I Will Be On Fuel TV...

So, yesterday I was at the Dew Tour in Chicago's Grant Park, long story short I will be on Fuel TV for Dew Underground while Chris "Dune" Pastras interviews my new friend Kevin Porter. Kevin owns an all Vegan coffee shop called Delicious Cafe with his wife. Dune put me on the spot and asked me what my take on bikes and pegs at the skatepark was, I stumbled because I wasn't expecting to be in the show. I froze, stammered and said "Just don't get in my way," what a dork, and America will see me. I also will be wearing my Buster Bear "Lonely Boy" shirt so my black friend Alex will get exposure globally.

As of the end of this post I am currently listening to "Heaven & Hell" by Phoenix from the album "Destination Goa: The Seventh Chapter" 1998

Tuxedos... UPDATE...

So, it turns out that the Tuxedos cookie franchise has sucked me in again with another great cookie. This time the cookie flavor vortex includes a delicious Cinnamon Bun flavor. OMG, TD4, SFG.

As of the end of this post I am currently listening to "On Lydia's Sixth Moon" by Another Green World from the Return to the Source compilation "Deep Trance & Ritual Beats" (Disc 2) 1995. Some more great ambient chillout music.

Awe Crepes! No Scurvy For Me, Thank You...

So, were you think of maybe someday making breakfast for your sweety? Well, here is a recipe for Orange Crepes with Fruit Filling. The recipe is from the Florida Department of Citrus and Chef Scott Uehlein of Canyon Ranch.
Start with the ingredients for the Crepes:
4 Eggs
3/4 Cup Orange Juice (I personally would use tropicana not from concentrate)
1 Tablespoon Sugar
1/8 Teaspoon Salt
7 Generous Tablespoons of Flour

Now for the Fruit Filling:
1 Cup Fresh Blueberries
1 Cup Fresh Raspberries
1 Cup Fresh Quartered Strawberries
1 Cup Fresh Blackberries

Powdered Sugar is Optional.
Directions:

In a blender container, place eggs, orange juice, sugar and salt. Cover and pulse 15 seconds until combined.

While blender is on, add flour one Tablespoon at a time until blended well. Refrigerate for 30 minutes.

Melt 1/2 Tablespoon butter in a 10" nonstick saute pan. Pour 3 Tablespoons of batter into the pan and swirl around to coat the bottom of the pan evenly. Cook until edges are nice and brown and middle is firm to the touch. Loosen edges and flip crepe and cool for approximately 15 seconds. Slide out of pan onto plate, cover with foil while continuing to make crepes with remaining batter.

In a medium bowl, combine fruit with 1 Tablespoon of sugar. Using a fork, crush the berries slightly to allow the juices to come out.

Place 2 crepes on a plate. Ladle 1/4 cup of the fruit mixture on one side of each crepe and roll crepe over the fruit. Garnish with powdered sugar, if desired. Serve immediately.

For more recipes from Chef Scott Uehlein featuring the fresh. bold flavor of Florida Orange Juice, visit Florida Juice.

I did not write this one, I copied it directly from a recipe card that we printed at my old job. It looked so good that I took one that was cut crooked home with me in the hopes of making it someday for my sweety, now I may have that chance.

As of the end of this post I am currently listening to "Departure" by Jeff Loomis from the album "Zero Order Phase", 2008. He tried out for Megadeth in 1987 but was too young.

Dew Tour...

So, yesterday myself and my friends Gordon & Marfa went down to the Dew Tour BMX qualifiers in DWNTWN Chicago just south of the Buckingham Fountain and the Taste of Chicago. We were invited by our friend Kevin Porter who was riding during the qualifiers, unfortunately he did not place, there were like 50+ riders that had to get cut to 13. So many great riders that didn't make the cut, that doesn't mean that the shit they pulled wasn't any less amazing. Speaking of cutting we found a place to sneak in without badges.

