll with the most beautiful women
Ms. Carrie, thanks for coming from London to hang out in Barca
Tapas
Bagets, cheese, olives, and fruit; a magnificent meal
Did I mention how good the bagets were? Eating while freezing on Montserrat's mountain peaks
Carrie asked for a quick massage from Teresa, and it looks like it hurt
Of course we drank sangria
At the oldest bar in Barca, absinthe's ~90% alcohol gave Trav and I a new perspective on Tom Petty's greatest hits
Barcelona's labyrinth
Even close friends square up at times; SZA SAD vs. Travis Digital
The bar closed at 3AM, so street beers kept our engines fueled; Me, Trav Digi, Dallas, Mother Teresa, and Satu
The Maritime Museum has this wooden submarine on display
El Raval's finest indian cuisine and strangest mural at Punjab The Mediterranean Sea provides the best sea salt; Tarragona seaside
Gaudi's Casa Batllo, built in 1877, mirrors his love for nature and water therapy
Gaudi's Park Güell, built in 1900-1914, overlooking Barcelona
Me mate Travis and his lovely lady Anna at Park Güell
Park Güell

Park Güell's gypsies and onlookers

This was our last escapade, a night of flamenco at Jazz Si. Jazz Si is a bar where music students play each night. Friday is flamenco night and it was packed to the rafters, filled with two types of smoke, and the Spanish vibe was more than irie, it was Catalonian.

Dont' Get Slept On

Back in the Bay Area after a two week binge in Barcelona left me thinking of wine, gothic architecture, olives with anchovies, vivid mosaic tile configurations, and a city that does not rest unless it’s fiesta time and friends have congregated to devour tapas and discuss life, leisure, and futbol. Man, talk about experiencing the dark side of the moon, swimming up stream, or wagering on the heads side of the coin when you usually go for tails on a coin toss; that’s Barcelona for you. This photo, shot at 4:23 AM, was my way of coping with the pleasurable madness Barcelona is infamous for, and so I slept in this position until I was told to go lay on a normal plateau. Thanks, Teresa and Carrie, for looking after me and making sure I had more fun than the rest of our barrio, El Raval. Thoughts on Barcelona are soon to come after my acclimation is complete.

Mike, Wayne, and Joe

The brilliant producers of Steve and Craig Food just blessed me with this fine edit of three legendary men of the twentieth century. Sit back, size up the ThinTube screen to your liking, and soak it all in, baby.

Espana

BCN

Hail fi me bredren! Iman and Iqueen gwon Barcelona, Espana haffi crucial times inna distant lands. Iman and fi me bredda bout to haffi bashment and mash it up. Give thanks and praises to di upful vibes. SEEN! FORWARD

Scotty's Body

Scotty “The Body” Conley is my homie, and when my friends are happy I too feel blissful. Scotty’s phone pocket-called me a week ago, and instead of hanging up on my call he related his current position in time and space and what he had accomplished thus far on his mission. I applauded his efforts and looked forward to viewing his southern experience. After surfing through interlinked hypertext documents I visited Steve Ayer’s site, http://sayersphoto.blogspot.com/ , and decided to expose The Scotty Conley Experience.

Body boneless; FLA

read between the lines

you got to read the labels

Classic form, well played

Soy Panday

Cheeky Sarah by Soy Panday, a favorite of mine

Monsieur Soy and Mr. Lindsay; Tokyo 2008

Soy Panday has one of the best names I have ever read, typed, and vocally communicated. With a name like Monsieur Soy Panday, people are sure to store, retain, and recall some bit of information regarding Monsieur Panday. Whether this retention involves his warm laugh and accent, his artistic fabrications, his dance and skateboard moves, or the flowers that spew from his mouth when he serenades his brothers and sisters with his mother tongue, Monsieur Soy is sure to be commemorated. On top of his admirable persona, Soy’s relation to Roy Sunday is desirous, the scar on his neck received when courageously fending off a Bengal Tiger from devouring a frightened child is praiseworthy, and his angelic hair reminds me of the boy in Gustav Klimt's Mother and Child.

Soy's ink and dance manoeuvers are second to none

Mr. Panday, I met you and your mate Mr. Feil in Japan through our buddy Mr. Lindsay. I believe that was your first visit to the land of the rising sun, and you were staying with an ex-missus while escaping Europa. The day we met one another, Mr. Feil was so excited to be a foreigner in the East, embracing his loud use of obscenities, drinking beer where he pleased, and frolicking gaily hand in hand with Mr. Lindsay, that I was momentarily stunned like an armadillo caught in an oncoming car’s high beams. My rudimentary numbness was due to my personal assimilation, the blending of my Floridian cultural characteristics with that of my new home in the Far East. However, our first engagement was fun, refreshing, and loud. Coincidently, we both planned a Japanese sabbatical a year later and our time together was conspicuously amusing, and I then became fond of your dance moves. You then went back to Japan for a third time in the Year of the Ox; 2009. What about Nihon draws you back again and again, and how does it compare with the rest of the world that you’ve been ingenious enough to explore?

First of all, I must say that I can perfectly understand why you got so very fond of my dance manoeuvers; they are quite honestly among the most visually pleasing body movement ever executed by a human being. With that said, there is indeed something about Nihon that keeps me going back. I find big cities very inspiring, and Tokyo is undoubtedly gigantic, and there are therefore an almost unlimited supply of very interesting spots. The people, I must say, are another really big part of my coming-backs. Everyone I have met there was outrageously nice, motivated, understanding and supportive. From an outsider’s point of view, there seemed to be no negativity whatsoever. Their skate culture is very interesting too, as the country is very traditional and peculiar, while at the same time being very “Americanized”. They take what they see from American videos and make it their own, and the result is what Japanese skateboarding means today, an upgrade of the NY-style of skating, just more fun and less serious. Japanese skate videos are definitely very inspiring to watch.
Apart from the skateboarding part, Japan is quite inspirational for art too, as there is a high tradition of design. They have mastered the art of simplicity and subtlety, and pretty much everything is beautiful. It seems that everything has been perfectly designed, well thought of, not overdone. Nihon is definitely one of a kind.

a Monsieur Panday original piece

Parisian culture incorporates opera houses, ballet, both classic and modern, and theatre, as well as independent film festivals. I’ve also read that Parisians tend to follow America’s Hollywood cinema, and that the French cinema ranks second to the United States of freedom fries. When you were growing up in Paris did the abundance of entertainment options have an effect on your acting interests, and what French and American movies, as well as directors and actors are you keen on?

