:::[18.Jan.11]:::

Dear Congress, SOPA is the first and only true form of terrorism, it is blatant attack on the freedoms of the citizens. To infringe on the rights of the people would be an attack on our country. You are our first line of defense. IF you do not do something, the people will be forced to.

:::[5.Jan.11]:::

Xmas was great this year, my grandparents rolled in from NM to hang with us for xmas, so the whole family got a good chance to hang out again.

I was pretty happy about this years gift giving adventures, it was the first year in a while that i had everything sorted quickly and with almost no money spent at a retail store. Everything I gifted to others was either used, traded for, or handmade.

Peter probably had the most hands on project i invested in. I wanted to not only give him a THING, but rather a philosophy as a gift. So i packaged up a collection of items to match the significance, and gave him THIS.

:::[22.Dec.11]:::

Happy Solstice to all my friends/family. I've been having a hayday and a half lately.

THis year all the gifts I'm giving for xmas were all acquired thru trade, or bought used; and i think everyone is getting something they'll love :)

Been booked solid on Djing, this friday is my next gig 2 days before xmas following the 2nd annual showing of the Rocky Horror picture show at Sapolil! So, not only do i get the option of remixing Rocky Horror tracks, but also have my way with every Christmas tune from your childhood mUAHAHahahahaa.. :) it's gonna be a blast! It's the Solstice gathering tonight and there so many rad peoples to see :) Grandma & grandpa are in town so its a packed yet fun holiday!

:::[21.Nov.11]:::

This time of year always poses a moment of reflection as the skies dim greay and the tempature drop way below comfy.

As the sun does its usual abandonment, i usually find myself far more antsy. Plenty of Energy, but its like the ambition of what to do with it just tanks. Luckily lately i've had my hands full with a few things that have absolutely begun one of the greatest winter fires i'll start.

I've been hit up from time to time to be a Dj, but by no means do i claim to be one. This rarely is a deterrent, but usually the fact that i dont have the right equipment makes it even harder to be more than meets the eye. This weekend however, the pinnacle of my labor and research have proved to be a riteous thing. I build a fully digital DJ setup using my own home comp (woulda used a laptop but the sound 5.1 sound card can provide a virtual monitor port) using Mixxx, audacity and scrounging through tracks. Aside from that i brought samplers and mixers of all sorts. But really i found that just my box was enough.

I spent the previous month or more preparing and making sure it was gonna work. Friday came and the whole day was spent setting up and getting everything in order. Borrowed lights from my friend amber, Nick let me use his mixer for greater control, etc.. I was nervous tho. This isnt my forte.. but then.. what is?

Started things off with the oddities, just music that was loud and groovy.. something to wet the palate. By 930 i was dropping a set of funk tracks that everyone knew and hence let their gaurd down for.. the dancing had begun.. within the hour I had a good spark started on the dance for, it was time for the breaks,.. it was time for pouring gas on the fire.

I got the blaze i was after. It was a MadHouse in there. Wall to wall people. arms waving, people dancing. I threw down a party that damn near didnt quit. By the tim e it was done i even had a few local Dj's and burner buddys of mine standing somewhere between jealousy and awe. It felt good. it felt Great.

That is not going to be the last you see of the Enchanting Wizard of Rhythm.

My cough is getting better i think.. though its persistance is enough to drive me nuts. So saturday i slept in (didnt get home till after 3am..) and the rest of the day was spent laying low and trying to be good to myself in hopes to rid myself of this respiratory curse. But by the end of the night i was frustrated, afflicted by cabin fever, knowing this was going to be a long winter.

So yesterday i changed that channel. I was up early and built a fire outside after making a bacon & egg on a biscuit. It was a day to tackle the onslaught of leaves that were threatening to consume my yard. That night tim ran his super hero game and everyone was hanging out in my garage with the fire roaring. I think i accomplished less sunday, but just being outside makes it all so much easier.

Now my sights are starting to refocus, for i've been charged with a knew task at hand. Keating is pushing to teach me the art of physical chess. here we go.. :)

:::[30.Sept.11]:::

i got me a new sword. My grandfolks came into town this week. what better way to hang out then do something u both like. Like pillage peoples loot :) we navigated with grace thru the concrete seas deftly picking and parting people from their possessions.

