Ninja Motorhome |dot| com

Its Saturday 11pm. Today has been my absolute hellday, surely marking the imminent landing of my birthday, in less than 10 days. I hate my birthday, I hate days like today…… even though i took refuge in my beeyard and listened to the Ramones and Screeching Weasel all day, kinda like the old days. I always am reminded of the old Bad Religon tour on days like this, it was the “I was 22 yesterday” Tour. I wish I was 22 yesterday, instead im 12 years more than that in just over a week. I have 50 killer weeks out of each year and 2 really gnarly ones; historically those two happen right before my birthday, JUST.LIKE.TODAY!
Why doesnt it snow in July in Washington?
Heres todays jam, well…..one of em anyways.

.
I hate my godamned birthday. Kill it please? Smite it down? Search, infiltrate, destroy.

Being around bees is one of those things…..that you really never knew you wanted as bad as you do, until once you actually do it.  I never had any idea it would be like this; tending bees being so paramount to everything, particularly if you thought you had done everything youve ever wanted in the first place.

I learn more about everything from my bees, than anything ever before it.  I think it should be mandatory that everyone has one beehive at least once in thier life; these are the most amazing little things Ive ever seen.

I thought I would drop in and spend a few minutes in between gigs, its been awhile since I did this. Project Shipwreck has developed a solid set of legs under it, both Hives are in fine health. Last week I re-queened the Hive with lesser activity, the original Queen wasn’t building the brood stores up enough so I replaced her. The process is as you would imagine, find her in the Hive, remove her and replace her with a new Queen. Watch closely for a few days, determine the new Queen has been accepted into the Hive, then look forward to productivity.

Ive stopped feeding both Hives but the rain hasn’t been helping them gather pollen and nectar so I’m keeping a close eye on what they are storing right now. If the weather turns to consistent total crud I  put out some feed to carry them through the bad times; the Spring has been extraordinarily wet, really bad for bugs who rely on pollination but Ive taken extra care to ensure health and welfare for my girls. I heard about a guy who interviewed with a local news outfit and he lost all his bees to what he called: “a bad wet Spring”. I wondered why he didn’t feed them. If you take care of your things to the best of your ability, (in this case ability defined by time and dedication)  they will last.
I went to the local bee club meeting this week, I’m still unsure of my place in this community, it will be a niche group for sure. Maybe a niche within a niche, from what Ive seen so far I’m not remotely close to what Im determining is the “local beekeeper”. Takes a village, right?  To be specific I am not overly interested in delving too deeply into the local scene, but with the big picture in mind, its a necessary thing.  Its tough for me to be in a room full of hippies and keep my mouth shut so I use twitter to poke and beat. Ultimately this will be a costly mistake for me to continue so I have to stop it, now. This will be yet another great lesson from the bees for me, an exercise in self control. Hippies are humans too, kind’ve. Right?  Mostly?

Today Gen. McChrystal meets with the President about his disaster of a move in Rolling Stone, I’m eager for the results of that meeting, I hope the President slaps the General around then ships him right back out to do his job. In this great Age of IdiocyEmotion and Feelings, I’m ready to see some grit, some honor and tenacity. The Gen. made himself out to be a prick sure, but its time more than ever to hold his nose to the grindstone and make him see the job through. Replacing him will do nothing more than sideline progress in the war as a new General gets up to speed; think of the total ownership the President will have of his newly humbled General, cut down, beaten and returned to Service. Consider the likes of Beck and Limbaugh: what sort of frenetic social gyre will they happily build from such a dismissal? The tea party and its reckless architects would have a heyday with this, what better way to shut them down before they even gather steam.
The (BP) mess in the Gulf is so utterly depressing to see, and nothing is changing, improving in real time or projected time(line). Bi-Partinaship is not what we hired the President for, our country is in utter disgrace by our own hand, its time for a showing of strength, wisdom and fortitude. Accountability is a word that describes our needs well because deep inside that word sits resolve, intelligence and relentless determination. We are in a deep dark hole still, perhaps keeping a disgraced General in Service to his Country would mark a social turnaround, force us to collectively take a closer look at the legacy we are destroying before we even begin our God given right to build.