I’ve always loved watching movies, and I’ve also always loved “acting”, doing little improvisations and stuff, although I never went as far as taking acting classes, mainly because skateboarding was taking all my time. But I couldn’t really tell you where that comes from. I think it does come from fighting off shyness, trying to create a different character was an easy way for me to communicate with people. As to what I’m keen on, damn, there are so many. I don’t consider myself a true connoisseur, I actually am pretty easy. Beside being one of Roy Sunday’s biggest fans, I really like Wes Anderson’s movies, I’m a big Zucker-Abraham-Zucker fan (“Airplane”), I really like old gangster movies, like old DeNiro and Al Pacino, the classics…Nothing too crazy in my tastes, I pretty much like everything, every genre… as far as France is concerned, I really like Les Nuls, Le grand détournement…

is Soy acting or skating?

Usually in large metropolises, specific ethnic groups merge together for obvious reasons; language, food, cultural customs, holiday festivals, and symmetrical fornication. Let’s discuss your neighborhood. I remember you mentioning you lived in an Indian neighborhood of Paris, am I right? Have you always lived in this specific vicinity, and if not, why did you decide to make it home base? Also, I’d like to know if growing up as a Hapa, half Asian and European, were you ever scrutinized for being so charming and good looking?

I have actually not always lived in Paris, I moved around France a bit before settling here about 8 years ago. My brother had been living here for a year or two before me, in a different neighbourhood, but yes, as soon as I moved here and with him, we relocated to the Indian part of town. Not because it was the Indian part of town, just because it was a good location, close to many train lines, and pretty cheap. And so I could go eat Indian food every other day at this one restaurant, hahaha. It’s a really cool part of the city to live in.

As far as my Hapa upbringing, hell yes, I mean, if that word actually exists! Actually, thanks to my devotion to skating and my shyness, I didn’t learn about the concept of girls until I was old enough to have kids of my own, hahahaha. Ok, maybe things weren’t that bad, but they really weren’t that good either. Luckily for me, I later realized being shy was rather stupid, and I stopped. That’s when the scrutiny began…hehehe.

Mr. Lindsay and I were discussing life and leisure over a few glasses of Crème de cassis and a plate of Quiche Lorraine, while basking in the tunes of Brigitte Fontaine and critiquing the original painting La Toilette by Edgar Degas that Mr. Lindsay bartered for last month by exchanging one of your illustrations. While our intellect soared high above the heavens and peered down upon the earth, our extreme mental capacities spotted you devouring a strawberry and nutella crepe. Our ascended psyche descended back to Mr. Lindsay’s flat and we were then reminded of your contagiously blissful manner. Mr. Lindsay then disclosed the secret of your master’s degree. Of course this chapter of the Panday saga did not faze me because I know how accomplished and civilized a man of your stature is, and forever will be. What did you study at your institution of higher education, do you use this part of your intellect now, and what knowledge do you prefer to absorb in the present moment? Also, if you ripen into an apprentice, what would you contemplate and who would be your mentor?

Let’s start this one by being very honest: there was no strawberry in my strawberry and nutella crepe. A man of my maneurism would never dip into this nonsense of a nontaste. As far as my education, I studied Business and Econimics, and I guess even if I don’t really use it, being that I don’t work and have long ago prefered to choose to follow the less profitable path of the ‘artist’s’ life, I guess it has developped my intellect. School basically enables you to learn how to read and write properly, to understand and analyse, not only what’s going on in the current economy, but things in general. It trains and sharpens your understanding of things, and what I came to understand about business and economy quickly applied to everything in my everyday life, to my skating life, to my love life even. In a way what you learn mainly, if you’re willing to look a little deeper than what you’re tought and to read between the lines, is to understand the human mind.
As to the second part of the question, I am an apprentice right now. I am currently trying to learn how to paint, following advices from my master, Marke Newton. And closely looking at Gustav Klimt’s paintings to try and understand his technique.

Soy, you are French, and Americans love the French for some reason. What French stereotypes would you presume the citizens of the Land of Freedom hold in regard to your fellow countrymen and women, and what are some predictable stereotypes that your comrades maintain about us over here in the land of the brave? And finally, when visiting the good ol’ US of America, have you experienced any cultural tension or shock, and did all the women discarded their clothes at the first perception of your magical accent?

Stereotypes, damn, there sure are a ton of those that travel back and forth. French people, on top of being as charming as they’re dirty and smelly, are usually thought of as being rude and hateful towards Americans I presume. Which is of course completely false, unless you are in Paris and yes, everyone is quite rude. Hahaha. Or unless you are indeed a loud American. Americans, as well as Brits, do have a tendency, and at this point this is no longer a stereotype but a truth, hahahaha, to be loud. I’ve actually seen that first hand in many countries I’ve visited, touring with fellow American skaters, and have felt embarrassed more than once that our group was being super loud in the quietest of metros and trains…
As to women discarding their clothes at the first perception of my french accent, let me tell you a funny story. Well, I at least think it’s funny. Anyway, I was at a halloween party in Philly with Jack Sabback and Bobby Puleo a couple years ago, we had driven to Philly for two days, pretty much only for that party. Of course the goal was to try and not stay at Jack’s old place, as it was cold and uninviting, at least less inviting than a night at a lovely girl’s apartment. So anyway, we were at this massive party, and since everyone kept telling me that every American girl was easily charmed by French accents, I spat out my Frenchest tongue to a beautiful girl. We chatted for about 20 minutes when she said she had to go to the bathroom but would come back straight away. At that moment she disappeared not only from my direct neighbourhood but also from the party. Vanished. It was late, or actually quite early in the morning, and I was tired and over it, and I abandonned the useless French accent to tell a friend in my regular not so French accent that I was hungry. A no less charming girl then walked towards me saying, “you’re hungry? Come with me, we’ll get you something to eat”. I was a little puzzled but followed her outside, where I thought she was going to take me to a sandwich place close to the party. Instead we walked for a little bit, and she said “there’s this diner there that’s open all night long, and it’s really convenient, because it’s right by my place…” The accent thing hasn’t yet worked for me once.

