Flux Capacitor...

Nebraska is windy and all kinds of weather exist, a big change from the egyptian dust bomb. I have a number 5 still markered on my arm, but Ill have to tell you about that later.

What I did do is go on a little beer bike run with the Joel Tabormeister. Hes one of those friends I only see once a year for about a day, so we rode on that day. And hes strong, sexy and married with two awesome little girls, one of which is really keen on the lucrative lemon business... whatever that may be?

An Ode To Joel

And hes sexy too, did I mention sexy?



And then he goes and steps it up... jumping the bench launcher in the front lawn, followed immediately by sick air and something else and lemonaide.



Live it
Love it
Lick it

'Braskee...

Back on the home front and the cycle be kicking. Some rain some gas and some golf and some turtles on the green. Like really big turtles. As well, I have been heavily involved many a political discussions while sippin back on the ol' Busch Lights... wow, cant say that I really missed that beer, but its so good when cold, considering it is almost all water and the rest is can.

Heading North soon. Rivers be a flowing...

Blog Attack...

I cant stop. Im sorry, kinda, or not really...

But Im ready to burn:

1. The money you give me when you buy my Suzuki GSX600

2. The living crap outta my brake shoes on the killer downhills...weeeeeee!!

The home of stuff...

Despite being a major depository for random stuff ranging between childhood photos and car parts and tacky furniture, this house is something special. Every time I crack a beer and wander to the porch for a great sunset I witness an anomaly. Lots of jackrabbits and birdies and prairie dogs and no visible neighbors that appeat to be alive. I saw one today, but maybe it wasnt the neighbor and just a repairman? Lots of space. Tons. And I got sunburn in one hour trimming vines...I mean theyre huge... and the conifer...whoa!!

The Back and its natural naturalness...



The Side Shot with a nice flowering tree...


Flowers, wee!!!



Dont forget...if you want the full size images of the panoramics, left click and it shall appear! Right click and save from there....

I cant friggin' wait....

I have one photo that explains...

And one for how Im getting there...

And I just noticed... yup, theres lights on top, and thats awesome...

As far as wearing pants...well I dont know, there is a compromise though...and Im not wearing a banana hammock, and thats final.

If you see this down by the river...BE SCARED

Schedule'esk...

Heres the rough shizzie:

Recover here and gear up for a couple
Fix the 'Suki for self propelled motion, what a piece of shit, I cant believe I bought it?
Head to Nebraska via the McCallums sweet new cabin in Nederland, home of Deadman Daze
Beat up on the Kermster for a while, fixing random mechanical things as I normally do
Fix up the 'Saki for extending ass mangling riding...that thing needs a new duct tape seat bad...
Get on the least liked interstate in the contiguous US, I80, and hit play as the pain unfolds for hours on end before my eyes
Try to score sweet freebies on the way like kayaks, river trips, cameras, beer, camping spots
Try and be in MT the first week of June to participate in drinking and riding RL mainstreet
Get in shape on the way or I will pay the price on the river, which is gonna be the case anywho
Raft and kayak my blues away...
Remeet my spiritual self in the vast uberlands of the Montana flowage

Internet that works is really neat!

Word

The Flight...

After leaving friends and family in Cairo...Im sad and a little lost. Those were some fun times. And after arriving in the States its kind of a welcome to Wally World. NM is great though, the air is amazing and like usual, after my first shower in the ultra hard water all my skin fell off, or is still in the process of peeling, like that big flap called my nose.

The travelling seemed endless. 3am go to Cairo Airport. 5am leave. 5-6 hour layover in Frankfurter eating icecream and sleeping on unsleepable benches. Finally the tranoceanic flight happens and oh yeah they have an awesome repeating downtempo radio station and wireless internet, which I never used cuz I slept the whole 10 hours. I hada crazy jeaned Romanian next to me, and nobody spoke his language so the explaining the menus was hillarious. The Stewardess explained beef and potatoes by making horns with her fingers on her head and mooing. I went over well. I spewed my beer out my nose.