As we make our way to the Athlete Entrance we see another biker guy we know, known to us only as Ryan, walking down the stairs of the bleachers we wave and he walks toward a hole in the fence where he too apparently had snuck in and motioned that the coast was clear. I guess we could have waited, my friend Jim was coming in like 15 minutes with some free passes he had acquired that morning. Now, when Jim gets there and hands us the passes we notice that the date on the pass is for Friday not Thursday, now Jim get a little mad because he can't come Friday because he's going to see KISS play up in Milwaukee, WI for $15 at some festival, maybe Summerfest.
Summer is definitely here, the Sun was out in full effect, blazing with it's shades on proper with a shit eating grin while "the dreaded storm" everyone was talking about never showed up due to The Sun flexing those beefy biceps, even after the the storm gleeked on us for three minutes it was back to dry in ten. Just enough to make the course slippery enough to not ride, but not too much too run for cover. Well, some other babies ran, but we stood there. It felt KNDA good to get a few cold drops on you during a good swelter.

I have never been to a BMX contest nor have I ever seen this calibre of riding in person. Sure, there are some riders that come to the park and do some crazy ish, but not like this. You can prolly see in the video above just exactly what I'm talking about. In person things just seem a bit more real than sitting in the AC watching the live stream.

Even though I am not a biker I can still acknowledge and respect all that goes into being that kind of athlete in the non traditional sense, KNDA like me going to a baseball game and respecting a 98 MPH sphere being shot at your face. I've always been into the fringe sports, rather than the "trad" sports for jocks, ever since I was a little Lonely iSapien Hudude Boy. Motocross, BMX track, BMX freestyle, Formula One, Truck/Tractor Pulls, Mud Boggin', you name it. If it had to do with flannel & blue jeans I was a fan.

As of the end of this post I am currently listening to "Masterplan" by Beck Session Group from the album "The Singles" dunno what year. I can't find much info on this group except that I had found them on some blog that said "I had to hear this band", so I did. Maybe you can to if you find it out there in the webernet fun zone.

Lonely Boy...

So, this is what happens when Lonely Boy tries to get a little shut eye. Thanks to Mama Joy for the extra coverage, I know it gets cold at night in the basement, my banky might not be enuff. There should be website called stuffonmyspencer for the world to enjoy.

As of the end of this post I am currently listening to "Blind" by Godflesh from the album "Merciless" 1994.

Pudding Pops...

So, I remember as a kid that I used to love eating Jell-O™ Pudding Pops℠ all the time, maybe that's why I was a husky plumper for most of my life despite skateboarding 6+ hours a day in the mid-west heat. As I recall, they were creamy, delicious and gone in a day usually.

Bill Cosby and his comedic timing... yah see, was just what kids were looking for in a mascot for coooool summer sucking fun after playing a friendly game of Four Square or Smear the Queer. We however had a pool and just Cannonballed or did Ho-Ho's all day with our old skate decks.

As of the end of this post I am currently listening to "Vibrasonic" by Huntington Cads from their 7" single "Cads Are Go!" released in 1997. Just some Surf Rock dudes picking around.
UPDATE!!! Bill Cosby has an app available now for iPhone, Android, and the berry of his people... the BlackBerry.

Paseo Boricua or Something like that...

So, this WKND was some huge annual Puerto carnival festival in my 'hood in Chicago, IL. called Humboldt Park, the other day, Thursday, myself and the rad chick that is dating me went to it and walked around. Said girl wrote this article last year for Time Magazine online for their travel section. This was my first time going in the 3 years that I have lived in this neighborhood. I live on the other side of the park and she lives less than a block from the epicenter, and let me just say that the center was petty epic.

First stop: Funnel Cake, this is basically pancake batter poured into a deep fryer, put onto a plate and covered with powdered sugar, TDF (to die for). We then walk through everything, I must say that I have been missing out on this display of family and unity within my time here. Humboldt Park has had a bad name for itself for some time with gangs, drugs and racial rift. The latin kings are based out of Humboldt Park.