check out Soy's current works by clicking this link: http://soypanday.carbonmade.com/

Live, Laugh, Love

"Laughter is the shortest distance between people." - Victor Borge

"Laughter can be more satisfying than honor, more precious than money, more heart-cleansing than prayer." - Harriet Rochlin

"He deserves Paradise who makes his companions laugh." - The Koran

"Time spent laughing is time spent with the Gods." - Japanese proverb

“The highest forms of understanding we can achieve are laughter and human compassion.” – Richard Fenyman

Brett "Maiximus" Davis

Brett Davis reminds me of an Andean Condor; they both have wing spans larger than seven feet and they skirt the coasts of Central America. The Andean Condor is the largest flying land bird in the Western Hemisphere and Brett is my largest friend in the Western Hemisphere. Brett’s desire to hunt for pristine beaches with surfable waves, meat on sticks, and contently delighted locals could parallel the Andean Condor’s sporadic bouts of foraging for food and their preferred perches in the raw Andes. In flight, an Andean Condor gracefully glides in circles, riding the wind, propelled by natural forces that have the power of destruction. Brett, like the Andean Condor, floats atop a natural substance stylishly, poised with agility moving in oval-like patterns, to and fro, while in control. The oceans, Brett’s favored transmission mediums, also have the power of summoning large volumes of water and displacing them in harbors or on beaches, reeking havoc and devastation, similar to it’s sister’s temperament, the wind. Other than admiring Brett for his animal instincts, I also respect him for the man he is, any advice he’s given me, and for letting me rent a room from him for next to nothing. Mr. Davis, I hope to be on the beach with you sooner than later, basking in the sun, enjoying the ocean, and living for the moment.

Mr. Davis, I have bombed hills on my skateboard with the aid of gravity and my massive 160 pound frame, and easily clocked 30 mph, or 48 kph, with tears lining my face from the increase in wind pressure on my fair green eyes. My steel framed bicycle weighted with my sack of bones and propelled by the inertia from my chicken legs has more than likely topped my thrashing speed, thus thrusting me forward in time at a decent pace of about 40 mph, 64 kph. Both speeds have been experienced on concrete in San Francisco, and for most of the journeys I was in complete control. However, I have never been launched in to motion by a disturbance in space and time via the transference of energy, or simply put, a surface wave. You on the other hand have experienced all aforementioned means of transportation. What country’s coastline and ocean delivered the largest wave that managed your being, how lofty was it, and what was that feeling like? Also, have you ever been tickled by a 3 layered rack of teeth, sharper than razors and blood thirsty, backed by eyes as black as onyx with a body mass reaching up to 16 feet in length?
If my memory serves me correct, I would have to say the last trip to El Salvador 2 years ago would claim that title. It was a solid 8ft+ wave and perfect. I pretty much said a “Hail Mary” and went for it and somehow didn’t drown. Last winter in PR the waves got pretty big too. I just remember feeling like I would never get to the bottom of the wave and that it was definitely the fastest my 200lb frame has ever moved as a result of Mother Nature. As for close encounters with Florida’s state fish, there have been a number of close calls. However, this year there has been an overabundance of baitfish in the water so I feel like the odds are in my favor. Until I lose an appendage I am going to just assume it was a sea turtle. Ignorance is bliss.

Brettacus, you have been exploring Central America and the Caribbean and from what I can recall you’re having an irie time closer to the equator. I on the other hand have only been to Tijuana twice, for a total of 10 hours, which is not quite centralized enough to even remotely claim as a stopover to the Americas’ intermediate. Let me recap what I’ve collected on Tijuana; Tijuana serves staple Mexican food and beer, taxis are said to be equivalent to pharmaceutical depots, and the nightlife is saturated with fallen women, dancehalls and hideaways, and cheese. Does this brief description sound similar to what you’ve experienced down south, and what about the Americas’ mid section are you keen on?
Central America is pretty much all the same. Greedy crooked police that have no problem telling you your tags on your rental car are expired… $20 later and you are on your way, questionable drinking water, tasty tall cans with names we gringos just can’t seem to pronounce correctly, and just an overall great time. I think what keeps me coming back, aside from the tasty waves and amazing beans and rice with every meal, is how simple life is. It makes you realize how much we don’t need the strip malls, rare Nike collabo dunks, and LCD TV’s in every bedroom/bathroom in your overpriced home tucked away in the gated community, in order to be happy. The focus is more about family, friends, and enjoying life. I love how some of the poorest people living in tin shacks maintain such a strong pride and genuine love for their country and would give the shirt off their back if they felt you needed it.

