<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439</id><updated>2011-08-01T09:52:36.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Days Off</title><subtitle type='html'>This is dedicated to those who choose the path of No Days Off, I commend you all.. This is my head. A photo, a rant, and a quote with each post.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-3635557069719184316</id><published>2008-07-16T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T12:09:53.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stormy Throwback..</title><content type='html'>I have been diggin, in what?? Some old shoe boxes of Polaroids. In 06, there was a huge blizzard, i decided to take a 5 mile hike in it to my lady's house, good challenge, fun terrain, many bridges, etc.  I also decided since it was wet, i did not want to take a digi camera, i opted for the Polaroid land camera, 440.  The city is most serene when the snow falls, quiet, clean(kinda, well for like 5 minutes), peaceful..  enjoy the hot summer day with some throwback blizzard images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing is so aggravating as calmness."&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/SH5HYVTAzOI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Hdvre9VXj9Q/s1600-h/Blizzard06_cemetary_blissvi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/SH5HYVTAzOI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Hdvre9VXj9Q/s400/Blizzard06_cemetary_blissvi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223691101155675362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/SH5HYnQ7sVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/p3lb7P1Zwns/s1600-h/GreenpointaveBridg_blizz06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/SH5HYnQ7sVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/p3lb7P1Zwns/s400/GreenpointaveBridg_blizz06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223691105978790226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/SH5HY4sqsyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nkxQkjSAP88/s1600-h/levitonfactory_gpointbliz06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/SH5HY4sqsyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nkxQkjSAP88/s400/levitonfactory_gpointbliz06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223691110658519842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/SH5HY1FBNeI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RAu7yPTD70M/s1600-h/mccarren_blizz06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/SH5HY1FBNeI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RAu7yPTD70M/s400/mccarren_blizz06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223691109686916578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/SH5HZL6y4UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8L85Y2JEKgM/s1600-h/WillybBridge_bliz06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/SH5HZL6y4UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8L85Y2JEKgM/s400/WillybBridge_bliz06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223691115818049858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-3635557069719184316?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/3635557069719184316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=3635557069719184316' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/3635557069719184316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/3635557069719184316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2008/07/stormy-throwback.html' title='Stormy Throwback..'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/SH5HYVTAzOI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Hdvre9VXj9Q/s72-c/Blizzard06_cemetary_blissvi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-3167712636343408463</id><published>2008-05-30T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T17:06:22.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transitionarily..</title><content type='html'>A new term i created.. i'll do that, make a word up that only makes sense to me.. but i am in transition and reflecting upon that, and moving in a forward direction. nonetheless. It is an interesting time, happens all the time, things stop, new begin.  I think the true issue with transition which is difficult, is not the old or the new, but the purgatory in-between, the unknown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome."&lt;br /&gt;Isaac Asimov (1920 - 1992&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/SECWPg1khjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fHaPXjn8JaM/s1600-h/FUBZ_MAY08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/SECWPg1khjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fHaPXjn8JaM/s400/FUBZ_MAY08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206326362497123890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/SECWPg1khkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xfoKIsHX1mU/s1600-h/gpoint_commericalst_may08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/SECWPg1khkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xfoKIsHX1mU/s400/gpoint_commericalst_may08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206326362497123906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/SECWPw1khlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bgqWKnrGDJQ/s1600-h/davegee_methodstore_may08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/SECWPw1khlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bgqWKnrGDJQ/s400/davegee_methodstore_may08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206326366792091218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-3167712636343408463?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/3167712636343408463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=3167712636343408463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/3167712636343408463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/3167712636343408463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2008/05/transitionarily.html' title='Transitionarily..'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/SECWPg1khjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fHaPXjn8JaM/s72-c/FUBZ_MAY08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-4971585542470182087</id><published>2008-04-23T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T07:51:55.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>101.. and counting... amazing</title><content type='html'>So my grandma is 101 and is still growing.. it is amazing how humans as a species, as they get older, they get younger.. My grandma, eats, and  talks gibberish, it is kinda depressing, but at the same time.. she has seen a great amount of history, people come and go, and just life.. It is inspiring to see all that... i love my grandma, here are some flicks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cherish all your happy moments: they make a fine cushion for old age."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Morley (1890 - 1957)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/SBCeP8Ylg1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/MHljsb1aSwA/s1600-h/estelle101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/SBCeP8Ylg1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/MHljsb1aSwA/s400/estelle101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192824367102657362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/SBCeRsYlg2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/3K-Z3r3K76I/s1600-h/Frames_grand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/SBCeRsYlg2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/3K-Z3r3K76I/s400/Frames_grand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192824397167428450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/SBCeS8Ylg3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/vlMSU9MZngc/s1600-h/GRANDHAIR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/SBCeS8Ylg3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/vlMSU9MZngc/s400/GRANDHAIR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192824418642264946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/SBCeUMYlg4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/0uiF8Yzg1sE/s1600-h/GRANDMAKANE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/SBCeUMYlg4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/0uiF8Yzg1sE/s400/GRANDMAKANE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192824440117101442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-4971585542470182087?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4971585542470182087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=4971585542470182087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/4971585542470182087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/4971585542470182087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2008/04/101-and-counting-amazing.html' title='101.. and counting... amazing'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/SBCeP8Ylg1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/MHljsb1aSwA/s72-c/estelle101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-4081844409444639529</id><published>2008-04-09T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T07:14:20.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10, 9, 8....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/R_zPI9rJulI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iK6zhj4yc00/s1600-h/reflectiveman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/R_zPI9rJulI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iK6zhj4yc00/s400/reflectiveman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187248623725427282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/R_zPJdrJumI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ew0po4QtJOA/s1600-h/YOUCANTSEEME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/R_zPJdrJumI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ew0po4QtJOA/s400/YOUCANTSEEME.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187248632315361890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/R_zPJdrJunI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ICGPAl8-hc4/s1600-h/notmyproblem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/R_zPJdrJunI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ICGPAl8-hc4/s400/notmyproblem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187248632315361906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/R_zPKNrJuoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4PTK7N5fZl4/s1600-h/Droppedlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/R_zPKNrJuoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4PTK7N5fZl4/s400/Droppedlove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187248645200263810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/R_zPKNrJupI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/euJU7tzHpdo/s1600-h/beentheredonethat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/R_zPKNrJupI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/euJU7tzHpdo/s400/beentheredonethat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187248645200263826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some images from the 7 Train in Queens..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-4081844409444639529?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4081844409444639529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=4081844409444639529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/4081844409444639529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/4081844409444639529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2008/04/10-9-8.html' title='10, 9, 8....'