Tonight at La Purga, 3795 30th Street. A bunch of custom painted cigar boxes by a bunch of local artists, DJ muthaphuckin’ Pound will be there as will a bunch of hipster cool guys and the like. Be there or smell like resin.
Puerto Rico on Flickr
I uploaded all the photos and deleted more than half of them but there are still quite a few left. Go here to view the set on flickr.
Home… is wherever it aint this hot (I <3 SD)
is sun burnt, sore in the legs, dreading the return flight, getting sick (flu?), almost finished with private parts (thnx Conor!), a little annoyed with mom, very annoyed with T-mobile (49 cents a minute to dial out in Puerto Rico!!), hungry as a drunken frat girls vagina, feeling slightly taken advantage of by the locals (EXPENSIVE!!) and waiting for Tito Lolo to stop by and say goodbye… fucking LOVE that guy! All in all a slightly mind blowing experience, it’s always a trip to see where you come from. I am an end branch in a complex weave of tree branches yet to rear fruit. My moms side of the family is so cool, they made my father cool.
I can’t help but feel a little sorry for my family out here, it’s too crazy. You learn to adapt but I like my little bubble with perfect weather much too much to ever be a resident. At the same time I am amazed that there is a tiny island full of people here who represent a huge part of who I am culturally and feel this pull to join them. Sort of like a black man from Chicago going to Mother Africa.
As a PR x CA transplant I think I am Puerto Rican but upon arriving I realize I’m not loud enough haha. More bitching and a few photos when I get home y Los Simpsons son mucho mas mejor en espanol jaja. Love.
Word of the Day: Retention
Indeed, retention is a good thing. I’d used cages and straps in the past and found them to be a bigger pain to get into and get out of than they were worth. I always wanted them as a child because grown up bikes had them. Up until now I never had used a bike for serious commuting and had never really been exposed to the road for such long amounts of time.
Having a few hills to battle on my way home I figured some retention might help make the climb a little more tolerable. After a while of looking around at different toe clips and stuff I realized I did not want to deal with it and figured maybe straps would be more what I wanted. After deciding on the straps I wanted they had sold out so I picked up a less expensive alternative from Burro. I figured they should get the job done and that they did. It was quite an epiphany. I had been riding with half of my pedal potential just pushing pedals downward when the whole time I could be pulling up too. I knew this before hand but just felt it didn’t apply to me because I wasn’t doing tricks and shit.
Now my legs are enduring a sort of revamping of their routine, new muscles being used. While my pedaling has become twice as effective my legs become tired almost twice as fast… or something close to that, who knows the point is you are never too cool for some good ole’ foot retention. By next week I’m sure my legs will be stoked and they will pump like pistons up those pesky hills.
It is worth mentioning that while I don’t really dig messenger bags and stuff Burro makes some really cool stuff from recycled billboards (NICE).
Brown, Blue and White
Have a Merry Christmas Folks! Here are some videos sure to warm your cockles haha or something. We’ve got some brown dood from a project Conor worked on, Ernest and the Jingle Cats!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2cFhR_hKxYA
Testing Testing
1… 2… 3… What number do you see here?
Marusan MJ Thriller Pre-Orders
Man I aint seen a toy I would punch a child in the head for in a while. The Thriller toys are a tribute to Mr. Jackson and his most awesome video. If it wasn’t for the ridiculous price of $100 per figure I would be all over these f*ckin’ things. The whole concept just works really well with the big heads and everything. If you’ve got the scratch Pre-Order Now. More photos after jump.
Old Forester Birthday Bourbon
I’ve never had the pleasure of tasting this specialty bottling of Old Forester so when I saw it at BevMo last week I had to swoop it up. They also had a 75th Anniversary Prohibition Repeal box set with a smaller bottle of what I assume is “commemorative” whiskey and a sweet Old Forester sniffy glass.
Again I find myself totally impressed by what is in my glass. This particular bottling was distilled in 1997 and bottled in 2009. So it is double digits in age, always a good thing. At 97 proof it is exceptionally smooth with a splash of cold water. Initial prognosis was vanilla, cranberries, bacon. It has a nice dark complexion and looks great in the glass. Sweet flavors left the glass smelling like some sort of bourbon infused cotton candy the next morning (typical of most older bourbons).
I really like it and will be drinking it only on special occasions… maybe birthdays (durpa durp). Over time I have found that if I drink the fancy bottles like they are every day pours I am sad that they are gone so fast. So I’ve been trying to make anything over $45 last a while.
Flannel Pervin’
My black friday splurge, well the part of it that didn’t get oversold and left me without nice jeans 🙁 Haven’t actually seen the flannel in person so I don’t know if it’s gonna be a super soft flanny or something more like the other ludwig flannels I own which are like polyester or something kinda thick and furry. It is very much yellow the alternate being a black and purple one which I just couldn’t see myself wearing.
Throw some paint on it
It’s taken a few months but I have made a little progress. I coated my frame and fork in hot rod black primer after stripping all the paint off. I was rockin’ the raw steel but was noticing little rust spots appearing anywhere water had been for more than a few seconds. So I sanded it down, threw some paint on it and boom. Also got the bigger pink tires in. It’s still missing a few ingredients but all in due time.
Did You Think…
I was gonna let thanksgiving go without the old creature slappin’ turkey makin an appearance??? DID YOU!!!!!??? WOMP WOMP WOMP WOMP
The Mysteries of the Miso
Lat night I was at a cool little Japanese food spot me and the old lady frequent and as I was slurping my Miso soup I noticed that as it sits it is perpetually in motion like a cloud that is constantly growing into itself but never actually grows in size. I stared into it and realized that is what it feels like is happening in my brain whenever I did psychedelics in the past.
In a sense the bowl of Miso was like a brain with lines in it, but after a while of growing into itself like my brain would on psychedelics those lines began to turn into holes. Xty pointed that out once I told her “this is your brain on psychedelics.” Then it hit us… Opening your mind = holes in the brain! Which we all know drug are known to make caverns in the brains if abused. If psychedelics causes the brain to grow inward and that causes the lines in your brain to turn to holes you literally open the space necessary for viewing life as it really is (whatever that means to you and your kinfolk) Either way love those around you, eat the Miso it’s delicious and enjoy your small estate on this planet < universe < time + space… our time is short… ummmmm… Flash Forward!