Your current family, on the books, is recorded at 2.0; Brett + Riley (0.5) + Bella (0.5) = 2.0. When I was first moved in with your family, your children were so excited about me returning home that they would nip at my ankles and shower me with licks. Then after your dogs were acclimated to my scent and the soothing sound of my voice, they fought one another to receive my attention and a possible place on the couch next to my warm skinny leg. Other than devoting equal amounts of attention to your kids, what are some obstacles you’ve encountered since becoming a parent, and were these hurdles expected or unforeseen?
No doubt they are strange dogs! Corgis are affected by a form of dwarfism, which is so random. My biggest obstacles have really been trying to pawn them off on one of my friends when I need to go out of town and really understanding what it is they are trying to say when they just stare relentlessly at you; “Do you want me to let you outside so you can eat dirt or are you wondering why your arms and legs are so short and you are covered with hair?” All valid questions. These dogs were a gift in every sense of the word and I am very fortunate to have such amazing roommates who never seem to mind the fact that they have to sleep and eat all their meals on the ground.
A few weeks ago you sent me an email stating that you were going to a Motorhead concert, you’ve also recommended a Bob Marley biography, and prior to that I remember listening to Boogie Down Productions in your whip. I just mentioned three dissimilar musicians spanning three diverse music genres, and all three artists come correct with clout respective to their styles. So, if the readers don’t realize that your taste in music is wider than a Blue Whale’s belly, they better pick up a whale watching book and do the math. With that said, are you looking forward to any new releases, concerts, shows, or do you have any new or old musical interests that you’d like to mention?
I like music in all shapes and forms most likely due to growing up watching skate videos all day which allowed me to be exposed to a wide array of music. From Neil Young to Nasty Nas, it’s all good. I can identify so many periods of my short existence on this earth to different albums/songs. Lately I’ve been pretty psyched on the new Raekwon album and I recently saw the Iron Maiden “Flight 666” documentary, which was time well spent. Thank God for Iron Maiden! Unfortunately, I really can’t think of anything that stands out with the exception of the classics. I guess I am still a bit keen to the 70’s era Classic Rock (Sabbath, Stones, etc), 80’s Punk Rock/Metal (7 Seconds, Bad Religion, Samhain), and late 80’s early 90’s Hip Hop (Gangstarr, Hiero, G Rap). Not to say there hasn’t been anything good since then it’s just I always find myself going back to the albums that have stood the test of time.

And finally, Mr. Davis, your couch was lucky enough to be included in some fine conversations amongst a solid group of individuals. Topics ranging from art, hurricane forecasts, music, horse shoe throwing techniques, shoes, beer, stories of getting kicked out of the Czar, parasites, surfing, 48 hour trips to the Left Coast, YBor drama, thoughts of opening retail stores, skateboarding, and more parasites. Out of all these amazing dialogues that I participated in or listened to in an inebriated state, one topic that was drilled into my mental was your prophecy of retiring around the age of 50. The current demographics and statistics point to a retirement age of 65, and even at 65, white men, such as you, will most likely live to be 75, on average. Therefore, if you retire at the youthful age of 50, it will be as if you just got out of school again, and everyone asks “so, what will you do now?” So, Brett, what will you do when you retire?
The state of retirement in the US does tend to keep me up at night. However at the age of 50 I see myself swimming through stacks of Benjamin’s since I plan on winning Powerball in the very near future. As Craig would say, “ballin!”. I can pretty much guarantee I will be located somewhere in a tropical environment, hopefully with a hill nearby to bomb and a beach with people selling chicken on a stick. Where I will not be is the suburbs, prison, Pinellas Park, or trying to keep up with the Joneses.

T&A Union

Marriage is a social unification or legal contract between individuals that manifests kinship. When thinking of genealogy, or the ol’ family tree, marriage can represent anew branch reaching towards the sun, seeking fresh air and desiring growth. This cultivation of new bark and boughs can represent two people maturing and flourishing with one another, and possibly sowing the seeds for future twigs, branches, and leaves in an upwardly course, in a direction of development.

I asked Teresa to grow with me, to weather the storms and to reach for the Sun, and she said yes. So just for clarification, the T&A branch has sprouted with unmistakable growth.

Look out for a Momma T interview, coming soon…

The Adventures of Kingsley Ned Zissou

Kingsley, Falcor, and the Childlike Empress, aka Moonchild
Kingsley, Cheshire Cat, Cabaret Lady, and Ms. Mad Hatter
Lucky Asian Cat, The Childlike Empress and others

Teletubby and Kingsley networking outside the bar

fellow deck hands hard at work

Los Muertos y Kingsley

???

Mariners of different millenniums

Those guys again

V and K

a bunch of jokers

Behold a Drawing of a Pale Horse

Rice and Egg: Textual Digestion compiles expressions in natural language that represents distinct and differentiated concepts that are meant to inspire thought. One concept that has been consistent on Rice and Egg is the “interview”, and anātman is usually the interviewer. However, the tides have turned…

Click this link for the Adam Burgess Experience: Behold a Drawing of a Pale Horse

SAMHAIN; All Hallow's Eve

Halloween is a black and orange day that traces back to Celtic cultures’ festival of Samhain. Samhain roughly translates as “summer’s end”, and it was celebrated to welcome the darker half of the year by parting with the lighter half. The Celts believed the border between this world and the Otherworld became frail on Samhain, and thus allowed spirits to pass through to either side. This belief parallels the tradition of wearing costumes. By wearing a costume and disguising oneself as a spirit or demon, the Samhain participant would then avoid harmful and harmless spirits by being cloaked in masquerade. Bonfires were prevalent, food storage was imperative for the coming winter, and traditional characters like vampires, werewolves, devils, zombies and goblins were portrayed. I remember Halloween.

Cheers

Beer is the third most consumed liquid on planet earth. It’s the world’s most ancient and preferred alcoholic libation, and I love beer. I will drink whatever beer is available, provided it parallels the weather and the food it’s enjoyed with. I prefer a lager on a hot summer day or with fried foods, and bitter hoppy flavors at the bar or in the cold. However, when I am in the mood to consume brews that really satisfy my palate and take a swing at my sobriety with mighty force, I seek ales, stouts, and the all mighty IPA. At the moment, my three beloved beers are: Lagunitas Lucky 13, a Red Ale; 8.3% alcohol per volume, Sierra Nevada’s Pale Ale; 5.6%, and Sierra Nevada’s Torpedo Extra IPA; 7.2%.

Please enjoy responsibly.

Comatosed

little brother

Roy Sunday siesta

Linny was last

My brothers and I were weak in the knees but eager and tireless to keep moving forward; vitality at it's best. Linny manned the computer and the controls and Roy Sunday was relaxed at his brethren's side, slouched casually, with no pants, just baby blue boxers and a shirt, wearing his spectacles, enjoying the moment. The hands of time symbolized the hour of the ox and I couldn't keep up or follow any longer. I slumbered latently, pausing to regain myself, to restore the oxygen in my blood stream with heavy deep breathes, my consciousness became suspended. Subsequently stirring and becoming alert and attentive, I noticed Roy was dormant a few lengths away. As the sun launched above the tree line, the evening rolled back through my psyche and my wits were regained. A pen found my grasp and skirted the surface of a journal. Roy was logged and Linny was noted to be next on the list as an unsuspecting sandman.

