i wish god were alive to see this

Eye Of Danger.

Walter turned 30 AND got a full scholarship to law school in the same week. We drove deep into the 818 to celebrate over a round of mini golf.

Young Hunter is looking good as usual.

Tropical Dan Monick.

Polar Bear and Prince Twon.

I wasn't so psyched on the way out, but soon turned into a focused and competitive 'golfer'. We split up into three teams of four.

My team was kicking ass outta the gate.

It wasn't too much of a stretch to be the serious team,as the other two were inhabited by children and fools.

Add it up! Who will win!

Birthday boy and future lawyer Walter won the booby prize. What a nuisance he was on the course!

Not only did I win the round, I swept the whole game. I am a natural at mini golf! I have a special talent!

Tomorrow the World.

A It Mek.

Desmond Dekker is dead! Long live Desmond Dekker!

I Know You Fine, But How You Doin'?

Goodbye Washington State.

I've Recieved So Much Help In Every Way.

Viking Day was a weak bust.

Even Gus looked over it from the gate. No Vikings throwing axe's. No flaming church's.

This dude was shaking like a leaf from a long night of homemade speed and cheap booze. For five minutes our lives were in his hands as he pulled the stop/start lever on the ferris wheel.

I did walk away with one crucial piece. Something I can use to barter myself out of any trouble I may get into with the Aryan Brotherhood.

The Viking Days hoodie!

No Camoflauge On The Disco Floor.

Daytrip to the Big City. The ferry to the cab, and the cab just happened to drop us off under the Troll Bridge.

I went to all the great record stores. I used to buy so many and now it's just a struggle to find quality. I was hoping to find a copy of the Young Marble Giants record. I didn't, and wound up with only three new ones.

In an adventure in slumming we took the bus to Capitol Hill. I sat down next to a woman who within 3 minutes told me that she had nerve damage after being battered by a man and had to drink 5 shots of tequila the night before to be able to dance at the Crystal Method show..

Top pot donut break.

Betsy climbed right up on the Pike Market Pig.

Well That's No Way To Make Friends.

The beast is risen.

And he is blowing my mind.

The classic banana slug.

We went and checked out the new house that my brother and Leslie and Gus bought. It's in the Norweigan village of Poulsbo.

My Dad is helping them re-model, and he's helping them in sweats.

And Uncle Victor, my 'funny uncle', he was there helping too.

Uncle Victor's truck.

We went to Battle Park. Baby Gus was psyched, but more so about the piles of sand then the slides and swings.

Conference Of The Birds.

It was a travel day yesterday.

That guy sleeping next to me, when he sat down I smiled at him and he said, "Yooooo!" and offered me some of his snack mix. Later on when he saw that we had the same camera he exclaimed, "Oh snap!"

When we landed the party started right quick.

Into the cab.

And onto the Bainbridge ferry.

When we pulled up to the house my Dad immediately burned Betsy's hand when he hugged her. He started smoking cigars this month, and there are copies of 'Cigar Afficianado' around.

Pat's beard is big and red.

"I've got a thousand board feet of maple in the workshop."

We got out the throwing axe. I was desperate to try it. My second try it stuck deep and direct, and about 15 feet too high.

I will get up early and see my nephew. BABY GUS.

Escape From Hell.

Young Hunter and his new haircut. Earlier in the day outside of his high school some bigger dudes took his skateboard. In helpless response he went home and shaved his head, and now he looks like a real killer.

We went and saw the Nick Cave movie, The Proposition. Heads and hearts did indeed explode.

And right now I am packing to go to Bainbridge Island for a summer family weekend and to witness something called 'Viking Days'..

Let's Make Some Peoples.

Total Summer Sunday. Betsy tried out her new RRRRRRRRasta shorts.

And drank beer with breakfast.

We loafed around on the deck all day and took shots at paper mache' fruit.

When it cooled we went for the usual hike. She mail ordered me that LBAL hoodie, and if that isn't love, I don't know what is.

We had to hike fast since it's Soprano Sunday over at Rene and Ingrids. The dinner this week was ruling. Shish-ka-bobs! Apple pie!

Ingrid went to court on Tuesday and is now the official legal guardian for Hunter and Lilly. Do you kids know how lucky you are? Don't blow it.

Mean Ass Paper Letters.

Look at that beautiful man! I had the pleasure of spending the afternoon with James Joliff, formerly of North Carolina, currently the hottest rapper/author in Southern California. We went to Amoeba to get the latest OM record, (go and get it immediately), and then to Chinatown. It's totally summer now. So hot I shaved my face.

Hollywood Forever Cemetary tonight.

Did You Like Me As A Statue?

That's the look of reading satisfaction and a job well done. We both finished our copies of In Cold Blood and our bookworm club is on schedule. I am going to give it a 7 out of 10. I liked the frequent mentions of Perry Smiths stumpy legs and his policy of keeping them covered to avoid making people uncomfortable.

Betsy called the whole book 'pitiful, just pitiful'. When the killings of the Clutter family were described she called me bawling and mewling and said she would never read a book like that again.

This week I am reading 'Miami' from little Joan Didion.
Betsy is going with Zadie Smith's 'On Beauty'.

And just to show you that it's not ALL books and tidying, here is a picture of Betsy wearing her underwear ON HER HEAD.

Come Hear Uncle John's Band.

BBQ at Kevin & Nathans house. Babel was in a frenzy demanding "Look at my butt!".

She got her nails done, and her pink sweatsuit was in filthy tatters.

She was digging around the garden and talking to this dirt clod lovingly. Eventually it crumbled so I helped her collect a new one.

It was decided that this big one was the best. It was gently cradled for quite some time.

She inexplicably started calling me 'Grandma', and later, 'Father'.

Back in the house Sweetie and Juan Valdez were arguing with me over the awesomeness of 'Workingmans Dead'.

Cody was on my side. Don't be afraid to love the Grateful Dead. It doesn't mean you have to wear sandals, or worse, go barefoot.

C'mon Sweetie. You're in California now. You can listen to His Hero Is Gone and the Dead. In the same day.

Tony and Aska and Tony's beard.

This is 'An Pan Man'. It's Babels 'TV hero'. As I understand it, An Pan Man is a superhero whose head is made of bread. He will fly wherever there are starving children and they will eat his head. This always weakens poor An Pan Man but all he has to do is fly home to the bakery where there is always a warm freash new head for him.

Holy crap. Viva An Pan Man!

Later on Betsy and I had to take some pals to the emergency room, but that's another story..

I'm Beggin' You Don't Murder Me.

I Am One Of God's Mistakes.

Cinco De Mayo has always been one of those holidays where drunken yars get to act like even bigger monkeys. Halloween is the worst, but Cinco De Mayo here in LA is a good night to stay inside and avoid being mauled by a runaway car.

Though I would stay home tonight anyway since I just had one of those weeks where you wake up everyday certain that you've never accomplished anything and never, ever will.

So I say, "Goodnight!" to the first week of May. Good riddance to bad rubbish.

The Number One Song In Heaven.

The Ballad Of The Bookworms.

Not that the 52 books in 52 weeks is a competitive thing, but I am way behind. Betsy reads everywhere. The hot dog stand. Work.

As a passenger.

Even menu's get read with intensity..

And do youself a favor and drive the 20 minutes north on the 2. Angeles Crest Forest awaits. Unexplored trail central.

I have to tire her out until she is unable to read or else she will smoke me up like so many nickel bags of crack..