Its after midnight, this will auto post sometime around 8am Wednesday, good night.

Thats me, front left, or at least what I look like in Multi. This is where Ive been all month.

Looks like the Outlaws to the End mission pack has dropped a few hours early. Here is the bit:

Its gone Sunday night: if you’ve got the huevos, meet us in Red Dead Redemption, MP. Bring women, booze and ammo, we’ve been shootin’ up Federale’s  all damn day.

GT: Henchbot.

 Heres a little jam to get you in the mood for Mexico.

The Gary Brooks Faulkner: Swordsman! facebook club.
You know what to do after the jump.

This is ninjamotorhome.com: currently adrift and slightly listing, but still afloat.
Back on fullpower shortly.

a note on Ignite, earlier in the week:

(Im definitely throwing my hat in the ring for (not tonights’) the next Session, submitting a bit on….you guessed it: Urban Apiarys.)

Last night was my first Ignite event ever, I went with pretty high hopes which were for their part, met then redefined. Sometime last year I started thinking about what it means to live in this culture so largely defined by 140 characters or less; something I call High Frequency blogging. Everything is done in fractions of a moment and even that is cumbersome, unwieldly. I reckon this all started back in the 90′s with what was then cultural cutting edge: speed dating; now a clumsy lumbering dinosaur on the tech-waste landscape. We sort of look at it and think my god, is it hungry? it looks so….mostly dead.
Last nights’ event startled me inasmuch that 5 minutes is the new keynote, Ignite has created the Mexican Standoff of conferences, if your not done in 5 minutes you will get gunned down. Watching speakers time thier speaking bits with the 15 second slide quota was interesting, especially if they spoke faster than thier slide presented. There is no room allowed for absorption, digestion….we simply arent given the time to chew through the fat. I simply wasnt given the time.
Maybe everyone else there got it and Im just getting old; I walked in the room with one of my moleskines, ready to take web adresses, @’s and anything else I could jot down mid-speech but guess what: I was the only one; I was absolutely fucking archaic with my…..paper and writing tool? I knew there wouldnt be time to take notes of any consequence, but I dont need notes of consequence, I need my own encrusted coding in my own encrusted pages for later review and consideration.
Last night was the very beating heart of the high frequency beast. I didnt walk out of the arena, sold on the idea, I did walk out of the arena at halftime however. The format is good, and clearly alot of people …in this case 500 plus, enjoy the process but for me, it wasnt the right fit, the right moment. There is something vastly engaging about paper, tools and hand-craft. I take literal translation and sheer joy out of the phrase, (in this year 2010…so very obviously the future we dreamed of as children) “dumbing it down”. Anymore dumbing down means the feel of paper against your hand, the stain of ink against the back of your palm and the strains of time, in the case of our now future: that strain can be defined as anything lasting over an hour or depending on your arena: 5 minutes.

If your interested in digging, here is the tag: #is10

If you had five minutes on stage what would you say? What if you only got 20 slides and they rotated automatically after 15 seconds? Around the world geeks have been putting together Ignite nights to show their answers.

See you there tonight, doors @ 7p, King Cat Theatre.
Ignite Seattle.

(Im defiintely throwing my hat in the ring for (not tonights’) the next Session, submitting a bit on….you guessed it: Urban Apiarys.)

When your drunk and maniacally laughing/yelling “fuck you hippie” at your television…..you know its a good night: Long awaited Dual Survival is here.

on Friday nights for a good time.twitfeedWatch my

Old Bull of the Woods: Dick Hammer

Theres a crew of hooligans I hang out with who are all headed up this weekend in fully stocked motorhomes and trucks; Im staying in Seattle to work, like a loser. Logging competitions: A damn good time.
Someday, long after Dick The Cockbat Hammer’s time, I will be Bull of the Woods. You watch.
If you dont think his name really is DickHammer….hahahaha click his pic.

Shipwreck honey dot com is about to launch, in the meantime continue to go here.