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/R_zPI9rJulI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iK6zhj4yc00/s72-c/reflectiveman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-7361267093284245395</id><published>2008-04-06T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T11:40:21.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Progress.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/R_kZDdrJujI/AAAAAAAAAEg/miJK0lKKmMU/s1600-h/GPOINT040508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/R_kZDdrJujI/AAAAAAAAAEg/miJK0lKKmMU/s400/GPOINT040508.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186203993189759538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/R_kZDtrJukI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Xj8_zBnfKlU/s1600-h/GPOINT_furn040508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/R_kZDtrJukI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Xj8_zBnfKlU/s400/GPOINT_furn040508.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186203997484726850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The continuation, of well a life's work, who really knows.. Nonetheless, i bring you some new offerings from some foot journeys.. I am fascinated with the neighborhoods, between Sunnyside Queens and Greenpoint Brooklyn, one specifically that is known as Blissville. Within this boundaries, you will find a slice of old NYC, its contents: a cemetery, a handful of body shops and auto repair, and no jiffy lube, a few laundromats, a recently shut down strip club, a Best Western, aptly named City View (the entrance directly across form the cemetery), a firehouse, and a handful of factories, and trucking facilities,  not to mention Silver Cup Studios a few blocks away.   Here are some images from my walk, these may be the Greenpoint side of the journey, more to come, once i edit more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Success is a journey, not a destination. The doing is often more important than the outcome."&lt;br /&gt;Arthur Ashe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-7361267093284245395?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/7361267093284245395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=7361267093284245395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/7361267093284245395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/7361267093284245395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-progress.html' title='In Progress.'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/R_kZDdrJujI/AAAAAAAAAEg/miJK0lKKmMU/s72-c/GPOINT040508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-5027610376625163507</id><published>2007-09-18T06:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T06:45:11.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Focus at Night</title><content type='html'>For some reason lately, I have been really captured by the images I have been producing at night.. Not sure why, but I think that is the point, in general, to be struck by imagry.. the reason i originally picked up a camera.  enough jabber... stuff to look at..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The greatest mystery is not that we have been flung at random between the profusion of matter and of the stars, but that within this prison we can draw from ourselves images powerful enough to deny our nothingness."&lt;br /&gt;Andre Malraux (1901 - 1976)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Ru_WHRQsvcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YhZoFmJIFNM/s1600-h/Sunnyside_43rd_47_grn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Ru_WHRQsvcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YhZoFmJIFNM/s400/Sunnyside_43rd_47_grn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111539522469674434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Ru_WIhQsvdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Yk51PCFQjUA/s1600-h/Sunnyside_43rd_GRN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Ru_WIhQsvdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Yk51PCFQjUA/s400/Sunnyside_43rd_GRN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111539543944510930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Ru_WIxQsveI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/E7cX9ocLmxQ/s1600-h/BK_7_17_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Ru_WIxQsveI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/E7cX9ocLmxQ/s400/BK_7_17_07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111539548239478242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Ru_WJBQsvfI/AAAAAAAAAEY/O-ROhyNRuOY/s1600-h/BKrf002_9_17_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Ru_WJBQsvfI/AAAAAAAAAEY/O-ROhyNRuOY/s400/BKrf002_9_17_07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111539552534445554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-5027610376625163507?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/5027610376625163507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=5027610376625163507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/5027610376625163507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/5027610376625163507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2007/09/getting-focus-at-night.html' title='Getting Focus at Night'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Ru_WHRQsvcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YhZoFmJIFNM/s72-c/Sunnyside_43rd_47_grn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-3192126793368497767</id><published>2007-09-13T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T08:42:21.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE flix... part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulaUxQsvXI/AAAAAAAAADY/DQK2B7O2iq8/s1600-h/MAdgrizzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulaUxQsvXI/AAAAAAAAADY/DQK2B7O2iq8/s400/MAdgrizzle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109714565095800178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulaVBQsvYI/AAAAAAAAADg/9qP6qWOpeH0/s1600-h/warningstrat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulaVBQsvYI/AAAAAAAAADg/9qP6qWOpeH0/s400/warningstrat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109714569390767490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulaVRQsvZI/AAAAAAAAADo/JuB_pX7_oas/s1600-h/marc_fenDOOver001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulaVRQsvZI/AAAAAAAAADo/JuB_pX7_oas/s400/marc_fenDOOver001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109714573685734802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulaVhQsvaI/AAAAAAAAADw/jQJeSCsHTrs/s1600-h/Strat_towview_001aug07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulaVhQsvaI/AAAAAAAAADw/jQJeSCsHTrs/s400/Strat_towview_001aug07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109714577980702114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulaVhQsvbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jYLL0c5nWMM/s1600-h/Victorvill_LV_AUG07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulaVhQsvbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jYLL0c5nWMM/s400/Victorvill_LV_AUG07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109714577980702130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-3192126793368497767?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/3192126793368497767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=3192126793368497767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/3192126793368497767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/3192126793368497767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2007/09/more-flix-part-3.html' title='MORE flix... part 3'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulaUxQsvXI/AAAAAAAAADY/DQK2B7O2iq8/s72-c/MAdgrizzle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-3762821841918244175</id><published>2007-09-13T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T08:40:53.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Xtra Flix from my Trip. part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulZ9xQsvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/WDJkSIgNoiw/s1600-h/2cents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulZ9xQsvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/WDJkSIgNoiw/s400/2cents.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109714169958808866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulZ-xQsvTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wY_wQkiOF0Y/s1600-h/ALoeBlac001DOEVER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulZ-xQsvTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wY_wQkiOF0Y/s400/ALoeBlac001DOEVER.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109714187138678066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulZ-xQsvUI/AAAAAAAAADA/1Ue6FDFbUSg/s1600-h/BENTANUMBAUM001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulZ-xQsvUI/AAAAAAAAADA/1Ue6FDFbUSg/s400/BENTANUMBAUM001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109714187138678082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulZ_BQsvVI/AAAAAAAAADI/EuxrTDOJmtY/s1600-h/ARCH001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulZ_BQsvVI/AAAAAAAAADI/EuxrTDOJmtY/s400/ARCH001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109714191433645394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulZ_BQsvWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qx9_ZvIB9SM/s1600-h/HumaZeeeeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulZ_BQsvWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qx9_ZvIB9SM/s400/HumaZeeeeee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109714191433645410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-3762821841918244175?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/3762821841918244175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=3762821841918244175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/3762821841918244175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/3762821841918244175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2007/09/xtra-flix-from-my-trip-part-2.html' title='Xtra Flix from my Trip. part 2'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulZ9xQsvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/WDJkSIgNoiw/s72-c/2cents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-7940450858833801936</id><published>2007-09-13T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T08:39:29.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Via 3 Weaks on the Road..</title><content type='html'>So I have pretty much explained in my previous post why I love NY so much.. Also how tired of the west I am.  But to all sides there is another..  Following this rant are some photos from my journey..  Background: every 6 months I am in Vegas, for the MAGIC and Pool tradeshows, which are becoming a bit redundant, maybe I am outgrowing caring too much about a tshirt, nonetheless we are in Vegas.  For photos people would think vegas is amazing, crazy buildings lite up.. But that is easy.. I try to find the nuances of repetitiveness in vegas.. and people, they are interesting as well.   After staying at the Sahara hotel, for the past few years, we decided to switch it up.. We went to the Stratosphere, which was interesting.. it is worth the stay to go up to the top of the tower.. Vegas is amazing from that view, and in the same breath absolutely ridiculous.  There is a full city, in the middle of the desert, that is miles away from anything, which has no culture, except for gambling.. On top of it, the aesthetic, is taking slices of all the other greatest global cities, places, and time periods, and making them attractions. As a New Yorker, it is fucking mind boggling, and I get over it, the minute I enter it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to LA.. we headed to a handful of parties... Jayceeoh was in town.. and spun at a myriad of good events, The DO OVER, which is just a great vibe... cheers to the multitude of pitchers of Sangria.. all i have to say is damn.. Kicked it with Marc from Fenchurch, there is something nice about linking with a person that is from another city that has the same feelings on LA, ah.. this kinda is weak.. shall we sit here and get bent and talk some smack quietly together.. deal..   