One old man i met at an old house on the edges of the wheaty wild, had a very interesting story to tell. It was about an old knife that lay on his table of wares to appeal the market goer. It was held in a thick dark leather sheath. It had obviously at one time been a USMC kabar, but the handle was ornate, different. He went on to tell me of his friend. He was a US Marine that had been shot down over the south pacific. while he was there he used peices of the wrecked airplane to fashion a new handle for his knife.

If this is true the man that crafted the new handle definately had taken his time.. and obviously knew what he wanted. It draws like a 6shooter. Holds like a cutlass. the grip fits like a glove & the hilt holds a weapon catcher & gaurd. I found it wildly convenient that it mounted for a left hand draw. What more would an urban pirate want?

:::[26.Sept.11]:::

Last tuesday my friend George the Archeologist from tuscon rolled into town, picked him up from the airport and built a fire. The next few days we caught up, shared wild stories and talked fists N fury. He trained with keating the 2 days i worked and was destined to fly out friday morning very early on. They planned on training, but to conclude the adventure Jim, George and Alan of the local Tribe was headed into holy ground to do some ridge running and gleen georges more expert opinion on the lay of the land. Luckily J_Hough helped me out at work and i was able to cut out early so i could meet up with them and tag along. This started a wild wild weekend.

On the way there i had just enough time to throw some water in my camelbak and grab a fuel filter for my EMP bike, this weekend was gonna be the First time my lil girl got to see a bike rally.

2011 Oyster Run in Anacortes kicked off this weekend. For the past 3 years i've been rolling up there to meet with other like minded monkeys that enjoy building mini scoots and causing massive amount of mayhem on them. This year everyone finally took my lead of GOING TO ANACORTES BEFORE sunday when the actual rally takes place. Every year prior the group was meeting up in Everett, then on the morning of the OR itself they'd haul from down there all the way up to anacortes loosing parts along the way.. by the time they made it, it was almost over. So this year Shustarich set us up a SWANK space to camp in, had a garage to wrench in and everything.

Oyster Run 2011!!

So Friday morning i dropped of my Arch friend at the airport and went home to start packing for my weekends adventure, only to find that the plane was dead..

As luck would have it tho, the rearranged plane schedule required my bud to be in Pasco by 11. perfect. Me and AJ were planning on bouncing outta town by 10 putting us in the right place at the perfect time. So together we all packed up and hit the road.

We made Anacortes by early afternoon. Perfect timing to get the bikes out and go on a run. So like that it began. Felt like we were riding around almost every chance we got.

I had alot of things to tweak and fiddle with. I felt like the 17 tooth gear was just over geared (especially for all the hills around the area. ) so i needed to drop a tooth.. so that night when we got back from a wild run, i went at my bike with a fury. Somehow the left mirror wouldnt hold a position anymore, this started while they sat in a box.. wtF? swapped the gear, was now 2 or 3 drinks in.. i turned and shouted a retort to some bs, leaned on the bike *snap*.. fuck, that was my cheap rear left turn signal. i just snapped it off. duct tape. ok. wait, now the front right doesnt come on. GAHHH.. it unwired itself upfront.. ughh.. i KNEW i shoulda just soldered it all in place. OK. it works.. WTF?!? why doesnt the left front work? awesome i ripped the wire. i need another drink. That night the party was all around the fire and it was a great time.

Finally i got it all working. Tho now that i'm home i have a list of shit i need to tweak. (and that damn mirror is 1st on the list)

The next day was rad. we went on a ton of wild runs, starting with breakfast at the cornerstore. Then it was into the wild, where we found all sorts of tiny trailes to the peaks of the island with a stunning view and a completely straight up hill climb to the top.. Up narrow roads through the wet jungle, it was like at the top we were gonna find an elven temple. Epic.

