SEELY'S CELERY

My dream is to someday own a small business. A place where bread is baking, Bikes are making and books are... trading. "To attain this experience," writes Merton, " is to penetrate the reality of all that is, to grasp the meaning of one's own existence, to find one's true place in the scheme of things, to relate perfectly to all that is in a relation of identity and love."

That's your Grandmother!

"My Grandmother can go to HELL for all I care!" "That's not the way you're really gonna leave this funeral are you?!" "You Bastard! She loved you boys very much! I suspect that that's not at all the way you really feel... I think it's the
Whiskey talkin'!"

I Love This Creature

Black Teas

Black Teas

Fickle February

Chili Today Hot Tamale

Shot Down In Flames!

I went out with a fairly large group from Gazzigli's yesterday and commenced to lead out a one-man breakaway that had disaster written all over it. I got a big gap on the group and with the help of my little spy mirror, I was certain that I could hold them off at least until Swasey. But, much to my horror, I saw an elite group of five making in-roads on me and those bad asses caught me at the Centerville Fire station. I am pleased to report though that once they made the capture, they immediately shut it down and I was able to get on the last wheel and stop the projectile vomiting!

It was windy so perhaps that came into play. The group of five was working together, cheating the wind. I am a fat February poser pretending that I am ready for Summer!

Aboard The Whale (In-Board)

Anemone Within.

Seems To Me, It's Heredity

January Riding

Frozen mud in shaded sections, slop ball muck in the bright sunshine. Brake pad and chain maintenance after every ride. Clifbars hard to eat, too cold. Water from bottle, instant ice cream headache. Too many clothes, not enough clothes. Soaked by rain, wetsuit mentality. Glasses too dark, glasses to light, fogging up while climbing. Don't miss it, 'cause it won't last!

Who are the "Real Webfoots?"

The nickname for Oregon's first sports teams was "Webfoots," coined by longtime Oregonian sports editor L. H. Gregory. The name originated from a group of fishermen from the coast of Massachusetts whose descendants settled in Oregon's Willamette Valley. When the University of Oregon was founded in 1876, Webfoots was the natural choice for the school's nickname, because of Oregon's reputation for wet weather.

The Emerging Fate Of The Neandertals

"When you look at all of the well dated and diagnostic early modern European fossils, there is a persistent presence of anatomical features that were present among the Neandertals but absent from the earlier African modern humans," Trinkaus said. "Early modern Europeans reflect both their predominant African early modern human ancestry and a substantial degree of admixture between those early modern humans and the indigenous Neandertals."

This analysis, along with a number of considerations of human genetics, argues that the fate of the Neandertals was to be absorbed into modern human groups. Just as importantly, it also says that the behavioral difference between the groups were small. They saw each other as social equals.

Ill-Conceived

2 years at Shasta College and 15 Units short of an AA, my Grandpa asked if I would like to move back to L.A. to finish up and then move on to a Bachelors degree, Master's and Graduate work at Occidental College in Eagle Rock, 6 blocks from my childhood home. It only took about 3 months to flush my Charlatan ass out as the no-good, free-loading, pothead I really was. Looking back I have no real regrets. After all, that's where I was first able to get some really good, pure LSD and move on to my real life's work as a weather maker.

Mastodon - "Sleeping Giant" (Official Video)

This one goes out my friend SanFranCup!

Hobro Not Hobo

Happy Holidays 2010

Warmest wishes for a happy and healthy holiday season to you and your’n! Please allow me to quickly brief y’alls as to the nature of this year’s Christmas letter. As many of you know, I have been trying (for years now) to construct a mighty literary edifice, one that will finally announce to the world the undeniable genius and skill, the ultimate embodiment of the craft, the pure unadulterated horse-sense of... me! Unfortunately, this year’s attempt contains no perceptible improvement over my previous years’ offerings. In fact, it might be even worse. I am sorry to say that, at only two stories off the ground, it was red-flagged and shut down by the journalism foremen, citing a lack of structural integrity at even the most fundamental levels. A review of the blueprints resulted in much eye-rolling, shaking of heads and general moaning and groaning. The consensus is this: my designs are so ill-conceived that it is almost as if I have no formal literary foundation whatsoever from which to draw upon and that even at only two stories high, my eloquent vision is naught but a house of cards. Now, with time running out, the thought of a complete re-build is out of the question. And so it is with darting eyes and a weaselly little half-smile that I give you perhaps one of the most ludicrous stories ever written. I apologize for ruining many a family’s cherished fireside tradition--the reading aloud of my Christmas Chronicle. It is, alas, impossible.
At this time, I am also sorry to announce that since I simply cannot foresee any way that these shoddy, jerry-built offerings will make any marked improvement in the future, I am considering an early retirement from all written story-telling. Instead, I hope to pursue my lifelong dream of ventriloquism. That way, at least, the lunacy of my dialogues can be blamed on the freakin’ puppet. I also hope to grow some organic oats someday.

Big Numbers

Think of it this way. Forty thousand years is nine hundred and sixty thousand years short of one million. The Royal Order of Orange Toad is  going on a pilgrimage to "the East" in search of the "ultimate Truth"

Preparing For The Apocalypse

Headgear
Baseball Cap or other Sun Hat. One with a good visor to shade the
nose and eyes. Include a bandanna to shade the neck.
Wool or pile ski hat. Make sure ears are covered.
Balaclava (1) Heavy weight, (1) Lightweight.
Suggested: North Face. Heavyweight must fit over lightweight.
Neoprene face mask. Optional
Head lamp (Plenty of extra bulbs & batteries).
Suggested: Petzl Zoom or Artic.
2 Pairs of Glacier glasses. 100% UV, high quality optical lenses
designed for mountain use, must have full side covers. We highly recommend a
removable nose guard. Suggested: Bolle, RayBan, Julbo Round "Arc". If you
wear contact lenses we recommend packing a spare pair of glasses-it is a
good idea to have these with "photo-gray" or equivalent light-sensitive
material so they can double as emergency sunglasses. If you wear glasses we
recommend prescription glacier glasses (dark gray or green). No more than
6% light transmission.
Ski Goggles, 1 pair. 100% UV & IR. Bolle's Chrono work well.
Climbers with glasses try X-700, they fit over glasses.

Cycling