The interesting thing about LA is a party like the DOOVER, which has a great vibe, with much support from Stones Throw.. I feel something like that would never be that successful in NYC.. tipping my hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look I have had a way too traditional blog entry to not hate on myself.. WHY MUST I FUCKING WRITE ABOUT MY LIFE.. on a Blog.. and WHY DOES EVERYONE ELSE.. I do not need to see every place you went... we really do not care.. There I said it.. My life is just as interesting.. so feel free if i have offended you to let me know, you careless about my fucking mundane life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some flicks.. from the road..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As you journey through life take a minute every now and then to give a thought for the other fellow. He could be plotting something."&lt;br /&gt;Hagar the Horrible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulZSxQsvNI/AAAAAAAAACI/d9nD7mb-B6M/s1600-h/LA_AUG07HIGHWAY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulZSxQsvNI/AAAAAAAAACI/d9nD7mb-B6M/s400/LA_AUG07HIGHWAY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109713431224433874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulZTBQsvOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cfIOKuten8E/s1600-h/LAXpimpin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulZTBQsvOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cfIOKuten8E/s400/LAXpimpin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109713435519401186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulZTRQsvPI/AAAAAAAAACY/BMfwKnAW0tQ/s1600-h/strat_deckagain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulZTRQsvPI/AAAAAAAAACY/BMfwKnAW0tQ/s400/strat_deckagain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109713439814368498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulZThQsvQI/AAAAAAAAACg/DMIHFX2Wnuk/s1600-h/strat_deck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulZThQsvQI/AAAAAAAAACg/DMIHFX2Wnuk/s400/strat_deck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109713444109335810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulZThQsvRI/AAAAAAAAACo/d6UgwUcfltw/s1600-h/MADGREEK_BIGEATTERS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulZThQsvRI/AAAAAAAAACo/d6UgwUcfltw/s400/MADGREEK_BIGEATTERS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109713444109335826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-7940450858833801936?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/7940450858833801936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=7940450858833801936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/7940450858833801936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/7940450858833801936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-i-have-pretty-much-explained-in-my.html' title='Via 3 Weaks on the Road..'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RulZSxQsvNI/AAAAAAAAACI/d9nD7mb-B6M/s72-c/LA_AUG07HIGHWAY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-5528936777276784432</id><published>2007-09-11T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T12:54:35.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Califuckna.. I Really do Love u, NY..</title><content type='html'>The rumble of the subway overhead in my neighborhood, the sound of trucks barreling down Queens Blvd clearly over the speed limit, the sound of a overly stereotypical NYer sayin "EY YO" to a friend passing by... all these things mean the world to me.. How good it feels to be back in my element.. The last 3 weeks away in the West Coast was tryin on my psyche.  It is slower, nicer (aka faker), incredibly full of it self.. not to mentioned incredibly laid back to the point, where I wondered how the fuck anything gets accomplished.  Given I have been out there plenty of times, but for some reason, this was the most exhausting trip to date.  I know I have not come to any kind of point of this rant, but sometimes, you need to get general frustration off your chest.  I leave you all with some flicks of Queens prior to my descent, I will have some photos from my trip up soon, it was an interesting one.  I tip my hat to the Mad Greek Cafe in Baker California, which I have been to so many times, it has become a facet in our journey between LA and Vegas, they do have the best Strawberry shakes.. I will be back soon with some new... I mean that Matt... I leave you with a quote that I find fitting for cali, something I personally do not subscribe to, but fitting nonetheless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progress isn't made by early risers. It's made by lazy men trying to find easier ways to do something.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Heinlein (1907 - 1988)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Rua45_K2dGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/m-q9fhVtuiQ/s1600-h/QBORO_LIC_AUG07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Rua45_K2dGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/m-q9fhVtuiQ/s400/QBORO_LIC_AUG07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108974133647406178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Rua46fK2dHI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvwntSrsDPo/s1600-h/QueensPLZA_AUG07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Rua46fK2dHI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvwntSrsDPo/s400/QueensPLZA_AUG07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108974142237340786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-5528936777276784432?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/5528936777276784432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=5528936777276784432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/5528936777276784432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/5528936777276784432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2007/09/califuckna-i-really-do-love-u-ny.html' title='Califuckna.. I Really do Love u, NY..'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Rua45_K2dGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/m-q9fhVtuiQ/s72-c/QBORO_LIC_AUG07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-3410580471904297912</id><published>2007-06-06T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T06:41:55.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC... where the Y stands for Yuppie.</title><content type='html'>It has been slowly happening, some would say for the better part of 2 decades.  The truth is within the last 5-7 years NYC has been totally gentrified, where in most areas that were considered "the hood", are more and more becoming high class, bougie image areas, if I may.  These people that are moving in, need to understand that this is still NYC, and that just because you live here now, and _____________(where ever you are actually from) is not the same.  We honk our horns when we want to here, because we want to, we do not expect the world cater to us, we go and get ours, whether or not people want us to.  We do not threaten people and not except to get a mouthful, or better yet a fistful back.  I do remember growing up, and straight up keeping my eyes to myself, so they stayed on my face, and so I could keep my newest pair of sneakers, on MY feet, and not running off the subway without me.  Ok, so I get it, NYC evolves, my dad and I talk about this, but where is the line, when do the NYers left say, this is not NYC, we want our city back.  Now as much as it seems that I am asking for the same NY back, I am just asking for the NewJacks to respect the distant past, the ways of old, and not expect so much municipal pampering, that shit has to stop.  This used to be the worlds melting pot, and maybe to some degree it is, but i want to know how many New Yuppiers, have been to a part of an outer borough where the people that make this city really what it is live.  The dude that makes you latte in the AM, he does not live on your block, the lady that (if you have this) cleans your apt/condo, she does not live on your block, the dude that makes your Steam TOFU w/chili sauce, he does not live in your neighborhood.  What i am getting at, is this city was a place where people would come to better themselves, their families and their dreams of, hate to say it but, Freedom.  The hipsters/yuppies have moved in and are mooching off the land, expecting all to cater to their suburban ways.  Who is to blame, yes partly politicians, RUDY and MIKEY, but it is us, the natives, this is our land, if we want the in-between, or not a grimy city, nor an affluent city, we need to stand up, and take it back.   I believe in the compromise of the two different NYCs meeting in the middle, but I will say, we have no Middle class left, those that are left, are probably very close to the poorer side.  We are an affluent city, that keeps our workers close, now how terrible is that.. zero progression..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Rma5ZDjOD4I/AAAAAAAAABY/EuJJC-hl1B8/s1600-h/IMG_8414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Rma5ZDjOD4I/AAAAAAAAABY/EuJJC-hl1B8/s400/IMG_8414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072945870380339074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Rma5ZTjOD5I/AAAAAAAAABg/oHJmS2K30iA/s1600-h/IMG_8428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Rma5ZTjOD5I/AAAAAAAAABg/oHJmS2K30iA/s400/IMG_8428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072945874675306386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Rma5ZjjOD6I/AAAAAAAAABo/5UjR0IZywm0/s1600-h/IMG_8461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Rma5ZjjOD6I/AAAAAAAAABo/5UjR0IZywm0/s400/IMG_8461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072945878970273698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Rma5ZzjOD7I/AAAAAAAAABw/tdAndgspjyM/s1600-h/IMG_8459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Rma5ZzjOD7I/AAAAAAAAABw/tdAndgspjyM/s400/IMG_8459.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072945883265241010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-3410580471904297912?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/3410580471904297912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=3410580471904297912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/3410580471904297912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/3410580471904297912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2007/06/nyc-where-y-stands-for-yuppie.html' title='NYC... where the Y stands for Yuppie.'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Rma5ZDjOD4I/AAAAAAAAABY/EuJJC-hl1B8/s72-c/IMG_8414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-4150217499513739435</id><published>2007-05-08T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T08:34:53.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humble...Crewdness and Karma</title><content type='html'>One word can sum it all up sometimes.  At the same time we have to fight it.. a very interesting balanace needed to truly succeed in well most anything that is self driven.  We need to remain on the level, make sure no one is above us, or below us, we are at an equal plan with people.  I try to maintaint this, because you never know, where knowledge will come from, some of the most amazing tidbits of longterm life growing sagelike information has come from the most un assumeing people.  