Riding around that island was wild. the tempature would jump and drop around every side.. we came back to the ranch finally and laid some ribs on the grill. From there out things slowly ramped up, as we drank and wrenched. I traded pipes with a dude outta marysville. So now my bike looks even cooler. Later that nihgt Me and AJ dropped into town cause last year its like the streets were on fire with rowdiness.. sadly this year was just all out dissapointment.. the energy was just missing out there. So we returned back to the ranch and after some night riding on the bikes and what felt like defeat, we decided to raise cane right there.. and we did just that. within the hour, there was bear hats, girls spitting fire, cowboy cartwheels, burnouts and mayhem. and it didnt quit till about 5am.

Sunday morning came fast. We got on our bikes and shot down the freeway.. The Oyster Run has begun!! There were bikes on the road then anything else.. but DAMN the wind was GUSTY, once it threw me from one lane to the other without warning i slowed down a bit in hopes that at that speed i might recover easier.. Once we got to the run everyone scattered and browsed around. AJ jumped for a breakfast buffet, i found KC, marcy and chelsea and caught up for a while. ALl the bikes were great! even saw a pack of modded ruckas' and got to speak with the owner of This little cherry i saw on that site weeks ago. The lurkers on my bike were intense.. i'm not gonna be surprised if anyone spots my bike somewhere on the internet.. it had attention for sure.

The rain came, but only after everyone had packed up and left, we followed george back to his place to drop some stuff off and the rain came, and it poured but with only one block to go. Everyone lucked out this year :)

IT was 3pm. we started our homeward journey. Laughed. lived. Ate. Once home slept like a rock. today, i woke to reality. i dont dream. i have weekends that are living dreams.

:::[01.Sept.11]:::

Burner Reborn. I've noticed such a long story is coming. For the most part, i've needed time to digest what the hell happened the 2 weeks i was gone for the burn this year, tho the longer i wait and try to compile the memories the more faded they become. its coming.

:::[25.Aug.11]:::

The Summer of Dirt My road is under complete construction. New Water, sewer and concrete is projected to be what we'll score by probably october. But untill then its been a warzone in front of my place. Most of the time, we've been parking in the back. Sometimes i'll get the wild idea to blaze through the alley ways to avoid as much as possible and sneak the insight back into the driveway, or whenever possible i've been riding the EMP, which allows me the option of flying up the sidewalk till i can connect with something other than dirt.. as if dirt was the issue. I dont mind DIRT. But every 2 hours someone rolls thru with a giant water truck, spraying everything down.. i think to keep dust to a minimum.. but OMG. I cant tel you enough about how many times i've rolled in sometimes on no more than a 20 foot patch of "dirt" only to find it was a 10 foot mohawk shaped spray of mud behind me.. and when i'm on the bike.. that means i'm now covered in mud. :)

Burning Man started wayyy early for me this year. THe battle trailer has been coming along nicely, i've worked out a simple plan of conversion that will turn it into a full blown porch where i'll nest in a hammock. Solar lighting underneath the tarp awning. its a win.

I've not only created the ultimate playa ride, dubbegone n "The safari ride", but also helped create a FLEET of bikes.. the armada RIDES! dan built a whole new chopper with a battle sheild on the front. larry has his Deep Cycle mobil sound system, ora on the CowfacedShitwagon.. It's what i'm excited most about. and to think, today will be the major test. we roll out on a chaos ride in Full form.

Costumes and packing have been filling in all the unuised space in between major projects. the bat belt should be done today, as well as my hat and a few other sneaky surprises.

Oh damn this year is gonna be good.

:::[17.Aug.11]:::

Battle Trailer [b4]

So much to DO! so little time.

Damn, things have been busy lately, but luckily its been almost all play and only work that was needed to make it happen.

The pirate piarty went off seamlessly this year! best one to date easy. The crowd wasnt AS big as last year, but damn close and the intensity was easily just as fierce. This was the first year i felt i could actually hang out, party, play. It's all about deligation! Sheridan hosted the sword fight, Pete got the costume comp roarin and the amount of willing hands and great faces there to make it fun for all was just stellar! (pics soon!)

So after the pirate party a week after the epic rafting run.. i've got less than a week to get things ready for burning man.. OMG. so many things to do still! and everyday i slam out more and more!