Gin Ho Le; Nectar of the Gods

Alice teaches me 5,000 year old traditional Chinese medicine

With autumn under way and winter approaching, I think it’s time for the world to spread the good word of an easily infused, throat soothing, vitamin C packing, hot elixir that is sure to throw up 300 Spartan-like shields against any bird, swine, giraffe, aardvark, or humpback whale influenzas. Personally, I’m not into the flu-shot remedy gimmicks that can now be purchased in airport terminals or at Wal-Mart. I believe in seasonal foods, herbal concoctions, and advice from knowledgeable Chinese ladies (pictured above) who have studied and created herbal mixtures with their own hands and in their own kitchens, with their mothers and grandmothers.

All praises to the interconnected power of oral traditions!

I know give to you what Juan Ponce De Leon was searching for in northern Florida almost 500 years ago, a simple libation that will help, heal, and keep your hard earned clams where they should be; in your pocket and away from the pharmaceutical conglomerates. I now present to you, my brothers and sisters, “Gin Ho Le” (as in Ginger, Honey, and Lemon) [gin-ho-lay]***

GinHoLe

-8 oz. boiling to hot water
-Graded ginger (don’t be afraid to drink it); to taste
-Honey; to taste
-Fresh lemon juice with a sliver soaking and floating, to taste

Autumn foods:
Carrot, Chinese Cabbage, Pumpkin, Sweet potato, Lettuce, Lotus Root, Turnip, Shiitake mushrooms, Apple, Pear, Grape, Fig, mackerel, Salmon, Oyster, Pacific Saury

Winter foods:
Carrot, Daikon (white raddish), Chinese Cabbage, Rutabaga, Celeriac, Turnip, Brussels Sprouts, Pumpkin, Beetroot, Parsnip, Red Cabbage, Leek, Cabbage, Shallot, Pear, Tangerine, Sea Bass (Grouper), Scallop, Pacific Yellowtail Tuna, Pacific Cod, Monkfish, Halibut, Lobster, Mussels, Stone Crab

***There have been no recorded side effects and or over doses of this magical potion, so please gulp until your body and mind are content.

Dustin Eggeling

legal

freedom

Dustin Eggeling was a little teen-ween when I first encountered him. He seemed ahead of his crowd, as calm as they come, and he always looked me dead in the eyes when we exchanged words. I believe we met close to eight years ago and since then he’s grown a solid foot in height and he now stands tall and firm, no longer looking up at me, but sharing a collinear gaze with me. Funny thing is, many times in the streets of SF people asked if we were brothers; perhaps not by blood, but by friendship and interests. In a day and age when most of the local population is led astray by the mass media, distraught with fear in their eyes and trembling knees, Dustin is fighting back, defending himself with his mental. The world needs more urban ninjas who aren’t disinclined to sharpen their swords with a progressive intellect. Dustin is the next squadron leader.