On the flip side of this hypocritical rant is to be larger than life, live what you have build to remind everyone everyday that you did this.... and yes sometimes you should and do feel larger and more established than others.  There will always be someone ahead of us, and someone behind us, be it on our coattails, or much further along the path.  We have to be a bit crewd but I will saying being able to put it down and assist who is behind us is great for our karma.. and our personal future.. or what lies ahead.. maybe someone ahead will be humble enough to give back.. literally.. Just some shit to keep in mind, while on our path to create our own.. Stay up and please keep working, for what makes you wake up in the AM... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The superior man is modest in his speech, but exceeds in his actions."&lt;br /&gt;Confucius (551 BC - 479 BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RkCYfqC1rBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/denVoXKi_Fk/s1600-h/fnl+for+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RkCYfqC1rBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/denVoXKi_Fk/s400/fnl+for+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062213650793999378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RkCW8KC1q_I/AAAAAAAAABA/oCiGS--CTks/s1600-h/IMG_8532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RkCW8KC1q_I/AAAAAAAAABA/oCiGS--CTks/s400/IMG_8532.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062211941397015538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RkCW8aC1rAI/AAAAAAAAABI/R9QD13IXRYo/s1600-h/IMG_8525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RkCW8aC1rAI/AAAAAAAAABI/R9QD13IXRYo/s400/IMG_8525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062211945691982850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-4150217499513739435?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4150217499513739435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=4150217499513739435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/4150217499513739435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/4150217499513739435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2007/05/humblecrewdness-and-karma.html' title='Humble...Crewdness and Karma'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RkCYfqC1rBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/denVoXKi_Fk/s72-c/fnl+for+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-1070985465400683652</id><published>2007-04-05T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T08:06:17.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ours...</title><content type='html'>What about our generation.  A group of people always "hustlin".  I too am in the same boat, yes I know I am hypocritcal. What does our future look like, are we really changing anything, is it really worth all the blogs, wed night parties, flyering, publishign, making and remixing music.. But we are all working for the aMerican dream, creative control, and independent wealth.   We keep saying and or living for, "one day we will be able to ___________(fill your own dream in). I have to say, I think it is all bullocks, I think maybe a small handful of us will "make it", and if we have not already, being the most cultural relevent and have the most ablity to change society cutlurally we may ever have at our current age/time period, maybe most of us will never.  Think for one second, that the Magazine, Record Label, Promotions Company, Website, Store, Clothing Line, Printing Company, Design Firm, Consulting Company, that you work for or in most cases Run, is really nothing at all, just something you did in your 20s, Imagine that.  I think everyday, will I be working some wack job one day, I have made it through most of my 20s not having to, but what if i had kids, and they had dreams... then what..  All these thoughts are contradicatry, i know that, I am just posing a question to us all, what is it worth, why do we work, what are we really doing, is it for ourselves, does the main part of the world know that "taste makers" or "influencers" exist, are they supposed to?   All I ask everyone is to truly question their talents, is it always neceassary to add to what we have already.. What kind of future are we headed to.. sometimes, I want to stop, and go do some real social changing, make some real moves, not just continue an obscure cutlure change.. If I have offended you.. bite it, i have offended myself.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Try not to become a man of success but rather to become a man of value."&lt;br /&gt;Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasting Power:&lt;br /&gt;My 100 Year Old Grandma's has been dying her hair for over 80 Years wow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RhUPOwYWm7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/zKu5opCVqA4/s1600-h/IMG_6882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RhUPOwYWm7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/zKu5opCVqA4/s400/IMG_6882.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049959303345511346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from the Marco Polo/Masta Ace Video shoot, I put this up, not becasue of anything, but it was a great day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RhUPPAYWm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/CnFTZfC9y1U/s1600-h/MArco_mastaAce_Vid001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RhUPPAYWm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/CnFTZfC9y1U/s400/MArco_mastaAce_Vid001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049959307640478658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-1070985465400683652?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/1070985465400683652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=1070985465400683652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/1070985465400683652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/1070985465400683652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2007/04/ours.html' title='Ours...'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/RhUPOwYWm7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/zKu5opCVqA4/s72-c/IMG_6882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-7789144720367211317</id><published>2007-01-29T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T09:44:23.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sycophants...</title><content type='html'>Long time coming.. after getting a load of shit from a lot of people about my slacking on bloggin.. I am back... Many topics have come and gone from my head, and I am sure I have ranted at a few people since I put fingers to keys again.  The reason for the delay is simple, you need to feel that topic.. I digress.   Sycophants, if you do not know what this word is, you should here is the definition from dictionary.com:   sycophant \SIK-uh-fuhnt\, noun: A person who seeks favor by flattering people of wealth or influence; a parasite; a toady.  Picking up what I am putting down..  They are the people that are surrounding the movers and shakers, the people that have no identity for themselves, and look to our culture iconic pinnacles for placement and value.  I tell you people we are the first generation with ultimate power, the internet.  Our parents generation would have loved to be albe to have this power, they would have organized hundreds of thousands of people and made (or tried to at least) make a cutlural, political, social change, not just a capitalist.  I am no saint, infact I am a capitalist, but I meet too many people that are zeros when it comes to personality and individuality, and have very little idea about world events, and the larger scale of our planet, not just between, Orchard and Essex.  We should be calling shots, and not just to Nike and New Era..  Lets spawn a brain and a mindset, it is our right.     Lets think for ourselves these days....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you commend, add your reasons for doing so; it is this which distinguishes the approbation of a man of sense from the flattery of sycophants and admiration of fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Richard Steele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Rb4xeTGkXmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mPx3nGIGjQI/s1600-h/IMG_6462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Rb4xeTGkXmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mPx3nGIGjQI/s400/IMG_6462.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025508630785711714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Rb4xfDGkXnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/plrmM11Ix8E/s1600-h/IMG_6494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Rb4xfDGkXnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/plrmM11Ix8E/s400/IMG_6494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025508643670613618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-7789144720367211317?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/7789144720367211317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=7789144720367211317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/7789144720367211317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/7789144720367211317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2007/01/sycophants.html' title='Sycophants...'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fo4l3xQmowQ/Rb4xeTGkXmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mPx3nGIGjQI/s72-c/IMG_6462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-115505823129480937</id><published>2006-08-08T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T10:30:31.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our great land..</title><content type='html'>So I went to Detroit this past weekend, to shoot some photos for Warner Bros.. That is totatlly not the point.. Detroit is one of the most run down, if not THE most rundown city I have ever seen in our country.. It makes Bmore look like a thriving metropolis. It really only fully upset me when I got back to NYC.. The city of which I call home, and is part of the thread that is my life is dying in my eyes.  We are the most full of ourselves, affluent, aloof cities.. Mostly because of all the transplants, changin our make up.. Yes they help our economy, but boy are they killing our culture, and feel.. It saddens me.. .. On a lighter not, I want to give some kudos to Lil Scrappy.  Yes I know, your thinking, what a weird fucking comment to come outta my mouth.. But I ran with him all day at the DUB show, and I have not seen that type of professionalism and dedication to fans in a while... He has won me over as a fan, a lot of respect.. I think some of our more ego driving indie insiders can learn a lot from a quality entertainer such as Scrappy.. All for the kids.  The dude signed CDs until security pulled him off to a flight, and his hand cramped up..   I leave you with some photos of my trip.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dedicate some of your life to others. Your dedication will not be a sacrifice. It will be an exhilarating experience because it is an intense effort applied toward a meaningful end."  Dr. Thomas Dooley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/SCRAP_DUB_DTOWNlowres006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/SCRAP_DUB_DTOWNlowres006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/SCARP_DUB_DTWONlowres002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/SCARP_DUB_DTWONlowres002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/SCRAP_DUB_DTOWNlowres009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/SCRAP_DUB_DTOWNlowres009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/DTOWN_LOWRES001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/DTOWN_LOWRES001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/SCRAP_DUB_DTOWNlowres003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/SCRAP_DUB_DTOWNlowres003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-115505823129480937?