Happy Birthday to the mackadocious one, pinche Guy! He and the Mrs are mosting in the Europe, and likely doing awesome stuff and playing music in super cool French places. Here we are in San Jose after adopting an orphaned pizza that was like 70% uneaten.

Pizza

 

G-Town BizCayne

Viva la FOCHO guey! Got to cruise the G a bit and max out, was the best way to transition back to the grind. Operation Back to BAYsics is fully underway, should be back by G-Fest. Until then, trying to hold onto them motherland vibes for as long as possible (I'll do a post about India soon) and make music while I do the day to day thang. Ready and inspired to root myself back in Bay soil and sprinkle game in a major way.

For all of us who are physically separated from the Bay currently, this should get you hype. Bless up yall!! YEE!!

Hey yall! One month in already!!?? Damn! Hope yall are back in the swing of mostin and putting in work towards big things in '18!

Avila Beach, CA - Office views. Well, lunch views.

Workflow - I get 20 miles in round trip

I've certainly found a groove out here in SLO that I've been riding, but I would be lying if I said I didn't miss the Bay everyday. We (the Bay) get(s) stereotyped as being inherently "progressive", like we just see all the fuckery of the rest of the country and strive to do better. Nah guy. The Bay is a place of inherent conflict: economical, racial, spacial, cultural. From this conflict, we are forced to have conversations that others don't, forced to be face to face with one another, and from here, the progress, the camaraderie, the unique culture arises. FOCHO embodies that for me.

I've met a lot of cool people out here, but I definitely miss the frequency that the Bay is on, how casually, yet articulately, people speak about life, about issues under the surface, the realness. This morning, I came across this conversation on when it is appropriate to call someone "racist", and journalism's role in making such an assertion. It reminded me of conversations with y'all, of chillin at home, and it's tight. It really amps up at the mid-point, when the psychologist brother comes on and breaks it down real proper. Given the political climate, where I am geographically, the year, the day (1st day of Black History Month!), I felt it was a good one to share.




Stay up yall!

L

 Onion? I ated that shit
Union? I don't even watch that shit. I slappeded that shit off the table. That shit was good.