77 years of marrige

dust it off

when your 80. you'll have a slight impotence speed bump. you will be faced with this. a beignet.
dust it off...and hit it

battery charger

my charger is at nicks house in bfeagle rock. i cant up load any pics cause i can't charge up. my fault.

congrats to nick and da'naynay on their new girl zoe, to the mota's on my nature son cruz fielding,and to the wing and elsa on mateao james.

picture of new babies here.

lint

cotton is the best lint. the three biggest comsumers of cotton are the household dryer, the moth, and the belly button. now, chesthair, to many peoples dismay, was invented by mother nature to devour t-shirts. if you notice, most chesthair patterns tend to all direct their growth toward the navel. this is how the belly button eats. it reminds me of the desert scene in return of the jedi when the sand monster thing grabs onto lando calrission (billy dee williams, colt 45, it works every time) and tries to eat him but does not sucseed.

belly button lint is a great way to tipp. leave the normal 18 to 20% and your stored lint from the shirt of the day. you're showing your appreciation to the employee by giving them a piece of the shirt off your back.

beware of over drying your shirts. your dryer might like your shirt more than your chesthair. use moth balls.

sniff the hoof!!!

it wasn't your average trip to the portal. it's usually a solo or a plus one kinda mission, and with the mindset of indiana jones. this was a mission to capture a image. or numerous images. our team consisted of a heavy metal italian with a hip hop edge and a liking for getting a deep lobster tan, a street kid soon to be daada who peers through lenses and examines light, a 19 year old mini man truck life liver who wants to know the best way to get rid of hicups in a drunkin state, a balding debaser on the border of implosion due to the absurdity of life, a hair compressing(c300) stylist, a masking exteamster, a partying lover of tassels in the color of coral, a scorpio hand holder that thinks in numbers, a lover of flashdance and firefighters, and a model.

the lens holder had a vision.
so did the coral lover.

there was a medium...it was met, with a lil' OT and a lil' less light.

there was black kettles (i didn't paint'm black), arrows, bows, knifes,a beau or bo horse (depending how you look at it), whiskey the blu healer, artifacts under the feet which many or all had no idea were under us, landscapes, colors, and shades you'd see only in dreams. and of coarse, marty robbins mustache made an appearance via el paso through a banquet beer.

but in the end, after the objective was accomplished...there was the hoof. and at some point it had to be smelt. thank you britt. and now to the photoshopping.

time will help most wounds

anybody game to check the "lonesome heroes" at the mint or in boulder creek cali?

THE RECORD OF THE SUMMER!!!

LETS PAR'TAY!!!...SHI'MON!!!

Truckers for jesus...

now let me fucking tell you somethin...
truckers for jesus drive faster and more out of control than most other truckers.
rumor is... they ride the rail. scaary. so, next time you're on the road and a glowing cross is creeping up in the rearview...get the hell outta the way. that doode is on rail and he truckin for a fantasy.

clean up yer teefers!!!

but don't do it here!!!

iduno bout choo...but i hope never to be caught dead in a joint that be clean'n da teef wit da wang...

wicked mate

My dear friend George Inglizian

he has moved on. soul. it's out and about. kinda nice to feel him around in my daily actions. in music, in the water, over the ocean, through the desert, i'm feeling him flying around, like when the wind blows snowflakes around and you can see what the wind is doing. that's how i see him. flying around everything that is good. that is him. that is my friend. that is George.

this is my good friend Scotts (George's son-in-laws) eulogy to the man.



The Secret to Life


Hi, I’m Scott – George’s son in law.

George was a renaissance man. He knew a lot, about a lot of stuff. He even claimed to know the secret to life.

Before I let you know what it is, I have to tell you about my relationship with George. I loved him. He meant the world to me. He was a father and a best friend. He made me apart of his family. He gave me the hand to his daughter.

Together we traveled, to Mexico to the Sierras, we wandered. We hiked, looked at plants and marveled at the natural world. We built houses. We gardened. Partied. We shot guns. We talked about women, being married and raising kids. He was apart of the birth of my children. We surfed 8 foot waves, well sort of. We played like little boys.

George lived life. He walked to his own beat. He inspired me. He told me, The Secret to Life, was to have fun. We had a lot of fun together.

On my last conversation with George, the day before he passed away, he told me to take care of myself and my family. I will.

