I call this one...

COTN (Children of the Night) @ AlphaBeta

I wrote to Brimley tonight, "...they say Wu Tang and Tribe. But I'd say Jungle Brothers and Camp Lo had a baby with Madlib."

To Push or to Pull

New York is made up of positively and negatively charged energy. Energy that presents us with situations and choices. Instead of asking yourself what the hell this guy is doing, ask if I helped him or not by doing nothing.

The Palouse (F.K.A. Kiefer's Flatliner dream)

I woke up in Idaho, on MaryJane's Farm at 05:30. It was 08:30 at home, and my tent had gotten just brighter than pitch black. So in the spirit of the farm life I decided to get up and watch the sunrise in the hammock nearby. But when I got out, I realized the sun was coming up somewhere else. So I followed it. Actually, I ran to it. Down the gravel road, and out of the farm. I cut left up this hill, and was high-stepping through the cut wheat(?). I must have looked like a possessed lunatic. But it looked apocalyptic. 

By the time I got to the top of this hill, I thought, "Damn, I bet this would look even sweeter from that next hill." So I ran down into the gully, saw a fox, leapt the "crick" as Mary Jane says, and bolted to the top of the next hill, to see this:I said to someone recently, that between Richard Misrach and motivational office posters, there was no good reason to shoot sunrise landscapes. But when you're there, and it's right up in your face, no, all around you IMAX-style you can't fight the compulsion to capture it, with whatever you've got. I think it goes without saying that this doesn't even do it justice. 

Every day Theo wakes up and knows that he has to run faster than the slowest gazelle...

I made him do this for me.

Jimmy's Diner

If you like white gravy with sausage, or you're in Mastic, NY, or both, definitely stop by Jimmy's Diner. We had a lot of fun there, and Ron, "the bouncer" and I were like long lost relatives. 

That's my girl -- My whole world. But that ain't my truck. - Rhett Akins

This summer we went to the Demolition Derby in New Egypt. Typically, while they were doing their warm up laps, before the first race, which was before the actual Demo, the sky opened up, "like a cow pissin' on a flat rock" as they say in the cuntry. This is when I first heard the song, "That Ain't My Truck". Tanya pointed it out first before I had really processed the words. Truthfully, I still didn't really get it. I thought it was about some guy who loves his girl, but not as much as his truck. But when I got home, we looked it up here. It's no Rakim, but there's some scrapple-fried genius in that storytelling. And that's the kind of genius we witnessed here at the Demo. Truly, they're poets.

If Done = "A good thing", then R=?

A. cigarette

B. lady

C. the race

D. piping cheese into hot dogs

Randy Moss has a NASCAR team, and Ice Cube has a Demo Derby team.

"Danger" is her LAST name, her middle name is Piñata.

The family that prays together, stays together.

She explained to me that he had some sort of boil or cyst on the inside of his arm, and "it hurt like hell!" "I'll bet," I said. Duct tape. Genius.


The thigh says, "Bed Rock Bully" and I'm pretty sure the driver's real name was Billy Rubble.

I don't know what's in the tea, but they can't seem to get enough of it.

When the announcer ordered everyone off the grand stand, and it started raining sheets, we all took cover near the concessions. As we made a break for the car, I heard someone yell to a group behind us, "It's probably not smart to hide under the metal bleachers!"