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/115505823129480937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=115505823129480937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/115505823129480937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/115505823129480937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2006/08/our-great-land.html' title='Our great land..'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-115481258369303334</id><published>2006-08-05T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T14:46:40.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are they really mocking us??</title><content type='html'>So it has been a while..  I wanna know are they mocking us.. You say who??? I say where do I start..  To commence this list my current favorite, Con Edison... If you are reading this from outta NYC, that is our electric and gas company.   How can there be a blackout in a sector of the city, and they bend the truth about the number of people effected.. So the city is not stressed.. Then it turns out they were lying.. WTF.  Then it took 5 days to get power back.. Aug 03 there was a major north eastern blackout that was remedied within 24 hours.. And your saying Con Ed took 9 days to get a rather substantial section of Queens power, I  call you on your BULLSHIT...  I walked by a man hole, of con ed works smokin stooges, drinking coffee, and looking at the fucking man hole.. I say to these gentlemen, wouldn't it help if the men were in the GOD DAMN MAN HOLE!!!! FIX MY SHIT..  Con Ed's advertising campaign this year was a beautiful series of black and white photographs, with their new slogan "CON ED ON IT" .. I want to change it to "CON ED FUCKED IT"... I leave you with some photos of Stevie Williams I shot today out in Jamaica Queens at Moes.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most likely way for the world to be destroyed, most experts agree, is by accident. That's where we come in; we're computer professionals. We cause accidents.  (Nathaniel Borenstein (1957 - )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/stevielowresMoes001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/stevielowresMoes001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/stevieLowResMoes002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/stevieLowResMoes002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/steviemoesaug06_lowres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/steviemoesaug06_lowres.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/stevieMoesaug06_lowres002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/stevieMoesaug06_lowres002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-115481258369303334?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/115481258369303334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=115481258369303334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/115481258369303334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/115481258369303334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2006/08/are-they-really-mocking-us.html' title='Are they really mocking us??'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-115289084585379968</id><published>2006-07-14T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T08:29:07.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intellectually challenged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/hmmm.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/hmmm.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/Refelct.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/Refelct.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so while watching the news this morning.. They were talking about a charity for the intellectually challenged..  ARE WE REALLY TALKING ABOUT STUPID PEOPLE.. I mean WTF. I want a charity for myself, we all have issues, but we all do not have charities. I want the I have hay fever and have issues buying medicine, because they made Claritin over the counter so they can mark the price up charity.  We should create a charge for all non native NYers to live here, and call it the NATIVE CHARITY.. We should charge NJ residence a fee to drive in NY, and to park..   I should get a discount because I live in Queens, because people always say "Queens, how far is that". I say FUCK YOU, go back to whatever fucking granola state you came from..  I end this rant with a....forget it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Too many have dispensed with generosity in order to practice charity." Albert Camus (1913 - 1960)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-115289084585379968?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/115289084585379968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=115289084585379968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/115289084585379968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/115289084585379968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2006/07/intellectually-challenged.html' title='Intellectually challenged.'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-115108571011350852</id><published>2006-06-23T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T11:03:21.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Test... Longevity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/pete004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/pete004.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/jean015lowres.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/jean015lowres.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/diamond003lowres.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/diamond003lowres.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/primo012lowres.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/primo012lowres.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/ALCsuit002webfnl.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/ALCsuit002webfnl.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the key component, to any real career, in any industry.. I could rant for ever, but instead I will post a handful of photos of some of my favorite people, that I have respect for.  They all taught me that it is all about longevity, integrity, and perseverance. I thank you all for giving me the knowledge and drive to keep moving forward..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Effective leadership is putting first things first. Effective management is discipline, carrying it out."  -Stephen Covey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-115108571011350852?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/115108571011350852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=115108571011350852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/115108571011350852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/115108571011350852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2006/06/true-test-longevity.html' title='True Test... Longevity'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-115081890276489083</id><published>2006-06-20T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T08:55:02.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quality.. What is that.. A lost Art.. I really hope not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/STRINGlights.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/STRINGlights.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is quality something that is an art?  Lately I see it as a hoax, a farce, a facade even.  People wait on line for anything that is limited for days.. WTF.. Then help create a 900% mark up on goods (sneakers, tshirts, hoodies, toys, videogames, you fucking name it).  I am a capitalist through and through.. but there is a limit.  It brings me back to quality.. If the quality was worth the 900% mark up, well fuck it yeah make is so.  Then I see a company that is actually putting quality out, and since they are not a brand name or couture, they do not sell, then they end up having to discount, and eventually if it does not fly go outta business.   So my issue is what happened to NYC individualism, and hunting for what is hot, not because we said so, or just because it is good ass quality and fresh as style.. So the fuck what if it does not have the latest name brand attached it it.. It all breaks down to outsourcing and profit margins, big business and homogonizing culture. that will be for tomorrow.. I end my rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Advertising is the modern substitute for argument; its function is to make the worse appear the better."  -George Santayana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-115081890276489083?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/115081890276489083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=115081890276489083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/115081890276489083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/115081890276489083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2006/06/quality-what-is-that-lost-art-i-really.html' title='Quality.. What is that.. A lost Art.. I really hope not.'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-115072745269463976</id><published>2006-06-19T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T07:32:41.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweat Equity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/homelessFranklin.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/homelessFranklin.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes.. A term that some will live for.. Maybe for too long.  It is what keeps us (the people that understand that) going..  A lot of work, little to no funding, a desire to have a small piece to call your own, and to possibly make that tiny piece.. Well to put it bluntly, damn big.  Then you get to this point where years of work and money stress get you to the point of not seeing the light at the end of the tunnel anymore, and seeing things get hazy (not that haze), but there is something else that keeps the grustle going... I have not decided if it is money or power(the ability to do anything you want(project based))..  Then you can see how they are very one and the same, and that most indies are striving to do what they do without stress.  That means to have a great deal of money, but not be on MTV Cribs, and if they were come out to my crib in Queens.. Check out the humble digs..  I have little point to make today, just kinda in my stress, and need to rant about my position.. Thinking I bet there is no other one I would want.. Work for your piece and your retirement.. fuck a 401k.. we got SWEAT EQUITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The chief value of money lies in the fact that one lives in a world in which it is overestimated." -H. L. Mencken (1880 - 1956)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-115072745269463976?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/115072745269463976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=115072745269463976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/115072745269463976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/115072745269463976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2006/06/sweat-equity.html' title='Sweat Equity'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-115046536934821018</id><published>2006-06-16T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T06:47:19.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Technology...