Arnold.

so i was listening to the stone roses, reading all these funny as comments about "arnold" and his "maid"/"mistress" and laughing my ass off on a thursday.

i stumbled across this comment by a : mr. ward.

now i haven't heard the term "pump...you up" in so long, but when i read that line, i almost had to grab toilet paper. without further ado...the quote.

Arnold is no handsome man, but he was definitely appealing to Maria, otherwise there would never have been a marriage. This buffalo he knocked up, is disgusting to say the least, but she kn ew a good thing when it came up. four bedroom house, swimming pool, and I am sure a nice amount of child support from the man. This goes to show you that Arnold means what he says ,
"Im hear to pump you up". I wonder if anyone else will come forward that has been pumped up?

if you're are to young to understand "pump...you up" youtube SNL pump you up. way funny.

if you don't want a kid, don't top it off. cheers. ja.

"WHADA BOUT LUB!!!"

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I've been cheating

I've been waiting for you to buy me new shoes

I'm pretending like that's ok, and that's all I can do

The love I'm sending

Ain't making it through to your checking account

You've been hiding your money, never letting it show

Always trying to keep your credit card under control

You got it down and you're well

On the way to the top

But there's something that you forgot
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What about love

Don't you want someone to care about your wallet?

What about love

Don't let your credit get too high

What about love

I only want to spend your money on shoes

You won't need it someday
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I can't tell you what you're feeling inside

I can't sell you what you don't want to buy (/pft emoticon)

Something's missing and you got to

Look back on your bank statement

You know something here just ain't right
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What about love Don't you want someone to care about your wallet? What about love Don't let your credit get too high What about love I only want to spend your money on shoes What about love Don't you want someone to care about your wallet What about love Don't let your credit get too high What about love I only want to spend your money on shoes
HaioHaoi 2 weeks ago

so yesterday...

we had some breky...nic and i that is. wind, weird clouds, big basic with bacon, nic had sides. he's a sides guy. our day was about done at 9;30am. this is when a good farmer starts to taper off his day and cracks a bud. we had other plans. EAST i tell you. and like that, we went. we got some great pictures, found a time capsule, ate pizza, drank coors, and collected snow on the cowboy hats.



owens valley to mt. whitney portal...may 9th. jayson cormiers b-day...
and why was it snowing?

feel it...enjoy it.........that's what it's for.

how bout another?

damn it jim...
this shit is so frekin good.

a trip out to the magic

!BUENOS DIAS!

the act of removing

i won't lie...i could see a wee bit out the bottom of the blindfold. but whatever. people laughed.

"We Are Augustines"

more heart than almost anything else going on...and i love it.

saw them last nite in costa mesa. amazing show. billy and i talked after the show about our loves for mexico, and keeping the light in front of you. it was a good nite.

good luck gents.

you can never own beer... it's only on rental.

i was going to title this entry, "victim and prey", but that was a little trite, so, the beer one won.

offshore winds
sneak attack swell
kinda hungee
wrong equipment

board kissed me. in a very unhumbling way.


smile bigger

meet my friend George Inglizian

My friend is fighting a hard fight right now, and if everyone out there can keep this gentle man in your thoughts it would be greatly appreciated. He's an ER doctor,(he may have helped you out once), a husband, a father, a grandfather, a inquisitive guru, a conversationalist, a surfer, and my friend.

be strong George.

"Rehab" White

"the siiiick mate chronicles". sicky sicky.

new camera...

...has the capabilities of a dolphin!!!

we love good food just like you do

Being unTired.

being untired is very helpless feeling. feels like too much sugar or caffeine and trying to sleep. but, you are legitimately tired and the nerves won't let ya sleep.
totally f'ed.

broken social scene...totally rip house.

fresh to stale.

take for instance the banana.
now, parallel the banana with everything you think is cool.
now at first the banana is a bit green and it takes a certain braver person to grind down.
as the banana becomes more and more yellow, they become more edible to more people.
when the banana becomes slightly bruised, most will still eat it, but it may have lost the likes of the braver who got in on it back in the green days.
finally, the brownana, most people won't step up to this and a couple people think its still ok to eat.

if you don't get this, well, i may not really get you.

all things fresh, will go stale.

it's either really early, or really late. depends on how you look at it.

