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Year: 2011

Happy Holidays

Christmas Bokeh

Merry Christmas

That we may continually be blessed by the fortune of good health, great company, and meaningful lives.

Happy holidays, from the warm hearts of Kat, Lovine, and Nickel. :)

The Mysterious Moving Rocks of the Playa

Nickel says hello, from Death Valley. This stuff will never get old. One of the most amazing places on earth!

Feeling Lonely?

Pick up a rock.

I've been MIA the past few weeks on this blog. I officially realized it when my brother-in-laws (or brothers-in-law? brothers-in-laws? brolos?) both complained about having to see Cousin James as the last entry. I took that picture waaaay too long ago!

Kat and I have been trying to keep a clean house, and although there has been some progress, the to-do-list keeps on getting longer. And it always takes longer than planned to accomplish anything of significance.

The neverending to-do list. Maybe it's a subliminal way of keeping ahead of the New Years Resolution of keeping all my crap together. Another reason why it feels so good to drop everything and camp away from the city, so we don't have to think and deal about everyday crap. The only thing you have to think about is where you will have to crap that morning. Crap.

Always look out for mysterious rocks, ladies and gentlemen.

Smoking Up

Hey Cousin James, stop smoking and do drugs instead. AKA KBBQ/Kyochon. Mmmm.

Sasha Basso Subliminal Messaging

Was running through photos earlier, and found a very uncanny semblance between these two lovebirds.


Don't Take Candy From Strangers

Family Portrait

Hope everyone had a safe Halloween! Greetings from our dysfunctional family in the San Fernando Valley.

My Wife

Kat's Self Portrait

Shortly before we got married. :)

Look at my Rack

Installed a new roof rack from SMP Fabworks last night with the help of Fil! Looks great, and was a cinch to install. Can't wait to ride on top of it while Kat drives!!!

Snail Mail is Fun

Hello friends,

I'm on the USPS website about to splurge on some stamps. As some of you may know, we sporadically send out random postcards from our mini postcard printer. We try to keep it interesting, and try to combat spam (the bad kind) with snail mail power.

Tree stumps make me sad.

Hit the comments with your email on the form (it doesn't show up when the comment is published), or shoot me an email at blog[at]lovine.com with your postal and I'll put you on the list for random snail mail action. If you have received postcards before but changed address, let me know so I can update my records.

"Doesn't matter where you're from, love is always free from Lovine.com"

Dear Mr. Postman

Dear Mr. Postman

Dear Mr. Postman

We have some sort of announcement to make!

I will also make a not-so-crazy speculation that you will never meet another couple who personally hand-stamped the postmark on the envelopes themselves. No one. Except the two crazy cats "Paul and Kat".

The Grandstand

The Grandstand

Homestake Dry Camp

Last night, we slow danced under the moonlight and slept underneath a blanket of stars.

This, cannot be further from how I imagine life should be.

October is Here

Where are we going?

Where are we going?

There are times in your life when you wait for something to happen, before you choose to act. You wait for the confidence to envelop your doubts, you wait for the mental calm to assuage your fears. The gut feel, the whisper in your head, the incessant beating of your heart. Some wait for a short time, others wait forever.

Break out of your molds, and leave the past behind. Find yourself.
October is here. And so is now.

Where is Home?

You are so goddamn right, Egg. So. Damn. Right.

I miss you, and I love you.

Exhaust Headers



I did the work a month ago before I left for a business trip. I started by taking it to an exhaust shop and had them fabricate new 2" pipes from the cat all the way to the back, and slap on a turbo muffler. To save money, I opted to install the header myself a few weeks later, which eventually meant I had to drop the entire exhaust system, and drive it back to the shop to have the collector welded back to the cat. Driving with the headers disconnected from everything else, I expected it to be loud, but loud is an understatement. I felt like I was driving a machine gun. I got a thumbs up from the guy mowing the lawn, and dirty looks (I imagined) from everyone else. I'm a Leo and bask in attention, but never the bad kind. I was sweating balls until I got to the shop.

Have a lot more things I am working on, and the bucket list for the Shitzuki is getting longer. Almost done with a little suspension work. I put in heavy duty shackles, and replaced all the stock shock absorbers (one was totally shot). I just need to torque it up and tear up some pavement with my 1.3L mini motor!! And I need to sleep. Now.

The Void

There's a lot to be done in the next few weeks, and I've been out of the loop in synthesizing my spiels to further cloud my perceptions of order and chaos.

Like everyone else, I always look forward to the silent moments of reflection, away from the noise of hustling through shit that needed to get done yesterday. I'm not sure if I'm subconsciously piling more onto my plate of expectations, because it significantly increases the appeal of being able to look at (lofty) goals from far away and say: I survived, or I gave it my best and I ain't nothing less, or eff it's not that important to my life. The goal is to come out of it the wiser man.

Have you ever ridden anything on two wheels? A bicycle? A motorcycle? When you're on two wheels, you will go exactly where you look. If you stare at the arriving pothole, there your wheels shall cross. To execute a beautiful turn, you need to look out into the curve. When you are unsure, give it some more gas. Look at danger in the eyes. When you are unsure, give it more gas.

The Dalai Lama was asked what surprised him most, he said:

"Man. Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money.
Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health.
And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present;
the result being that he does not live in the present or the future;
he lives as if he is never going to die,
and then dies having never really lived."

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