Until Tumblr turns back from a softcore porn site into blogging network…I’ll come back.
Until Tumblr turns back from a softcore porn site into blogging network…I’ll come back.


I’ve been going climbing a lot this week since Danny is a member now. He finally climbed the 5.7 he was struggling on for the past two times we went. I’m seriously very close to accomplishing my summer climbing goal (finish a 5.11) and it looks like I might have to raise the bar if I do complete it before school starts. Yesterday, I climbed a 5.10b without chalk — hardest/most unnecessary thing I’ve done.
Ice skating with Janel in the middle of the summer was just as fun as I expected. What I didn’t expect was my “commercial grade” camera being prohibited in the facility. Sorry people, no photo this time…


Visited the Biotrek during work today. If you were there, you’d see the alligator and hear all my movie references from Bio-Dome. “You can dance if you want to…”

Adam (abstract success) let the 1 from 1x0 back out last night on sucka topics of fixies, digital cams, and denim. Haterade sure taste like Bud Ice…except it’s much sweeter.





Went to Vegas again this past weekend for Mr. Sun’s birthday at The Palazzo. It’s extremely rare that the photo highlights of the weekend actually make it onto my Tumblr due to the lack of permission or the lack of having the camera handly. Nevertheless, I’m hushing so enjoy the pre-game.



So after days of designing, cutting, and spraying; the Rampage Jackson stencils are finally finished. I wanted to take minute to show you the workspace and processes of how this stressful 5 color stencil came about.
If some of you aren’t familiar with Rampage Jackson (I wasn’t at first), just Google it and watch the videos. He knocked out Chuck Liddell (and hopefully not me as well if he doesn’t approve of the work.)
For the sake of showing you the real colors of the stencil (since my blog will always be B&W):
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Schoolboy’s crush and it ain’t on the hush; he whole world sees it but you can’t. My peoples they complain, sit and rave and rant.Your name is out my mouth like an ancient chant; got me like a dog as I pause and pant…ATCQ

Edgar’s ride can warp speed. I’m going to buy a helmet just to be a passenger/cameraman on the road track.








The initial plan was to take pictures and jog (movie ref.: Yes Man), but we dressed inappropriately. So somewhere along waiting for the observatory to open and giving up, the topic of wax celebrities came up and randomly enough we ended up at Madame Tussaud’s. We then lost in staring contests with Justin Timberlake, Angelina Jolie, and 3 different BeyoncĂ©s. Afterwards, ate lunch and lounge’d poolside at The Standard Downtown rooftop. So tourisy, I know.
6 hours without ChapStick…now that’s what I call endurance.
Here and there a movie comes along and parallels my life. The self realization is shocking. Lets see: architect (civil engineer), greeting card writer (photographer), and there’s a lot more and you probably get the idea…but then Autumn always comes around.



So we scored some pretty sweet seats at the game (fisheye will never hold the truth.) Met up with Daichi and headed for Pasadena. We probably wont see Daichi til the off-season or unless we fly out to one of the cities. Oh yeah, we all got baseballs signed by Dodgers #99 Manny Ramirez. Go ahead and hate me.
(Sorry about the blur, fisheye doesn’t do macro.)


Stopped by the Korean BBQ Festival & Cook-Off in K-town before the Dodger Braves game. Somewhere between waiting 30+ minutes and finding out the line(s) we were in ran out of meat, we realized that kalbi = crack. Good, but no Anjin.
I’ll post the photos from the game (and afterwards) tomorrow morning (when I’m not drunk blogging/trying to finish this redonkulously heavy Alberto’s burrito.)