I made a brand new janky junkyard bike complete with a 4 foot sissy bar to be my mega ride out on the playa, costumes are flying along. But now, i have a bigger project.. THE BATTLE TRAILER.

Let alone PACK. i been ran sackin yardsales lately not only trying to recoup my losses on the capsizing of the raft, but to find extra things that may give me a far bette burn. I ordered a new awesome 10x25 $20 monocular (you know thats cool) and the day it came, was the day i scored a set of 10x25 BiNoculars for $5 at a yardsale. HAHAH. these are my life frustrations. hehehe.

The greatest way to ever prep for a burning man, DONT EVER LET IT END.. so what do we do? Wild chaos bicycle rides thru town in costume blairing music. Even tho my time is short lately with all the wild things to do.. i still got time for these. ya missed the last one yesterday :) The Faun rode on!

:::[01.Aug.11]:::

I wanted adventure. I asked for Epic. I got it.

We headed out thursday night to catch up with the crew that had all built homemade rafts that we were planning to sail down the yakima river.

The moment we got there we walked into a party, so we had a blast that night and stayed up late under the stars. The next day just after getting a little food we headed into the great yakima river armed with a bottle of beer, a straw sun hat and a tube each. We did about 2-3 floats that whole day, really got a feel for the water.. it was a blast!

Saturday came after another night of partying campside, and we couldnt be more excited. ok, so long story short, i received a one 2 punch from MuthaNature. Just got the boat loaded into the water, Nobody aside from ryan and shaggy had seen it. The canopy was up and loaded with my rash gaurd from australia a few bags of marshmellow "ammo" and a potato cannon i snuck on as my secret weapon. We jumped on, haphazardly throwing the ropes and bungees, water bottles and other goods on the deck. The plan was to sort it out once on the water. But little did anyone know that we should have put in 100 feet downwater.. cause our expectations of the day were about to insanely differ from reality. The current was strong where we were, i was still trying to sort out the oars and ropes when we were sucked into some lowlying branches.. before i had a chance to even push off the canopy was ripped from the boat.. my shade. my ammo.. my god. I scrambled to grab the remains and throw them to the deck.. but by the time i turned around i found myself sitting on ropes from the anchor, ropes in my lap from the peices of the canopy and a huge downed tree swallowing another raft ahead of us whole. Their plywood and tube raft was woodchips in a heartbeat, jumping off and pulling the raft wasnt an option and it was only a chance to breathe in deep before we hit. Shaggy braced his legs against the tree, and the entire boat flipped. Capsized. Underwater. THe carpet of the deck against my face as i pressed up for air. well, she floats, so theirs air somewhere. Relax, flow. Fuck. i came up behind the boat, Chris was bounding through the water in attempt to pull me up "Get off me i'm fine, the BOAT dammit!" i cried. Like a true captain, i didnt care that my side bags containing my food, water, tools, supplies for the next 6 hour journey were ripped from the structure.. fuck the oars, fuck the canopy.. I'm not letting this river take my boat. WE were able together to pull it to shallow water where we could right the craft, then it took off.. i hopped aboard. Dropping the anchor i could pull and drift. i jmped off a little ways down and stopped the vessel. Everything was gone. SHaggy retrieved my oar. My luau style straw hat drifted up to me.. it was a wreck. like a mad max huck finn i was just happy i hadnt chaged into my short sleeve shirt. I lost everything... i was truly huck finn, left with only nature gave me. But i made it :) I had my boat, m oar, my hat, and my life. The next 6 hours were on full alert. But looking back.. i had fun. I wanted epic. i wanted waterworld. I wanted a story. I always get what i want.

So now I'm looking at my loss of so many things that were eaten by the waters as an oppurtunity to upgrade. A better Monocular. A better Flashlight. A better multitool. But really, i was reminded that i dont need anything but me.

The Pirate Party is Going to be a smash hit this year. I have prizes from Tatmandu, InlovewithBodyCare, Le Chateau Winery, Tan-A-Rama just to name a few.. Remember its BYOB so bring whatever you want to drink, and if ye bring something for me table of finger foods i'd be Much abliged. Tenative schedule coming soon!

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