From: Yeyo G. Happy 2011 !!!Here's to more pleasant and rad times, arranging that perfect beat-mash-mix-loop-synth-chord-drum pattern-midi sequence-filter-squelch and composing better more palatable dance music to make people sweaty, happy, cognizant, respectable, serious, angsty, rhythmic and growing into a more creative life, make sex and love like there is only one from many and become economically independent through a subversive means with in cultural integrity.
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Onto the next report on the BikeForPeace 2010 ride:
July 25-26-27
The extended stay at the Host site. A really nice retired couple that fed our weary bodies and I gave them my unread copy of a Rachel Carson book that I had been holding on to. They accepted it A headache was all I could think about and wanted it out of my brains. The days ride before was mutually humbling. Overdressed and under equipped for riding was the lesson. ( learned )
New tire, back up chain, toobs, patch kit, the mainstays if your heading into the cutties.
A.I.A.D.R ( All in a days ride), the motto and nonchalant comment when things happen unexpectedly on the road. We roll with the mechanical faults, and revere the moments of pure cyclic motions.
Murphy's Law (What can happen, will happen), when all you want in a day is to make it to the next destination, eat lot of grub, and sleep, then, ol Murph and his cursed law hits with an advantage then things happen on a learning curve.
26th
FAIL. I did not make the morning jounce out the host site. Discovered a slow leak in toob and had to wait till 3pm for the calvary to show up. THANKS to Yaney and her cool brother and with their support I was escorted to base camp. (per say). The core met up at the base of the Sacramento Sierra Nevada Mountains for a 7k mile summit reach, my first real climb :D.
Honestly I was dreading the moment when I had to trudge up a 5% incline. The core was committed. Some on the participating riders where actually recommended to either SAG up the climb or turn around and go home. Why? To save them from literally killing themselves.
The Sierras:
Glistening sparkles in the paving gravel looked like a negatively exposed sky line when the sun broke free it transparent rays. Dried grasses and gravel welcome any willing napper to nestle into the coolness of the conifer boughs shade. The core sways up the grade with much pace, in line with an elephant's grazing progress.
I keep my head lowered and begin to focus and seperate my muscles into their own work pace. I try to ignore the warm embrace of the Morning Star. I can actually smell its presence on me, the residual heat sinks into places of comfort, and displaces their saftey, and combine that with endless seat shift and you get a really annoying discomfort.
Pain is having uncontrollable back spasms throughout the climbs until I reasoned with my own physiology and made some amending postures to relieve myself. The numbing of the wrists and elbows was post incidental. When one pain sensory subsided, another would reap the benefits of the abandoned pain node and eat up the goods. Get it? Muscles begin to stretch and fold, mend and tear, leak and bleed as if being flogged f for some sadistic pleasure. Yes my aches and pains were well welcome.
Core makes it to the summit via SAG. because the SNM's are fuking kill shots to the head, a real psychological mammoth to overcome for the new riders. It turns out that two cyclist made it up to the host site, which I was not surprised to see who it was.
Apologies needed here for the lack of evident photos.
MORE TO COME...
Be well to your friends, and learn to love.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Another BIKE FOR PEACE 2010 -late- update.
As of this post, I am no longer touring the states. However, I do choose to continue updating this blog as time and motivation permits. So, without further delay. Here is another tale of harrowing adventure brought to you by the BIKE FOR PEACE 2010 kids...
(put on dream helmets ....now)
JULY--24th (still not in the thik of it yet)
Thank you Kat at the FLuX Theater in Oakland for the couch.
Thank you Black Dot Cafe for the copious amounts of food, also out of Oak.
Met up with J London and his statue and took a flick, waiting to meet up with Vern, Ron and Yaney. Feeling very hyped and glad to finally meet we all sashayed to the dinner at the BDC. Heck Ron and I even bough some fryed rice. Acceptable.
Ron- "Sore butts and Full Guts".
We all broke and planned to meet up at 8am to ride and eventually meet up with a support crew and their ilk and make a day of it.
