Thugs Do Recover
Greenpoint Gitmo
How I Got Bed Bugs
Bike Tire Thief
Poop Jokes
Illuminati Built The Bike Lanes
Premonition
Forgotten Cemetary
I'm sure this was used for something legit
3.12.2012
3.09.2012
paperbikes v1 from UK
Rebecca from UK took these lovely photographs of her completed paperbike v1. Looks great! :) Get yours today.
3.06.2012
The Food Life v52: Almost Grill Time
The Grilling seasons is almost upon us. I have a strong feeling that these cold days are nearing their end for the year, this Thursday being a prime example with its 67F ass. Now that the C2D HQ has relocated to a semi-mini-penthouse with a balcony, the charcoal will be toasty more frequent then BMPs at a Turrbotax party. Took me like 15 minutes to come up with that one, and even then I don't think its a good analogy as to how often we're going to get Atkins with it.
In the next 2 weeks there will be a season opening grill down of epic proportions which without a doubt will be covered in this fine corner of the world wide web. Multiple cuts of steak and lamb, 2 kinds of stuffed burgers, mac and cheese, potato salad and of course a cast iron pan full of brussels sprouts and bacon sizzling and causing ruckus as oodles of beer, sake and wine flows - then deposits itself into the well abused livers of happy campers participating in this holiday of Gods slaughtered creations and Mother Natures green friends.
But lets not get ahead of ourselves, nor get too excited, lets keep it together - or else we'll never get out of this mess alive. Retain a trace of dignity at this early pre-lunch hour or the masses will take you for a cheap clown drunk with hunger. Talk is cheap, actions are expensive, digital photography will marry the two.
Moisten your loins on the pictures below, from the years past. Good day.
In the next 2 weeks there will be a season opening grill down of epic proportions which without a doubt will be covered in this fine corner of the world wide web. Multiple cuts of steak and lamb, 2 kinds of stuffed burgers, mac and cheese, potato salad and of course a cast iron pan full of brussels sprouts and bacon sizzling and causing ruckus as oodles of beer, sake and wine flows - then deposits itself into the well abused livers of happy campers participating in this holiday of Gods slaughtered creations and Mother Natures green friends.
But lets not get ahead of ourselves, nor get too excited, lets keep it together - or else we'll never get out of this mess alive. Retain a trace of dignity at this early pre-lunch hour or the masses will take you for a cheap clown drunk with hunger. Talk is cheap, actions are expensive, digital photography will marry the two.
Moisten your loins on the pictures below, from the years past. Good day.
3.05.2012
Владимир Высоцкий - Vladimir Visotsky
To any Russian of any age, Vladimir Visotsky needs no introduction. The man was a legend. A brutal poet, a wizard of words and delivery, always lacing his political and social commentaries with street slang like a well versed criminal. Rough guttural voice ravished by stress, booze, drugs and smoke. Straight forward, with no topic spared or untouched during Communist times when most would think a dozen times before speaking privately, let alone internationally about the state of affairs, he lived a short life of a singer, actor, performer with most of it plagued by drink.
When I was a little kid growing up in Moscow, my father would often play Visotsky on full blast, singing along and playing the guitar, so I came to love his music at an early age, perhaps subconsciously fueling my love for hiphop as I got older. Visotsky's dark wit and humor mixed in with clever wordplay would make him one hell of a MC. In fact, he is often quoted and referenced throughout Russian hiphop. He died summer of 1980.
Last year a movie was made about the last few years of his life, and apparently got poor reviews but that is irrelevant. I'm looking forward to seeing it. Below is the trailer and a few of my favorite tracks by Vladimir, I don't expect most to "get it" as it is quite an acquired taste, but I assure you, this dude fuckin tears it up and I listen to him often when I need a little pick me up or a reminder about priorities in life.
When I was a little kid growing up in Moscow, my father would often play Visotsky on full blast, singing along and playing the guitar, so I came to love his music at an early age, perhaps subconsciously fueling my love for hiphop as I got older. Visotsky's dark wit and humor mixed in with clever wordplay would make him one hell of a MC. In fact, he is often quoted and referenced throughout Russian hiphop. He died summer of 1980.
Last year a movie was made about the last few years of his life, and apparently got poor reviews but that is irrelevant. I'm looking forward to seeing it. Below is the trailer and a few of my favorite tracks by Vladimir, I don't expect most to "get it" as it is quite an acquired taste, but I assure you, this dude fuckin tears it up and I listen to him often when I need a little pick me up or a reminder about priorities in life.
3.02.2012
2005 - .243 becomes Evil DOC
In the eternal search for better equipment that will magically make me not suck at riding while also making me a better human being all around, a short few year period saw a few frame/fork combos.
Here we see a small .243 with a Sherman Jumper become a small Evil DOC. Big fat Holy Rollers, huge disc brake, lock on Oury grips, mandatory Chris King headset and Thomson seatpost. Once complete, I remember really liking this ride. My rolling barspins off of curbs were stuck with authority. No drop to flat was safe. Not a single street in this damn town was prone to a wicked skid.
Shortly it was replaced by a Tonic Fallguy - but more on that later.
Fun fact #72: I'm still rocking those Profile cranks, either because they are that well built or because I ride like a sunflower.
Here we see a small .243 with a Sherman Jumper become a small Evil DOC. Big fat Holy Rollers, huge disc brake, lock on Oury grips, mandatory Chris King headset and Thomson seatpost. Once complete, I remember really liking this ride. My rolling barspins off of curbs were stuck with authority. No drop to flat was safe. Not a single street in this damn town was prone to a wicked skid.
Shortly it was replaced by a Tonic Fallguy - but more on that later.
Fun fact #72: I'm still rocking those Profile cranks, either because they are that well built or because I ride like a sunflower.
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