Mr. Dustin Eggeling, you just turned 45 minus 24 years of age, which makes you legal to enter casinos and gamble, purchase and drink alcoholic libations, labor as a prostitute in Nevada, pay for, own, or rent a hand gun, obtain fireworks in New Hampshire, and get married without parental consent in Mississippi. Of course all these laws are American, and served up with freedom fries, a quarter pound heart attack with cheese and bacon, and an extra large diet coke, with a chili dog for desert. How does it feel to be officially authorized, and do you consider our legal age laws, whether it be 16, 18, or 21, to be archaic compared with other countries’ laws?
I made it, my greatest accomplishment yet. My parents were so proud. I’ve been partaking in drinking and gambling years prior, which actually mildly manifested in your USF residence with Scotty and Robby. I’ve been steering clear of quad stack triple pound heart explosion combos that result in unexpected symptoms, yadadamean. It’s same as it was before, lots of leisure lurking for sure. Laws in general hinder more often than help, in any country. I got a 130 dollar ticket for not wearing a seat belt in the Bronx during rush hour traffic. The police officer and his fellow officers parked there cars on the side of the road and were walking on foot through traffic writing tickets for not wearing seat belts. Serve and protect? The scams and breaks that corporations, Wall Street, bankers, insurance companies, and pharmaceutical companies get away with are some of the biggest robberies. When you control the money you control the laws. Laws are another profitable business.
Now that I’ve got your marbles rolling about, churning that buttery intellect in your cranium caldron, please enlighten the masses on your most recent scholarly scrutiny concerning the universe, and the globe and its inhabitants; a theory, or a solution, and the Eggeling eagle eye evaluation.
Since the industrial revolution we have destroyed 50% of the earth’s biosphere, plants animals and everything in between. This earth is a living organism that has been around for 4.5 billion years, give or take a few. The earth has been absorbing our poisons and pollution into the ocean like a sponge. In our life time 90% of the coral reefs will die out and 80% of the world’s edible fish will vanish. The human civilization is raping this earth for what it has to offer. Taking out all the natural resources the earth offers bottling them up for profit then creating mass waste and burying it back in the ground. The earth works like a human body. Imagine an organism lands on you and sucks all your vitamins and nutrients out of your body and all you’re left to eat is trash, outdated electronics, and chemicals amongst other garbage. Humans on earth are as to fleas on a dog, if we keep up these habits we will be scratched off, if we are not off-ed by our fellow humans first. There is no argument that we are heavily over populated and measures need to be taken, but creating never ending wars and diseases only creates more problems. It’s a problem that needs to be taught and learned through mass education, but the franchise owners know that uneducated people are profitable and if people learn too much the franchise will lose its customers and go out of business. To advance as a civilization we need to start living off a resource system and abolish this monetary system driven by materialistic greed and power which creates ever increasing debt. It is much easier said than done because we have already dug ourselves so deep in the land fill.
Dustin, you grew up in a household of golf orbs, golf wands, with golfing blood relations. Therefore, it’s safe for me to assume you could whoop my arse in a game of putt-putt. How often to you get on a golf course, where has the game taken you in terms of travel destinations, and have you ever drove a golf ball off a sea cliff or coastline that landed in an innocent whale’s blow hole causing it to beach itself?
Golf is the illest outside of skateboarding, it’s so relaxing. I started when I was 2 to 3 years old when my dad cut down some old clubs to my weef specifications and I was sold. I played from 3 until about 13, almost every other day until I found skateboarding. Then I didn’t play for 5 years but now I try to play when ever I can. Growing up, my dad has been a rep for various golf companies and my mom played on the LPGA for 30+ years so I was always around it. Traveling with my mom on the LPGA growing up took me every where, almost every state in the United States, plus Hawaii and Canada. I think that’s where I developed a yearning for traveling. I am looking forward to going back to Tampa so I can play. We had a chipping range at the Shaqueffa Mansion (RIP) complete with glass, tires, bottles, signs, dressers, and bottles, but that’s a wrap now. I never made it in a blow hole, but I did make a hole in one when I was 11. That was off the chain, the dude in the club house gave me free lunch…Hyped.
The last time my anatomy was adjacent to your bag of bones was at a San Franciscan junction. We milled about, drank some brewed battery acid, mashed down the concrete jungle byways, and discussed a few interesting reads while trekking up non-thrashable inclines. Most of the dissertations you mentioned were non-fiction. Have you happened to leaf through any works of fiction that you were keen on, and if not, what non-fiction texts would you recommend?
I haven’t really been up on any fiction lately, I would like to though. Holler acha boy with some suggestions. I have actually been slacking on reading since I’ve been up north. I’ve been doing a lot of intranet lurking, and I’m currently reading a book titled total freedom by J. Krishnamurti, which is real sick. He was an early philosopher that dismantled his congregation of followers because social structure is a product of a conditioned mind, and a conditioned mind can never be free. A book I would always recommend is Behold a Pale Horse by William Cooper. He was in the Navy and CIA for 20+ years and writes on his discoveries. The book was published in 1988 and you can see his claims happening in present day. He was deep in the rabbit hole. I’m glad he got it published before he got silenced (RIP)
As fore mentioned, we last saw each other on the Left Coast, both of us affirming that there is indeed a gold rush in these hills. You then fled for Florida and after a stint in sultriness, you departed on the back of a steel albatross to New York, New York; the metropolis so nice, they named it twice. As a young man on a mission with lack of superstition, I commend you for your back bone and offer you the Metal of Youth, for time served and lessons learned in the field. How have these temporary residences treated you, and what type of berserk bustles have you witnessed in two of the busiest tourist trap hubs in the land of freedom?
I like to move around; a change of environment is healthy to me. If I stay in one place for to long I get burnt out on it. SF and NY are the best the United States has to offer for the life style I choose. Both are opposites though; SF is smaller and slow paced. I lived in the Tender Loin for 5 months which was constant entertainment, as you know; full of tweakers trannies, makers, shakers, and takers. I love it. I’d rather live in the TL than anyplace else in Frisco. Well, maybe the mission because that’s a pretty prime location. I miss the hills and I can't wait to go back and bomb Clement. Hill bombing is the purest form of any high I have ever had. NY is the illest though, it’s so big, so much to offer and there is always something going on. There is an open bar almost every night some where and the subway will take you anywhere with the quickness. It’s a playground for a skateboarder, anything you want. I can’t really put it into words, it’s just something you have to experience and I hope everyone gets too at least once in there life span on this planet.

Steve Ayers Paparazzi

I-man gwon Florida and move forward wit I-queen. Before fi dem wedding, I-man ifficially thrash wit i-dren and gwon mashdown de Busch ledge. Steve, fi me i-dren, shot dem irie photos of I-man fi me general, I-Body Too Hottie, to the fulness. SEEN!

http://sayersphoto.blogspot.com/2009/10/pre-nuptuals-shredding.html

Travis Tyrone Adams

Espana

I promise he's not pooing in the plastic bag, just making sure his footing is proper for cooking

Travis Adams and I met long ago under lucid star lit skies, immersed in desert harmonies of coyotes howling, rattle snakes rattlin’, rabbits scurrying, quails tweeting, havalinas grunting, and black snypes whispering the secrets of the arid climate to the passing tumbleweeds and the saguaros cacti. Travis and I were introduced by our mutual friend Matthew S. Quire Kluvo IIV, and I wasn’t the least bit surprised to see them ride out on horses with the Second Amendment strapped to their belts ,chew it their bottom lips, and the skill to herd and lasso any female passerby’s. Visiting AZ was liberating and I knew the wind on the west coast blew in a different direction. I was fortunate enough to become acquainted with Travis and his family, as they treated me like his younger brother and allowed me to raid the pantry at whim. Only now as a young man am I able to truly appreciate the welcoming arms of the Adams family, a reception that was guaranteed to be warmer than the desert winds. As the youngest of the clan Mr. Travis Adams turned out to be an immediate reflection of his family’s benevolence and altruism, a saint among men who lives mindfully with a stable smile larger than the ol’ Grand Canyon gorge. If Travis would have been consummated in the 16th century rather than the 20th, the Pueblo chiefs would have nicknamed him “Smiles Wide”, but instead he was anointed with the title Trav Digi; “yea you know who is he, stuck to yo ass like a Victoria Secret wedgie”.