Flux Theater was where i found my couch for the night. Finding this company took almost 3 hours of exploring the Oakland lake side, up until I finally asked some bros at a tattoo shot how far I was in correlation. I was far off from reaching my destination.
I called WhoopKat numerous timed to get coordinated and finally hopped on the BART and jammed out and away from the cold night.
.............................................................................................................................................................
JULY 25th
Im off and out the Flux by 5am to catch the Bart and meet up Jacob London Square in the Oak. Crispy ass morning and not to much people out so I had the majority of the road to scorch as I saw fit.
*** We cheated a little and took the train to catch up on the lost time and met up with the Wheelmen***
All the above mentioned where present minus I believe one, who would meet up later.
I suffered a little on the initial breaking in of my bike Thiberuex the luggage and I as well.
The human body is so amazing in how it can change to suit and adapt to any climate. It is the most versatile piece of bio-organic assemblage that I have every had the blessing to own and operate, out-right.
2, flat tires and allot of slow pace up the hill out of Montrose, California. Most of the Wheelmen had taken no time in displaying their prowess in leaving other bikers behind, mainly the touring folk who had to carry all their possessions. (we had no SAG support at this time)
I saw bike computers fall out of pockets of the speedy cyclist, Ron and I just laughed as I cracked jokes at the circumstantials of the "un-weighted cyclists".
I saw a parked oil tanker while passing over one freeway bridge. I felt like pipe bombing something that moment, yet the view from above was pacifying me to move along.
We managed to make out of the dogged freeway and trundle ourselves into the farmlands where the heat of midday would be equal to say, the dangers of falling off a precipice.
I was not prepared correctly enough to veer from becoming hungry and losing energy, but Ron and Vern, bless them, they were versed in finding food along the way, in trees and nuts (Handlebar food).
Forge on, peddle and Muddle on through the heat and severely sweaty day. Conversation where nill and narrowed down to subjects like water, and you would often hear me say "I'm thirsty, hungry, and tired",
"time for a break".
My layered clothing soon began to peel off my sweaty carcass, one by one. (overdressed and maybe not the right gear).
We were warned continuously by Vern to never pour water on top of out head, or we would get tung lashed, if he saw anyone do that.
I saw every piece of shade made from a tree, as if it were a pool of cool refreshing darkness, out of the sun rays. I wanted to lay down in the darkness. I even began to think of ways to find extra water, like dig a deep hole and throw cool dirt upon myself like elephants do to cool off.
One time we all figured to rest in a shady spot in some persons yard and use their water hose and cool off, but though it could have the potential to become perilous.
Maybe we could of had an epic WATER FIGHT!
I ended the day become head achy from being to dehydrated.
*It is said that humans do not drink nearly enough water to keep hydrated*
I mean WATER not soda. Gatorade is acceptable yes maybe but only if your being ACTIVE like they perceive so in their commercials. You know?
It is also not wise to drink energy drinks as that may prove to be your downfall in terms of giving you a heart attack and or become diagnosed as having diabetes...
DONT DRIVE TOO MUCH OF THAT CRAPPY ASS CAR.
BIKE TO WORK ONCE A WEEK.
.......see you on the pathways.....
YNM
(put on dream helmets ....now)
JULY--24th (still not in the thik of it yet)
Thank you Kat at the FLuX Theater in Oakland for the couch.
Thank you Black Dot Cafe for the copious amounts of food, also out of Oak.
Met up with J London and his statue and took a flick, waiting to meet up with Vern, Ron and Yaney. Feeling very hyped and glad to finally meet we all sashayed to the dinner at the BDC. Heck Ron and I even bough some fryed rice. Acceptable.
Ron- "Sore butts and Full Guts".
We all broke and planned to meet up at 8am to ride and eventually meet up with a support crew and their ilk and make a day of it.
Flux Theater was where i found my couch for the night. Finding this company took almost 3 hours of exploring the Oakland lake side, up until I finally asked some bros at a tattoo shot how far I was in correlation. I was far off from reaching my destination.