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/blackout003.1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/blackout003.1.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I have been smashed in the face any harder by technology this week.. I mean really.  Phone (fucking VOIP), VPN (Virtual Private Network), Cell (never works in my office), the list could go on, but those were the trump cards that life threw me.  It totally halted business for a day for me, and made it half assed for two other days,  which if you don't know me, makes me a lunatic.  It really opened my eyes to something I had totally thought I knew about, but really had no idea.  How much technology runs my life, and many of the people around me..  Without it (in my life todate): I would not walk correctly (had reconstructive ankle surgery), I would not run a magazine (three people two coast, since our inception), those two are really the main things. For me it is plenty to stop and say.. Get the fuck outta here how much I am techo reliant.  I would venure to say that if technology had a collapse and we as a society had to go back to ways of the past, we would be like cavemen.  The reason you ask.. Well, the generation of people that lived in that manor, are dying off. I do not mean that in a malicious way, it is the truth. My Grandmother is that generation, she is 99, I love her, but comeon.. 99 not too many left..  I truly believe our elders hold the key to survival if what we know as the truth becomes a facade like some Hollywood shit..  I really had no point to this, so anyone reading this that is pissed that I did not crescendo, I apologize, I had to straight rant after the royal kick in the nuts by technology this week..  I bid you peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For a successful technology, reality must take precedence over public relations, for Nature cannot be fooled." -Richard Feynman (1918 - 1988)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-115046536934821018?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/115046536934821018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=115046536934821018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/115046536934821018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/115046536934821018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2006/06/damn-technology_16.html' title='Damn Technology...'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-115013565940878089</id><published>2006-06-12T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T11:07:40.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excess, Junk, Refuse.. etc..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/40th.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/40th.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just really need to know about: Faux Rolexs aka Fauxlexs, Viagra, Cialias, better APR, i won the Lottery in every other country than America, Oil Tycoon settlement, Credit Cards, Bank Scams.. this could really go on most of the day, and feel free to ad what you get..  This shit is fucking ridiculous. There are laws and programs to stop this, but come on it does not work.. I have a few issues with this (of course I do),  we have the most uptodate, advanced technology ever at this moment in time, why can we not stop fuckin EMAIL SPAM.. The reason, to much damn money invested, the people that have the techology to stop this, must be paid off.  They have to be. If I was on either end, be it the techo guy, or the biz/marketing person behind the SPAM, I would not care, as long as my check was cut on time.. Yeah that is shallow, well eat it I like to eat, but since it does not pay me FUCK THAT SHIT.. My dick works, I have a watch, my credit is fine, the lotto is a hoax(everywhere), I know zero people in Africa that have a settlement for me , soo I say they need to stop this.. I digress.. fuck spam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Junk is the ultimate merchandise. The junk merchant does not sell his product to the consumer, he sells the consumer to the product. He does not improve and simplify his merchandise, he degrades and simplifies the client."  -William S. Burroughs (1914 - 1997)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-115013565940878089?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/115013565940878089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=115013565940878089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/115013565940878089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/115013565940878089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2006/06/excess-junk-refuse-etc.html' title='Excess, Junk, Refuse.. etc..'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-114985972930796528</id><published>2006-06-09T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T06:28:49.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuel to the Fire all the way to Greener.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/PH%26BURNS002.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/PH%26BURNS002.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Somedays I wake up and wonder what it is that fuels that fire.  It is at that minute I wonder what it would be like to be a : Banker, politician, mathematician, gardener, riverboat captain, fisherman, rapper, elephant shit shoveler at the circus, hot dog vendor, miner, jewel thief, factory worker, president of the USA, dictator of a 3rd world country, bouncer, drunk, addict, headhunter (both kinds), you get the point..  But I know one thing... the grass is always greener.. I have been on the same path forever it feels like, and the grass is always greener.. People always want to be in my shoes, while secretly I want to be in theirs, that is why I keep waking up early, because after all this work, how could I actually want to indulge in the dream of greener pastures, while I am probably lying in a bed of flowers with well trimmed grass, and trees all surrounding me.. I still wonder.. time is on our side.. believe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Courage and perseverance have a magical talisman, before which difficulties disappear and obstacles vanish into air." -John Quincy Adams (1767 - 1848)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-114985972930796528?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/114985972930796528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=114985972930796528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114985972930796528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114985972930796528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2006/06/fuel-to-fire-all-way-to-greener.html' title='Fuel to the Fire all the way to Greener.'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-114969489022549408</id><published>2006-06-07T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T08:41:30.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ISM... Be that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/dog.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/dog.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok. So in the last few days I decided to find myself an Intern.. ok ok.. aka slave labor.. I really have no remorse first off for anyone that needs money to be down.. I eat more shit for mad years, than I care to talk about..  I have to tell you when I was in the process of trying to be involved aka 'down", I approached this with as much Professionalism as I knew about.  The level of professionalism has gone out the window. After reaching out to the digiverse for some strong interns.. I got more emails saying.. I am down.. check me out.. myspace/generic_human.. WTF.. SINCE WHEN IS A MYSPACE PAGE A RESUME.. It is not people. I see too many people want to be down, not willing to work for free and then not taking anything as seriously as a person that wants to get involved should be.  Yes we are mostly self driven, and independent, that does not mean we are not serious and professional, and take everything we do with the utmost respect.. by responding like that, I feel disrespect to the years of shit eating.  I repect anyone reaching out. just think about the long term if you are serious, no one is gonna extend any position free or not to a person that is not together.. I will tell you all, for every 15 people that are sloppy there is 1 persone that has it down.. that person will get a call or an email back, everyone else will wonder why they have not.. think about it.. be that 1, not the 15..   We care less..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nihilism is best done by professionals." -Iggy Pop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-114969489022549408?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/114969489022549408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=114969489022549408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114969489022549408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114969489022549408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2006/06/ism-be-that.html' title='ISM... Be that.'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-114909407554467416</id><published>2006-05-31T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T09:47:55.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play it.. That is right Your position..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/cabhotness.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/cabhotness.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this concept so damn difficult for people.. In every part of life you need to play your position.. If you are a mom, why trying to be dad.. This goes for professionals too.. I know and unfortunately have to deal with some of the most head in their ass people. .that have no idea a) what the concept means, and b) know even what their position is.  Why you ask.. Well this is where I fully can agree with corporate America.. In any machines on this planet, be it record labels, TV networks, or even colleges and schools, each person does a set duty, some more than others.  These people do not stray away from them, because usually they do not get paid enough. By do just that, they never try to take too much on, and therefore dropping the ball.  Again we all do not have budgets large enough to make that many positions, I too have been at fault here, and will probably be again.. But if you people know that, please take a step back before working with together people.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am looking for a lot of men who have an infinite capacity to not know what can't be done." Henry Ford (1863 - 1947)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-114909407554467416?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/114909407554467416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=114909407554467416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114909407554467416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114909407554467416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2006/05/play-it-that-is-right-your-position.html' title='Play it.. That is right Your position..'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-114900726909699139</id><published>2006-05-30T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T09:41:09.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Critical Mass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/FDN_records1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/FDN_records1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/FDN_records2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/FDN_records2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/FDN_records5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/FDN_records5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/FDN_records3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/FDN_records3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told this morning that I was slackin on the blog.. and the true is.. I have been.. Lets keep it moving.. The concept of critical mass, over saturation, mass production.. of what, well everything, but the only thing I really deal with is media.  