vancooter, BC...not like AD.
uva wine bar
players ciggs

best m&m song ever!!!

memorieeeees!!!

beer all over everything. 13 yardsales in a pick up truck to mexico for all you can drink nite. "are we still alive?" jumping cars down b street. bottle rockets in the car. roman candles shots at friends the way to the bar. vespas on the freeway. jumpramp school(rest in peace) concoarse with 40's. chesterfield kings. kids cups. felspar. the holloween party inventors.

and thats not even the beginning. i'm glad we made it. we had our dukes up.

cheers boys

droplets of yes and no, in an ocean of maybe.

sxsw... take a dive5...the finale...

so all'n'all, an epic trip. 11 hours of sleep in 4 nights, tons of beers, tons of steak, tons of music. cheers to austin and its wonderful inhabitants, and the peeps at the lustre pearl.

jack white playing in a jumpsuit and gasmask in front of his mobile music truck.

devotchka bringing love and wine to the stage. (super nice peeps by the way. cheers shawn.)
and after okkervil river close it all up. we did the same. this is josh 'jim' thorpe, and paul our savior.
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cheers austin.

sxsw...take quatro

music fans.
"doode! lets go to sxsw...fuck hotel rooms, fuck passes, were going full freedom ride styles,\. we'll just sleep in the foyer of the omni, they wont kick us out." holy shit. they didnt' even kick'm out. i like when kids ride free. they're learning. thats a great thing.

sxsw...take this many.

life size cereal box maze.
took me a bit to get out.

a perfect smile

wirey mustache, with some gold accents.
guy makes the most wicked tex mex burritos.
shi'mon way!!!

sxsw...take two. the schlongs

if your don't fear thee other white meat, this is a must when in austin.
try the chubracabra. wicked awesome.

sxsw...take one. the suspects.

this is will, and HCT,"see you in da pit"

marc, dj pap, pat, will.


as reps for dickies and filter magazine, the posse arrived at the omni in austin. here comes fast livin.

get pulled in...get rained out. welcome to marrysbergville WA

the DOT weigh station cops pulled me out of the rigg.
i think they saw the cali plates and me rocking out on the cameras a mile before the station. no infraction was given but, he talk to me like a middle school principal and then his hearing aid battery went out. kinda sad.....he was very embarrassed....he was maybe 70yrs young... and his name badge read "Rambo"...no joke.
but, i still look back and laugh my ass off that the hearing aid went out. maybe it was karma. "YOU KNEW THE ANSWER TO THAT BEFORE YOU ASKED!"

Indian casino. maarrysvilleberg. waiting.

rogue riverish, oregon. (watching it rain)

2 doodes
1 a cook at a hospital.
1 does sheetrock
both broke at reststop with a cardboard sign.
beat up honda, loud muffler.
gave'em a viente, and told'em to ride free and never litter.

killin bugs in cali

America's last World War I veteran dies

Frank Buckles lied about his age to get into uniform . Have a safe trip home to your wife and your friends.(frank turned 110 years young on feb 1st)

www.cougarlife.com

you would be surprised to find out where your mom is...

Regaining THE STOKE.

ya see, the word "STOKED" gets thrown around way to easily these days. kinda like a Canadian whore. not that i know that they're easy, but, i did have one say she stick around to eat footloops with me after. that conversation never got off the street.

anyhoo, "stoked", can only be pertained to a surfer. and, the only definition for "stoked", is when "a surfer is so excited about the surf he just had or is going to have, he is caught in bliss."

so, for like 6 weeks now, i have kinda lost the stoke. not cool. for most surfers the stoke is what keeps them alive. like a drug. a true surfer "whatever that is" will not act like the same person if the stoke is out of his body. i needed it back. desperately.
so, 2 days ago, i went surfing and the waves were acceptionally good. instead of surfing the standard board "like the ones you see kelly slater on" i paddled out a little foam board. not a tool...a toy. and holy shit. the stoked entered my body before i even got in the water. i was hootin and holla'n, and giggle'n like a little kid. i caught a bunch of waves and even got barreled on that lil'thang. super fun.
the stoke is back, and i'm glad it is. everything i engage in has a little more light on it now. like a satin finish.

Meet my friend Ezra Gray...

tuffer than nails...
keep him in your thoughts.

fight hard buddy.