I called WhoopKat numerous timed to get coordinated and finally hopped on the BART and jammed out and away from the cold night.
.............................................................................................................................................................
JULY 25th
Im off and out the Flux by 5am to catch the Bart and meet up Jacob London Square in the Oak. Crispy ass morning and not to much people out so I had the majority of the road to scorch as I saw fit.
*** We cheated a little and took the train to catch up on the lost time and met up with the Wheelmen***
All the above mentioned where present minus I believe one, who would meet up later.
I suffered a little on the initial breaking in of my bike Thiberuex the luggage and I as well.
The human body is so amazing in how it can change to suit and adapt to any climate. It is the most versatile piece of bio-organic assemblage that I have every had the blessing to own and operate, out-right.
2, flat tires and allot of slow pace up the hill out of Montrose, California. Most of the Wheelmen had taken no time in displaying their prowess in leaving other bikers behind, mainly the touring folk who had to carry all their possessions. (we had no SAG support at this time)
I saw bike computers fall out of pockets of the speedy cyclist, Ron and I just laughed as I cracked jokes at the circumstantials of the "un-weighted cyclists".
I saw a parked oil tanker while passing over one freeway bridge. I felt like pipe bombing something that moment, yet the view from above was pacifying me to move along.
We managed to make out of the dogged freeway and trundle ourselves into the farmlands where the heat of midday would be equal to say, the dangers of falling off a precipice.
I was not prepared correctly enough to veer from becoming hungry and losing energy, but Ron and Vern, bless them, they were versed in finding food along the way, in trees and nuts (Handlebar food).
Forge on, peddle and Muddle on through the heat and severely sweaty day. Conversation where nill and narrowed down to subjects like water, and you would often hear me say "I'm thirsty, hungry, and tired",
"time for a break".
My layered clothing soon began to peel off my sweaty carcass, one by one. (overdressed and maybe not the right gear).
We were warned continuously by Vern to never pour water on top of out head, or we would get tung lashed, if he saw anyone do that.
I saw every piece of shade made from a tree, as if it were a pool of cool refreshing darkness, out of the sun rays. I wanted to lay down in the darkness. I even began to think of ways to find extra water, like dig a deep hole and throw cool dirt upon myself like elephants do to cool off.
One time we all figured to rest in a shady spot in some persons yard and use their water hose and cool off, but though it could have the potential to become perilous.
Maybe we could of had an epic WATER FIGHT!
I ended the day become head achy from being to dehydrated.
*It is said that humans do not drink nearly enough water to keep hydrated*
I mean WATER not soda. Gatorade is acceptable yes maybe but only if your being ACTIVE like they perceive so in their commercials. You know?
It is also not wise to drink energy drinks as that may prove to be your downfall in terms of giving you a heart attack and or become diagnosed as having diabetes...
DONT DRIVE TOO MUCH OF THAT CRAPPY ASS CAR.
BIKE TO WORK ONCE A WEEK.
.......see you on the pathways.....
YNM
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Bike4Peace2010: Kick off post..
Journal Entry: 7/25/10
Left Santa Cruz; My lady-love and pup and a cool gig are waiting whenbce I return on this ride for Peace. A readily and haste opinion of trains and travel et al.; a nice way to go about, transport, and be there already, where you want to be.
In Oakland: Met the core of Bike4Peace riders. Uypon firt impression, which will most likley advance is time toward complete
Vernon Huffmon: A dedicated, knowledgable man with a big heart. Scruff and tough with a soft side for things important to the environment. He ran for congress? at one time. Likes to eat out of a feed bag, and use his 'bail- out' gear on certain grades.
Yaney: Coordinated, motivated to gather information on things of importance and can remedy the need for plans if needed and would like to ride bikes as much a permitably possible. Likes Vern allot.
Ron Toppi. The streangth of a seasoned rider and worth his weight in precious materials. KNows the ins' n out's of touring, can start up NPO and be hella cool abhout it.