Too many MCs, beat makers, producers, film makers, photographers, musicians, painters, graff heads, designers, and all around people trying to be professional creatives.  I actually listen to all the music that comes in, and I have to say that for every twenty cds I get (which is about 10 days worth, so that is two a day)  only maybe two are worthy.. out of those two maybe one will get "Recommended" in BD.. People get salty.  The same happens with Tshirt Brands.. I see a lot of heads that want me to review this product and wear it.. well I have gone on strike, I will not be wearing brands this summer, just Regional shirts, " the St. Marks Collection", and stuff from the local pizzeria, or deli.. I have had it with over cool, I understand that is hard to listen to coming from the dude that calls himself Fubz.. well you call all eat it.. Concrete Pirates forever...   "The problem is never how to get new, innovative thoughts into your mind, but how to get old ones out. Every mind is a building filled with archaic furniture. Clean out a corner of your mind and creativity will instantly fill it." -Dee Hock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-114900726909699139?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/114900726909699139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=114900726909699139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114900726909699139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114900726909699139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2006/05/critical-mass.html' title='Critical Mass'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-114779091965394256</id><published>2006-05-16T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T07:48:39.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke and Mirrors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/DAMN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/DAMN.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning world.. so i have not ranted for a few days... things have been busy.. not good or bad.. I actually got to reading the paper this morning and i am not sure if anyone saw that we are starting to have good ties with Libya again.. yet in March we were not.. They had the gall to say it has nothing to do with oil and then followed by talking about how much oil Libya produces.. All i have to point out.. is an average of $3.36 a gallon of gas.. Watch the price drop.. these fucking greedy pigs.. Smoke and Mirrors, watch us talk about how good someone is, then use the situation for what we need it for. I guess we can do whatever since we rebuild ties to companies.. o i mean countries that we have cut off 25 years ago.. So we will be in business with Iraq and Iran in 30 years.. great for my seeds.. it is all a farce for the big dogs to get rich,... I SAY SCALIWAG TO YOU YARGHH!!!!   "There are times when one would like to end the whole human race, and finish the farce." Mark Twain (1835 - 1910)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-114779091965394256?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/114779091965394256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=114779091965394256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114779091965394256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114779091965394256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2006/05/smoke-and-mirrors.html' title='Smoke and Mirrors'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-114744603224531142</id><published>2006-05-11T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:00:32.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holdin that tongue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/JordanMouselowres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/JordanMouselowres.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man is always listening.. aka Big Brother.. my mornings have been changed, by corporate amerikkka and bullshit as ratings.. They canned Star from Star and Bucwild, the other morning, for talkin smack and DJ Envy's kid.. Come on we all know dude is just bullshitting that he is gonna pee on Envy's kid.. I smell a person who's rating suck and saw a loop hole to get Star off the air.. well it worked, and i think no one is listening to anything but NPR.. It goes to show that money talks.. Not people.. Freedom of speech my ass. I hope that one day there will be another Murrow, someone to stand up to the system and fight for free speech and the rights that made us America.  We stole our land.. and now we can not take words in stride, I think they are looking at the wrong station, how many people have been shot at the "sloppy station" Keep in mind when the powers decide to smash people it is quick..  Star I will ride with you until the end.. Keep telling people what is up.. F all them..   "Free speech is intended to protect the controversial and even outrageous word; and not just comforting platitudes too mundane to need protection." -General Colin Powell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zilla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-114744603224531142?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/114744603224531142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=114744603224531142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114744603224531142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114744603224531142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2006/05/holdin-that-tongue.html' title='Holdin that tongue'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-114727027627177422</id><published>2006-05-10T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T07:11:16.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attachment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/pone5.26.03lowres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/pone5.26.03lowres.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start my week a few days late.. I recognized my attachment to my cat, aka Kitty, her surname, yesterday in full.  We need to travel down the path of what was wrong, but she was sick.  I took her to the vet and almost got into a fight with a 7 year old with a dog, for letting her dog fuck with my cat, and not to mention had to tell her mom to "Handle you god damn child", I think that is how it went.  Then I was about three seconds away from giving it to the asshole vet who cared as much as fucking Mussolini.  Alas I did not, and paid the large bill and kept it moving.. I never saw the attachment to my furball until all this happened.. It brought me to an interesting spot, where nothing else in my world was as important, my biz, my career, anything really. I am glad I could see that, too bad it had to come in the form of my Kitty getting sick.  She is getting better.. I will leave with a note to self, about really living this life we have...  " What I dream of is an art of balance." Henri Matisse (1869 - 1954)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-114727027627177422?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/114727027627177422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=114727027627177422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114727027627177422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114727027627177422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2006/05/attachment.html' title='Attachment'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-114727291683884853</id><published>2006-05-06T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T07:55:16.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mohawk.. Scalp Lock.. Difference.. History</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/40thstreetlowres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/40thstreetlowres.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it.. I find it the most whole I have been in years.. Shed all the excess.. I feel grounded. and centered.. It is only the first phase of the change.. May 19th all will see the freshness.. Then a good friend will bless me with dope portraits.. Most people have not flinched, or been surprised, as if I have had it for years.. I find it interesting, that the whole time this is really what people expected... As if I really give a shit.. I love it and am super comfy now.. The change gave my vision a more keen sense of focus.  I keep it moving..   "They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself."  Andy Warhol (1928 - 1987)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-114727291683884853?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/114727291683884853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=114727291683884853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114727291683884853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114727291683884853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2006/05/mohawk-scalp-lock-difference-history.html' title='Mohawk.. Scalp Lock.. Difference.. History'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-114677657679610154</id><published>2006-05-04T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T14:10:59.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is hip-hop Dead?? Bring the Dust Back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/plate001low.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/plate001low.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/primo012web_3_06lwores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/primo012web_3_06lwores.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start by saying the culture that took my under its wing is crumbling.. The most sold shit has a Machine behind it.. E40 says it on his new album, just listen.  The most quality music is still made in basements, where some of our favorite, classic changing you life as a buck, jams were made.  I want to know why a handful real heads feel hip-hop is dying, are we the older breed that can not understand what is next or... Is it that the rich folks that run the Machine and knows what makes it run, and keeps their kids in private school, in fly nikes, rockin the new iPod, etc. dictating what is next.  I heard WuTang on a subway train for the first time, not on some Myspace ish. If we want this artform that changed us and lead us to where and who we are today, we need to take action, the bull by the horns if you may.. I call all the editors, PR people, industry heads, magazines, websites, etc. to not support wack shit just for a dollar.. brand integrity, and quality control keeps our arts sacred.  Please change it.. Before we have nothing..  This art shit takes time, it comes down to choosing a path, if you want to make money stay with it for a long time, otherwise do what you were Slangin'...  "Instant gratification takes too long." Carrie Fisher US author &amp; movie actress (1956 - )&lt;br /&gt;_Zilla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-114677657679610154?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/114677657679610154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=114677657679610154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114677657679610154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114677657679610154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-is-hip-hop-dead-bring-dust-back.html' title='Why is hip-hop Dead?? Bring the Dust Back..'