Mr. Travis Adams, you are a dear friend of mine; you showed me the customs of the desert, we’ve jumped naked off rocks together (or perhaps you just took photos of me diving of rocks, naked and free in the pristine AZ wilderness…I can’t recall if you were naked but I know I was), you got me stoned for the first time, and in the 14 years that I’ve known you, you have been an astonishing friend and an extremely modest person. How did you mature to be such a remarkable, handsome, well rounded individual in a world that is known to be corrupted by chaos, greed, envy, lust, gluttony, and hatred?
Heh heh...because I don't care. I just cruise. Nah, I dunno. I’m not even sure if any of that's true. Except showing you the desert, humping off rocks (though I wasn't naked. You and Matt, maybe. I do remember when you were in the water and Matt crapped in some dirt, rolled it up, and threw it at you in the lake. It was there, floating near your face, and as it lost its sand, you then realized what it was.) But, uhhhh...yeah, besides being unbelievably attractive, I’m not so sure that I’m remarkable by any means, nor well rounded. All I know is skateboarding, lurking, and good timin'. And everything else I’ve learned along the way I’ve forgotten. Six and a half years of college down the drain. I know how to cruise around with my pals and smile, that's it.
Travis, my boy, I am claiming to have graced you with the ever popular AKA “Trav Digi”, as well as “Travis Digital”. How have these AKAs affected your life in terms of love, identity, pride, and the ever changing world of business?
I wish I had a different nickname, something cool, like "dying baby bird", heh heh.
The Trav Digi nickname has definitely helped pull some suspicious females back to ungodly situations. Some skeletons buried in my closet, for sure. But maybe not, I’m not sure. I dunno about this question, really. Only Tampa heads call me tha digi dude. It’s humbling, though, because Tampa niggas are down for nicknames. The only other nickname I’ve ever had was "a horse". That one sucks....and I guess "t-rav" is also a nickname people call me. But it's not really much of a nickname, so it doesn't count.
Trav Digi, you are certainly skilled in the arts. Your dexterity with a blade is above par, your illustrations make people smile, and your cinematography aptitude is marvelous, hence the AKA Travis Digital. Do you favor a specific artistic passion, what artists influence your mental, and how do feel about the industry that you currently associate yourself with?
Again, I think I just get lucky. When I watch the shit I film, I wonder how I’ve been piggybacking off this shit for so long. I guess I just have good friends who are tolerable with sketchy filming. As far as what I favor? I just like to see cool shit happen, hence the reason I film ten year-old skateboarders.
As for art, the only "art" I find myself doing is griptape art on my skateboards. I was runnin' the Shaqueefa ones for maybe 26 boards strong, but I got over it, and haven't found any of the later ones to be so nice. Pretty bummed that I’m losing grip-art creativity. But I do got one gem that I’ve held onto for a minute now, it's got a quail and down the side I cut out, "quail runner". Hyped on that, and this one I did with a cantaloupe. The industry? I’m assuming you're inquiring about the skateboard industry? Well, it's a hate/hate industry. I love skateboarding. I hate the bullshit behind it, though. One thing that comes to mind is this slap tee, "skateboarding: I love it so much I want it to die." I say this, because there's too much bullshit in the industry. Too many shit companies. Too many little kids who get lucky jumping down a million steps, and go pro without doing anything that will stand the test of time, whereas I see legitimate skateboarders who love it with all their soul, who will never see the time of day. They don't have a "marketable" image, thus they are looked past. That bothers me. But I’m not the old guy at the parks telling the kids how it "used to be". I just roll around, and like the sound, blah blah blah. Nobody's reading anymore, so I’m just gonna throw it out there that Adam burnt his baby maker on an apple pie, after we'd robbed a bakery on my first trip to Florida.
Mr. Adams. You are a romantic. You met a woman in Europa and swept her off her feet, tossed her onto your magical flying rug, and you both flew into the heavens together. After making an emotional affinity with each other, you decided to leap across the Atlantic Ocean where you landed safely in Barcelona, Spain. How has the metamorphosis of your current existence panned out and what does the future hold for you, my friend?
Thank god for roofies. All I do is all I know. I wake up, wonder how I made it home, I look around on the net, I skate a few hours, maybe film a couple tricks, slug back some beers, come home, make whoop, eat, drink some drink, sleep, and repeat. Same thing I’d be doing back in Arizona, just with different scenery. Actually, I went to a gay/nude beach today, watched the waves and drank a mountain dew. Those are the things I do differently, living out here.
There was a time when I was naïve and biased to the gift of individuality. I sized-up my fellow brethren and made assumptions and allotted stereotypes based on outer appearances and peoples’ characters. Now, as a grown man with no time for slippin’ I know better than to waste my energy and time on such childish pastimes. However, you, Trav Digi, have never been one to mock the weak or confused, the trendy or the originals, or even take sides with elites or the ordinaries. Please tell us how you manage to BE YOU?
I dig the underdogs. They have better stories. As for outer images, it's funny because people change so much with current trends. I think it's funny. Shit, I still wear tee shirts that I got ten years ago. Maybe it's that I don't buy clothing, and shit comes nowadays so few and far between, but I just take what I can get, and run with it. I can't say I’m not influenced by others' gear, though. Shit, I went to Mervyn’s with my pops one day a few years back, and had him buy me women’s' pants. Bet he never saw that one coming! I like variety. I like to have all the homies together. Its good times when you got gangster-ass fools going shot for shot of bourbon with die hard punk rockers, because in the end, we're all just shit cruising around. Everyone’s a badass if you give them the time of day. Do what you love what you do what you love what you do. Feel mehhhh?!?