Cynthia M.: The official first timer interms of touring by bike. Accepting and also very supportive. She is one half of the SAG support. Did I mention that she is also our official congressional representative? Yea...pretty kick ass.
Scott T.; Hails from Boston and the collective; Bikes not Bombs, so you know already that there is some coolness happening already. An interesting sense of humor, can cook, and is has a well rounded sense of all things asked of. He can seem reserved but I bet that he is thinking of somthing funny to say and is patient about his timing.
Annie S.: An organized and more specific about planning that any other rider. Like to get the hard climbs done and over in the early AM's and knows the lay of the route well. She is also a consistant rider. It is fun to make her luagh and show interesting thing about plants too.
Start of the ride from Oakland: We started our ride by taking a train out of dodge to an easier starting spot, mainly becuase we were lagging on time and needed to meet up with some other riders!! @@ *activate cheat code shhhh*
(SAG)= Support and Gear.
(santa cruz "intentcity" before the leap of fun).
MTBA...as time allows.
Left Santa Cruz; My lady-love and pup and a cool gig are waiting whenbce I return on this ride for Peace. A readily and haste opinion of trains and travel et al.; a nice way to go about, transport, and be there already, where you want to be.
In Oakland: Met the core of Bike4Peace riders. Uypon firt impression, which will most likley advance is time toward complete
Vernon Huffmon: A dedicated, knowledgable man with a big heart. Scruff and tough with a soft side for things important to the environment. He ran for congress? at one time. Likes to eat out of a feed bag, and use his 'bail- out' gear on certain grades.
Yaney: Coordinated, motivated to gather information on things of importance and can remedy the need for plans if needed and would like to ride bikes as much a permitably possible. Likes Vern allot.
Ron Toppi. The streangth of a seasoned rider and worth his weight in precious materials. KNows the ins' n out's of touring, can start up NPO and be hella cool abhout it.
Cynthia M.: The official first timer interms of touring by bike. Accepting and also very supportive. She is one half of the SAG support. Did I mention that she is also our official congressional representative? Yea...pretty kick ass.
Scott T.; Hails from Boston and the collective; Bikes not Bombs, so you know already that there is some coolness happening already. An interesting sense of humor, can cook, and is has a well rounded sense of all things asked of. He can seem reserved but I bet that he is thinking of somthing funny to say and is patient about his timing.
Annie S.: An organized and more specific about planning that any other rider. Like to get the hard climbs done and over in the early AM's and knows the lay of the route well. She is also a consistant rider. It is fun to make her luagh and show interesting thing about plants too.
Start of the ride from Oakland: We started our ride by taking a train out of dodge to an easier starting spot, mainly becuase we were lagging on time and needed to meet up with some other riders!! @@ *activate cheat code shhhh*
(SAG)= Support and Gear.
(santa cruz "intentcity" before the leap of fun).MTBA...as time allows.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Desert muddle
B4p.bbnow.org update: nevada desert is unforgiving in that it is a real trial of wits and stamina. The sun slices every part of the human being. We land in a rustic motel on highway 50. I witness a huge land fire off in the distace under the purple sky, slapping mosquitos off, who are just dying to get a drink just like we are. Tomorrow. Rest.
Friday, July 16, 2010
new PleasureBoatRecords release in the pipe line...
Not quite ready...in for mastering at the moment. Not even titled, or for that matter, have an idea of what its context really is saying. I guess I would plan on listening to the raw data and see if I can feel what sort of message I am conjuring up here. So far its a bloody mess and would do well to have some skin on them bones.
Here is a track from PBR artist and all around nice, warm, tall, and approachable ship mate ---RELCAD.
Relcad- You Bring the Juice (from Capitol Island OUT JULY 23RD) by Pleasure Boat Records
Here is a track from PBR artist and all around nice, warm, tall, and approachable ship mate ---RELCAD.
Relcad- You Bring the Juice (from Capitol Island OUT JULY 23RD) by Pleasure Boat Records
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