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-114671427682056074</id><published>2006-05-03T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T20:46:18.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Crunch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/FADERATlowres.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/FADERATlowres.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most things these days, as I get older.. I see it more.. are totally run by numbers.. Dollars, deadlines, calendars, time, cost, broke, equity... HOLY SHIT!! Time and money, of which I have little off. .The two things that run the planet on some level. Now I am not salty or angry, or mislead.. People have been telling me for years about this, whether or not I felt I could change the world after I read "Ishmel", is a totally different rant.  But after learning and then believing that all these people were correct, it comes down to making that "selling out" not that, turn it into Pimpery, you heard it right.. Pimp the so called system that is making you "sell Out", to do so you need super amounts of brand integrity.. "Sit down and figure that shit out later" -Redman&lt;br /&gt;_ZILLA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-114671427682056074?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/114671427682056074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=114671427682056074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114671427682056074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114671427682056074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2006/05/number-crunch.html' title='Number Crunch.'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-114666461818492739</id><published>2006-05-02T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T06:56:58.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Q</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/QUEENSBLVD2jpeglowres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/QUEENSBLVD2jpeglowres.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just wanted to leave some love to the place where i am home.. forever&lt;br /&gt;the Qboro..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-114666461818492739?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/114666461818492739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=114666461818492739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114666461818492739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114666461818492739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2006/05/q.html' title='The Q'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-114658787353145046</id><published>2006-05-01T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T09:37:53.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Payoff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/dingygatejpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/dingygatejpeg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A concept that keeps all us indies moving..  Was talking with my homie this morning, we have known each other for years, coming up 7 years..  The concept of why grind, and how long does it take for "the Payoff".   Well I am still not sure, so when I find out I will let myself know.. I think we are all a glutton for punishment. I wanna know really what happens when you find that dingy gate that leads to the beauty in the middle of chaos.. let me know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-114658787353145046?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/114658787353145046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=114658787353145046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114658787353145046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114658787353145046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2006/05/payoff.html' title='The Payoff'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-114623302668848829</id><published>2006-04-28T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T07:03:46.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Motions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/bikelowres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/bikelowres.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK. It is Friday. I had an incredibly interesting Thursday evening/night.   The course of events is rather trivial compared to the understanding of letting go, and traveling with the motion life wants to take you in.  We all have dreams some have goals, and see the path to their dream, whether or not they believe it will ever come to fruition. I think the key is to know and hustle and not question.  When the world gives you a fork in the road, only question it once.  I am still working on my own issues with that.. the ol' "what IF" theory.. I say after yesterdays fluid motion.. FUCK IT.. move without thought, but confidence. Pick a path.&lt;br /&gt;_ZILLA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-114623302668848829?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/114623302668848829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=114623302668848829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114623302668848829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114623302668848829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2006/04/natural-motions.html' title='Natural Motions'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-114614863975656201</id><published>2006-04-27T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T07:40:10.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Get Money Bitch."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/quarter2lowres.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/quarter2lowres.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is how Star concluded his show today. I will start my day on that note..  Get Money Bitch, I look at that as a mantra, and a fact.  Find the loop hole there is money everywhere.. But is it worth, our soul. My real issue is I want money to live and need it, but I do not want to give in.. fuck it, changing the world is for Idealists, I am a pessimist and am working one cent at a time.. Keep stackin'&lt;br /&gt;_Zilla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-114614863975656201?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/114614863975656201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=114614863975656201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114614863975656201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114614863975656201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2006/04/get-money-bitch.html' title='&quot;Get Money Bitch.&quot;'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-114609472220545440</id><published>2006-04-26T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T16:48:03.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look them in the eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/wiz002lowres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/320/wiz002lowres.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/wiz005lowres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/320/wiz005lowres.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who you ask.. Everyone I say. If you look at anyone from an alternative perspective that is what they will always remember and forever.  I have done just that, and only keep people that stand on their own feet, and transmit from their own beacon around me forever. Credit where it is due.. I will leave you with a photo of a hungry, talented, taken the game back to it's essence, cat.. I bring you the Kid.. Wiz Khalifa.... &lt;br /&gt;_Zilla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-114609472220545440?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/114609472220545440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=114609472220545440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114609472220545440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114609472220545440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2006/04/look-them-in-eyes.html' title='Look them in the eyes.'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-114597362818029971</id><published>2006-04-25T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T07:00:28.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/bob002lowres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/320/bob002lowres.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swapped Fubzaday for No Days Off. I felt it was more appropriate.. SInce this is my escape from No Days Off, why not honor that theory. Started thinking about a real vacation.. Costa Rica house... In honor of grinding and working, I leave today with a quote from Star "If you want to launch big ships you have to go to where the water is deep."  I also leave with one of the greatest  Grustlers off all time. Bob. Keep it moving. &lt;br /&gt;_Zilla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-114597362818029971?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/114597362818029971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=114597362818029971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114597362818029971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114597362818029971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2006/04/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-114581347482736353</id><published>2006-04-23T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T11:31:00.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Raining Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/fuckinmarklowres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/320/fuckinmarklowres.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to write a column called More Dumb Shit.. I was considering calling this blog that.. Yet i feel as if there is more to it than ranting about silly shit.. I can do that aswell, it should be called Contraditory Dumb Shit. For now i will leave an old photo from a rainy day years back.. .Today is the day to think about what lies ahead for the summer..&lt;br /&gt;_Zilla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-114581347482736353?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/114581347482736353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=114581347482736353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114581347482736353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114581347482736353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2006/04/sunday-raining-thoughts.html' title='Sunday Raining Thoughts'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26675439.post-114563730201364905</id><published>2006-04-21T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T09:39:39.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/1600/Cord%20in%20groundjpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4769/2794/400/Cord%20in%20groundjpeg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the ground up.. We start building this structure.. this is more for me to show all you cats what is on my mind.. spread the hate..&lt;br /&gt;Zilla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26675439-114563730201364905?l=fubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/feeds/114563730201364905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26675439&amp;postID=114563730201364905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114563730201364905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26675439/posts/default/114563730201364905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fubz.blogspot.com/2006/04/beginning.html' title='The beginning...'/><author><name>Fubz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11015226818212047310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