Then customs happened. My hour.5 layover turned into a close the doors at the gate as I ran up and "sorry, they just closed". And my response, "well can they just open"? "Im sorry theyre CLOSED" And Im like, " fuck this!" And the dude is like "GO AWAY" So I give a little physical body language that if read properly reads " I dont like you or your company, you suck" but if read improperly reads " I have serious indigestion from all that icecream, wheres the loo, and the customer service desk, I wanna give em a piece"

And then I talked the shuttle driver to drop me off at my house. She was the coolest ex-tractor trailer comando now shuttle driving and bad story teller to welcome me back to the dry state, weather-wise and employment-wise.

Oddness reigns

Sandstorm...

An introduction:
This time of year is called the khamaseen, or the 50 days, and is essentially the period of time where you will see storms, sandstorms to be more specific. Same as the idea of a monsoon but sans precip.
Im sure a lot of people have heard my bar joke about landing in Cairo during a sandstorm and the noises the engines made and the view form the window...well that was this. But it happened in such a dramtic speed that imagining being out inthe desert when this happens is like kissing yourself goodbye. Everything turns to nothing. Fast. Guy was at the house and we headed out on the balcony for a drink and got sandblasted. Though the stuff is more like a fine flour it gets in your teeth and hair and ears and piles up below cracks in doors and windows.
To say the drink was short lived is one thing. The next day I collected a glass from the porch that was a quarter full of sand.
Without rain this land will be eternally dirty and dusty and stinky. Though Im getting an amazing nostalgia from the heat bringing out the summer smells again. I wouldnt call em all good but the feeling is. Nowhere else can you get overwhelmed by the smell of shisha walking down the road and find yourself surrounded by foul water in an urban desert environment.


The following are photos from the storm from a clear day. I tried to replicate the position as best I could and came pretty close for most of them:

1 and 2 are the Queen Boat and the 26 July bridge in background

2

3 and 4 are the tall Govt building across the Nile

4

5 and 6 are the same from the inside of the house

6

What isnt seen here is the crazy orange glow that the sand cast as the sun filtered through. Imagine the day going from clear to orange like the photos in about 10 minutes....

Salty Chips...

Last night I bought some salt and vinegar Pringles. Holy Pizzaaamm! These things are outta control. My mouth is on fire. I love it.

Anyway today is the 8th day of the 5th month of the year 2006. Exactly 28 years ago I was born. And oh how the world has suffered since...

And Im working. Eating the bomb chips. And paint chips. And in Cairo its after 2pm. That means its beer:30. Or nap:30?

Recent events log: wakeboarder in the nile, sandstorm, chips, a car wreck, a mini KTM dirtbike terrorizing the neighborhood, masturbating taxi drivers (more!?#), and the wireless antenna I set up died, and thats sad.

International Relations...

This is good and funny...

Note: I am in the middle of a serious sandstorm right now. I cant see more than a hundred feet. Probably less. The most amazing of oranges and browns and grit inthe teeth. Dont smile. The smell of a really old and dry locker room. Old. Dusty. Im sure that in the morning there will be this pile of collected dust under the window gaps. Dusty. Old.

AutoCrap...

Heres the dilly yo... Im working between autoCad 2006 and arcgis9 to make a wonderful little ditty of a plants map for the new AUC campus.

The problem: Importing the cad data is pretty bad. and I dont want to hand draw 8200 plants, theres simply not enough beer for this task. The blue code (species) isnt attached to the actual tree's attributes, thus making it completely useless.

What I need from you: Dear Jason P., I would love to trade the beers Im not going to drink for some knowledge of linking a line that points to plants telling their species. the plants are unique points. the line merely intersects these points visually telling the spp. code. I need to get this into the points' attribute data....argh

It doesnt have to be Jason, but I know he knows and his email has changed, expired, hes moved, undercover, or had an extreme makeover. If someone knows please help. If you need an image, I can do that. and the beer.

Help....