Teach the Youth Culture

Ashley "TreNasty" Albritton

Don't be fooled by outer appearances

R to L: ?, ?, Little Head, TreDubs

Classic TreNasty stee; bsts

Ashley and I met somewhere between fifth and sixth grade. We were both trying out for a club futbol team and ended up being teammates for a year. I have vivid memories of my early friendship with Ashley, AKA AshTre and or TreDubs. Everything that Ashley attempted, he was more than proficient, almost like a young protégée. In fact, we grew up experimenting with similar hobbies and interests and Ashley was always one step ahead of me. It went like this in chronological order, from what I can recall; Futbol; he is left handed and thus left footed when playing futbol, so his left foot skills, as well as his right foot skills, were better than the rest of our team, and me. Books/reading/mind massaging; He had read the entire Lord of the Rings series by the age of 13, and I didn’t start reading for pleasure until the age of 18. Musician; He started playing guitar around 14 and with in a year he and his younger brother were having serious jam sessions. I attempted to join in, but this white boy ain’t got no rhythm. His musical interests now encompass electronic as well as traditional classic guitar. Skateboarding; we started at the same time and he was always learning tricks and mastering them before me. School; he always had better grades, took harder classes, and when it came to college, which we started at the same time, he studied Physics and graduated before I did. Food/Libations/etc.; Ashley is a serious connoisseur. He prefers the best cheeses with good wine, his love for and knowledge of beer is impressive, he drinks dark roast coffees black as the witching hour, and his inquisitiveness and experimentation with his psyche is first researched and then executed in an adept manner.
Please don’t interpret this minute summary of who Tre Nasty is as me competing or comparing myself with him. I’m merely recapping his accomplishments and briefly shedding light on his persona in order to give you, the reader, insight of a man of mystery and extreme mental capacity, who I revere and look up to. AshTre is indeed an omniscient sorcerer among men, a wizard who’s seasoning and wisdom has matured beyond his recorded being. His answers to my questions are briefly blunt, which didn’t surprise me at all. However, in a face-to-face discussion I’m sure he would offer a weathered assessment on an array of topics as long as you could muster enough might to curb your apprehension that might be conjured by his stone-like stare. But once you’ve heard his sporadic bats of laughter, I’m sure you’ll feel at ease.
So go ahead, approach him, but I’m sure by the time you’ve toed the line he has hurdled the mountain peaks and swam in the opaque abyss that embody your subconscious, thus circumnavigating the depths of your soul, as a wizard cloaked in the skin of a modern day man.


Ashley, I’ve spent some serious time in your mother’s kitchen and I’ve enjoyed her cooking as well as your’s. In fact, my lady claims you have produced one of the most memorable potato salads on both sides of the mighty Mississippi’s currents. What is your favorite southern cooked meal, all items included with some form of food explanation and or breakdown?
Fried bass caught fresh that day by either my brother, my momma, dad, grandma, a good friend, or me, caught on a plastic worm from a Florida lake, battered with corn meal and served with grits, baked beans straight out the can, and presented on a thin paper plate; what!?! With iced tea to drink, of course.
Many of your friends refer to you as "mad scientist". I believe this AKA is derived from a bewilderment of your drunken physics sermons, as well as an innocent measurement of your shadowed disposition fueled by whispers in the wind. What types of research have you preformed, personal and or professional, and what are your thoughts on the infamous global meltdown theory.
I’ve been to known to hang around physics labs, running microscopes and imaging at the nano scale. Mycology is my most recent pursuit. I’m on the path to find the Zion essence. And, there is no global meltdown, its climate change. Everyone is afraid of change.
As a friend, I approach you for advice when I can’t seem to get the ol’ gears in motion. If The Man came to me with similar intentions, I would confidently stretch out my crooked arm and point a finger in your direction. With that said if the powers that be approached you asking for guidance, or a way to help planet earth and the human population, what would your proposal consist of?
I would tell them its time to phase out oil and Christianity, and NASCAR. They should then kill themselves. Electric cars and solar/wind/renewable energy is the way forward. The Catholic Church has had control for too long.
Right. Your music collection has no boundaries and holds no repugnance. If you could summon living and dead musicians to perform a live show, which three bands or artists would you select and where would they play?
Medeski, Martin, & Wood, Antibalas, and Weather Report at Spirit of Suwannee amphitheater stage.
As a man well aware of the net force exerted by the earth on objects in its vicinity, the contingency of engine failure, and the clamminess of being locked with in a sardine-like jet liner in flight, you simply hate boarding airplanes and soaring at speeds of over 200 miles per hour, 3,000 feet above the globe’s topography. Thus, you have driven cross country numerous times due to your fear of flight. Please recall one noteworthy story from your expeditions.
2005; Me and Little Head started in Mendocino, CA. Next we were DOB in the redwoods, drinking wine and eating pineapple, tripping too hard to sleep. Thanksgiving was the next day and we headed to Oakland. We feasted on hot dogs and tall boys in true East Bay style. I knew I would live there one day (Oakland). Then we got drunk in LA with Andrew, and Ryan got beat up, if not on the way down, on the way up. We then met Kluvo in Phoenix, painted the town brown. We got tired in Texas. Smoked the last joint on the Florida border, skirted the Tallahassee hustle shuffle and put some money in my pocket.

I’d like to end this with an effortless explanation of how Ashley moves and grooves, a quote of his that makes perfect sense to those willing to listen mindfully; “I’m just putting one foot in front of the other, moving forward”.

Bro Bowl Graffiti - Tampa, FL

Was it as anonymous graffiti assassin or a captivated bystander that sent these snapshots of an artistic assault? The creator of this assembled creation, meant to communicate or appeal to the senses or mind, can only be identified by the heavens and stars.

Location: The Bro Bowl in Tampa, FL
Graff Artist: SER x Lazy Sundays

Korean BBQ

I ate at a Korean BBQ restaurant last night for the first time and I must say that it was amazing. Our kitchen is familiar with Korean spicy soups, Korean seaweed, and the ever-popular probiotic, kimchi, but last night’s dinner of veggie dishes, barbequed meats, fried fish, soups, and tea and alcohol hit the spot and filled my belly, proper. Another aspect of that Asian style restaurant that I feel is an essential and beneficial part of the over-all dining experience is sharing your food.

Here’s some info on kimchi, a dish everyone should try: Kimchi is spicy and can also be sweet, and it’s made of various vegetables and contains a high concentration of dietary fiber, while being low in calories. One serving provides up to 80% of the daily recommended amount of vitamin C and carotene. Kimchi may contain onions, garlic, and peppers, all of which are salutary. The vegetables being made into kimchi also contribute to the overall nutritional value. Kimchi is rich in vitamin A, thiamine (B1), riboflavin (B2), calcium, and iron, and contains a number of lactic acid bacteria, among those the typical species Lactobacillus kimchii.

Kimchi is on a list of top five "World's Healthiest Foods" for being rich in vitamins, aiding digestion, and even possibly reducing cancer growth. However, over consumption of kimchi, and other any other foods high in sodium, could possibly lead to gastric cancer (most likely due to nitrates and salt).

So remember, moderation is key when consuming food, and in all aspects of life.