Monday, June 22, 2015

I was in the circus my senior year

Went to the first H.S.graduation I ever saw in my life the other night . It was cool. I was glad I brought dark glasses. 
They were perfect for when I was tearing up as my family member walked the stage
 and just as useful for sleeping through he other several hundred kids that i never met till this moment. Congratulations all who made the grade!

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Pondering what my favorite part of yesterday was.

Riding my bike and having fireworks thrown at us from a moving car, or standing buck naked in my livingroom at 2 am squaring off with a man who had walked into our house while we were in bed....ok I'm marking every other thing that happened yesterday as my favorite. Big time glad yesterday is over. Olive was shook up by both but she was glad to see I can be not too confrontee in some situations and extremely confrontational in others.

Sunday, June 14, 2015

Fun footage from "The Behemoth's" side camera during the lit and loud ride.

I love all the sounds on this video so much. I make videos not as shows but like a window. I like documenting our cities landscape, culture and traditions. It's important in a world that is so subject to change. It's date night for Olive and Dingo, we decided to meet tons of folks at Irving park for the loud and lit bike ride.

Just a little late night jaunt with thousands of friends.
People from all quadrants of town filtered into the park like tiny rivers. Then we lay in the grass, take it in, and shake our booties until time to migrate en mass.
It was great night for a ride, not too hot, lots of darkness to be lit up and loud in. There were bikes and lights as far as the eye could see in both directions. We thought we were in the middle but waiting for some long moments we still could see no end. Some car people got a bit grumpy but most waved, smiled, high fived us, one group of women standing outside a bistro even proudly displayed their chesticles as we passed. Impressive, I would do that if I had those too I bet.
Some may say "Isn't blasting music late at night and delaying traffic kind of obnoxious"?
I will give you that, it can be very obnoxious...but not nearly as obnoxious as a freeway. The hood is dead quiet, them amazingly lit and loud, then quiet again. That's just a tiny fraction of the obnoxiousness of a 24-7 freeway and with 0% of the asbestos particles (from brake pads) and toxic fuel fumes (from tail pipes). Now that is what I call value.

Big thanks to Jon Dutch and Brian Sysfail for working this grand party out. Great seeing Kamikazi Karl riding Pac Man and all the folks who went all out to deck those bikes and wagons out.  Big ups to all our friends who demonstrated great cycling skills while tightly packed. I hope you guys enjoy this.

Thursday, June 11, 2015

T.B.T. early 90's, somewhere in Texas.

 I was hitch hiking cross country and ended up on a little road in the hill country. I didn't have a map (or even water) but I did have three kinds of fudge. It was dusk (or maybe dawn) I stopped to find the fudge and when I stood up a strange thing happened. I forgot what direction I was going. The world looked identical in both directions. I tossed a coin and eventually ended up in Florida.

I was looking for Portland from the gate. I just didn't know where it was or what it was called. One thing I learned in my many travels is to leave with nothing. First time out I went with top grade gear and lost all of it the first week. You get stuff along the too much fudge and the oz. of useless pot I had..I was gifted the green from a business man who needed an extra driver. He slept in the back seat with a magnum across his chest and dropped the fat sack as a reward a few hundred miles later. As I marched the fudge slowly melted down my front giving the impression that my belly button had diarrhea. I had to ditch my clothes and give away as much weed as possible before the county Mounties found it on me..Outside a Piggly Wiggly off I-10 I traded a huge handful of weed for some gross overalls, milk, peanut butter and a loaf of white bread. The ganja was useless to me because paranoia and hitch hiking don't go together very well at all. Ya like how I was looking for Portland but struck out in the perfectly opposite direction? coins, only right half the time.