After getting powder on our faces, licking our fingers and fulfilling our guilty need for grease and sugar we then decide we need some sort of liquid to wash our pleasures away be them guilty or not. We happen upon a man with a tray of Piña Colada samples (non-alcoholic of course) to which lights her face up and we make a Bee Line to the booth which holds what may seem our destiny in the form of a refreshing liquid. Hmmmmm do we want the Piña Colada in a cup for $5 or in a cored out Pineapple with six slices and a cherry pierced with a pipe cleaner frog skewer for $8? Do you really have to think about that?

Liquid Gluttony out of a blue straw during our weaving steps through the fest sampling, with our eyes, the wares and wears that this sort of event brings to the surface. Stuffing our proboscis' full of tradicional local smells will only lead to us stuffing our faces with Chicken/Pork skewers con Arroz. After trading money for sustenance we find ourselves a secluded block of 5 foot x 10 foot concrete to feast upon our food as well as our appetitus societatis. People watching for the people by two people.

A whole world of wonder passes in the foreground like some strange dream we could never think of, our minds need not any more stimulus than that of which walks before us. Taking turns feeding and scraping out our pineapple treat in efforts to sweeten our buds enough to match the visual procession of sweet treats that are constantly replenishing right before our eyes. Pineapple gone, let's experience more.

Games, let's try to ignite the fire of our inner child with a few games that are sure to induce laughter and smiles. We stroll through game alley taking in all the temptations of stuffed animal heaven, stopping at the Pig Races where the goal is to toss your ball up a ramp in a Skee Ball type fashion trying to get the ball into different colored holes each color making your Pig "run" faster or slower. Long story short, I won. I picked out the most Atomic green stuffed frog we had ever seen, I say Atomic because even as dusk approached and set upon us, this little green friend still seemed to glow just as magnificent as if in the sun. Before we made our walk back home through the park admiring the glowing frog we stopped to win some kewl mirrors.

You remember those kewl coke mirrors as they have become known? Well, the object is you get three darts and for each balloon you pop you get a small mirror, if you pop all three you get a medium sized mirror or three small ones. I hand over my money for my three darts, One: *POP*, Two: *POP*, Three: *POP*!!! I'm such a stud. We then admire which three small mirrors we should get to adorn our households. The first pick was a BVM picture (blessed virgin mary) KNDA in the trad with red, yellow and green background, the second pick was for me and it was of five Horses, not Pegasus' or Unicorns, but no less majestic, running through a breaking ocean wave at night with a full Moon with the atlantic blue tones and pink glows accenting the mountains and night sky. Lucky pick number three was another BVM with the exception that this one was a great airbrush masterpiece of the BVM in the background and what looks to be a '74 Chevy Impala low-rider with the license plate reading "low life" in three wheel motion.

We end the night with a walk through the Park at night, something I would never have done in 1990 or even in 2000, back to my house to feed The Squishy and watch Roseanne on TV Land because they have like a Nine block of Roseanne and it is something the both of us like to do at the end of an Awesome Day.

As of the end of this post I am currently listening to "Rag" by Shudder To Think from the album "Your Choice Live Series 021" 1992.

New Poll Is Up...

So, I just set up a new poll question about who your favorite Australian band is, I know that there are prolly some band you like that are not on the list list, but let's face it. It's too long as it is. That's what she said.

As of the end of this post I am Currently listening to "This Is Not A Love Song" by Public Image ltd. (PIL) from the album "Commercial Zone" 1983. Cassette was one of the first tapes I had bought after moving to St. Charles, IL in 1985 and started skating in 6th Grade, 1986. To this day it is one of my favorite albums of all time. John Lydon is so far removed from Johnny Rotten from Sex Pistols.

I didn't find out that Lydon and Rotten were the same person until I was reading the cover story article in some Magazine in 7th Grade in one of my Junior High classes in 1987 about the 10th anniversary of the "Never Mind The Bollocks..." album, both of which I was listening to side by side at the time. So let me update by saying, both Cassette and Never Mind The Bollocks are two of my favorite albums, to this day, that I will turn to 11.