beleber returns; darwin prevails

today, mr. michael beleber returned from the north and we set out on an adventure to skateboard our way into the history books.

belebrainiac


we should have accepted our fate when the gatekeeper told us we couldnt skateboard due to lack of protective accesories. but we forged ahead and hopped the fence when she wasnt looking. needless to say, there were fleshpods strewn about within minutes of entering the confines of the skateboard arena.

gravitationally disabled


magna cum laude


we quickly thereafter found our way to the safety of the finest vessel to ever charter the morro bay waters. a boat manned by the most outstanding captain, known as to the masses as chet. the THAI BOAT. healed we were.

and then we went back to brians house and tried to make a bonerhead halloween poster.

is robot takeover such a bad thing?

a short photo examination of technological culture and its peripherals.

morning robots


robotic waste


morning robots eat cats


escape the electronic rennaisance to start your wandering days

incubator

paradise, a reverie which every human beings wandering brain deals with from time to time. a land of eternal beauty in which the ideal dream state pauses and allows for a complete and utter saturation of the ambience within these intangible landscapes. many humanoids look to the fertile lands of the san luis obispo global region and in their minds cultivate this reality into a metaphorical representation of paradise. recently, these pleasant climates that build a euphoric reputation have been thrust into an incubative state, building up an incredibly boisterous war machine of heat, unleashing day after day until it has completely obliterated any sort of hint alluding to an idea of fall. this heat will not allow for any crisp, this heat will not stand down to any brisk, this heat laughs at the paradise trapped inside a parched desert wanderers thoughtbox. paradise no more, san luis obispo is sweating. and so am i.

parched

reclining nude, dana schutz 2002
oil on canvas 122 x 152 cm

the beauty of an ULTRA long distance runner

yesterday my father ran an ultramarathon. it took him 8 hours 42 minutes and 36 seconds. in the rain. uphill. absurdity takes control when the adjective ultra is put infront of the noun marathon. welcome to my blogski.

bliss