Sunday, February 22, 2009

A pogo stick memory

If you don't want to bring home a puppy, it would be best not to visit the pound.

I am weak, and nostalgic.

Browsing the ARC looking for a suitable table to mod into a sandbox for the kiddo, I happened to catch a glint of day glo green on a bike fork in their pile of huffys and magnas. In a flash it was 1991 shit, that's a Scott Unishock! I pulled the bike out and gave it the once over. A Specialized Rockhopper c. 1988 or so. Mountain LX components, almost new XT thumb shifters, and an original (non-recalled BTW) SCOTT UNISHOCK. It was seized...but hell the XT thumbies were worth the $9.00 price tag.

Now this particular suspension fork holds a certain place for me, as it was the first "shock" I had ever owned. It replaced the stock rigid aluminum fork that came with my Klein Rascal frame. Someplace I have a picture of it's arrival home from Mountain Bike Specialists being freshly built from the ground up. My first real mountain bike...anyway, that's another post.

Back on point, the Rockhopper came home with me. I aired the rear tire and rode it around. Seemed to have good bones, and everything pertinent was there. I disassembled the fork and it will live again, now to decide if I throw some juju on the whole bike and resurrect it. Not stock, as it's not that special a bike, but maybe a nice clean rework of the parts and fresh color.

Stay tuned.

Super Sunday Slide!

My daughter hates slides.

You can tell by the look on her face...just no interest what so ever.

I guess we'll wait another year on the giant slalom course.

Friday, December 12, 2008

We are less sexy today


One woman who changed the lives of generations of people has left us.

Photographers, artists, gear heads, hot rodders, pin stripers, beauty queens, drag queens, fetishists, fashion designers, goths, punks, rock'n'rollas you name it...we are mourning.

Maybe not the leopards. They never looked as stunning in their fur.

I hope she found her peace and knows how prolific her influence truly was.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Thanks for giving.

I ventured out on the limb. Made a pie.

Read a bunch of recipes then "wung" it.

Here's the way the A-team does it:

3 Honey crisp apples
3 Fuji apples
3 Golden delicious apples
1/2 cup raw sugar + some for sprinkle
1/4 cup butter
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1 tbs ground ginger paste
1 pinch nutmeg
1 egg
1 lemon
9" pie pan
Crusts...yea, I went store bought here. No place to "roll my own"

-Melt butter/sugar in a skillet....and while that's happening:
-Peel, core, then slice apples @ 1/4 inch thick. Toss them in a bowl with a bit of lemon juice to stop browning.
-Add your apples and ginger to the sweet buttery skillet and cook on med/low covered for @ 5 min.
-Toss them up and cook @ 5 min with the top off. We're looking to cook out the juice but not make em mushy. Dig?
-Drain and save the goes back in the skillet.
-Simmer the juice down till it's nice and syrupy, maybe 3-4 tbs worth.
-Pour that over the cooked apples, add your spices and toss. Let this cool down then pop it in the fridge till tomorrow. (You don't have to wait, but I did)
-When you're ready, fill the bottom crust with the apples, sprinkle with some cinnamon and nutmeg.
- Egg wash the edges of the crust and put the lid on! Pinch poke or crimp the top to your liking, just make sure to get some holes in it for steam, then egg wash the whole thing and sprinkle with some more sugar and cinnamon.
-Bake at 370 on a cookie sheet, bottom 3rd or so rack for 50-60 minutes. Keep an eye out for that nice golden crust!

From here, I will let your geography decide any accoutrement. Ice cream, whipped cream, creme fraiche, cheddar cheese...or my personal favorite, espresso.

Be safe and love your loved ones.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

What the hell is a door dangle?!

Not "door dangle"!


Or a shiny ball of mud. I ran across this while reading a design blog that will, on occasion, highlight artists and link to their blogs/gallerys/websites. Deep into the link chain I found myself on Bruce Gardner's site with some shiny balls sitting in a bowl. At first I passed right by not impressed by what I thought were polished stones. Yep, seen em at Pier 1. But I read a bit further and was then in disbelief that these reflective orbs were nothing more than mud shaped by human hands.

My aimless web surfing had found a target. Hikaru Dorodango.

I will leave it to you as to how far your interest goes on this. I will say that from an artists point of view this really struck me as one of the most simplistic and beautiful creations. There are no tools besides your hands and no materials other than the dirt under your feet.

Being that it is popular among school children in Japan, I figured I couldn't louse it up all that bad. Or maybe so...I have made several attempts to varying degrees of success. But even though many of my starts ended up broken, cracked, and plain falling apart, I still became totally enthralled with each one. Being a bit of an obsessive compulsive, the repetitive meticulous nature of the process appealed to me greatly. I could easily sit creekside at the cabin and spend the day doing this. Dare I say just enjoying the zen of it?

The dorodango I pictured is the nicest of my attempts and was my 7th go over a 4 day period. I left it at that being content that I had indeed made a ball of shiny mud. Unfortunately it has since developed some fine cracks in the shell. But I learned more of the subtleties in technique having made it, and my next one will hopefully reflect that.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Drafted by the Empire?

So. Being in the geek loop I get wind of some fairly nerdy things. This particular tip came from my primary Star Wars informer we'll call "Mr. Swift" in way of a link to an online site selling geeky goodies. Sometimes these things are so obviously simple, I can't believe they weren't done a long time ago. In a galaxy far far away.

This not only falls into the geeky, simple, duh bucket, but I am also filing it in the "why didn't I think of that?" bin. Oh well, I didn't. But Marc Echo did. Or at least someone under his employ did. Along with a slew of other SW branded/imaged clothing are two specific hoodies. One an Imperial Storm Trooper Armor print, the other Boba Fett. Nice. At @ $100/pc I have neither the funds, nor the drive to purchase one, but was fairly thrilled with their existence.

Anyway, strolling through Macys today looking for snow boots for the girlie, I happened by the hoodies in the flesh. No geek worth his action figures would be caught without an iphone, so I made for an impromptu fashion show and hit the catwalk.

"Nothing comes between me and my codpiece."

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Quemadura de la Muerta

A rolling stone may not gather moss, but a rolling scorcher will lose paint.

I have been hammering on the grinder bike. Literally. Decided it was looking a bit too new, so with some advice from around the world via Olli Erkkilä, it got some patina.

It got beat, sanded, rusted, and grimed up. I abused it with old motor oil out of my Ducati monster (haven't owned that bike for years) and then smeared it with gunk scraped off the belly of the MGB. Then I cleaned it :)

Now it's starting to (not) look it's age. Yes that makes sense...kind of.

Anyway, she does ride quite smooth even if a little on the heavy side. There may be some more vintage pieces added here or there, and the bars will most likely change if I find a better shape, but basically it can now "Keep on Truckin".