EMBA Busness card ideas

mudholes to fix in millcreek

So I took my new bike(thank you to CKUA and Aviva insurence) for its first spin through mill creek. we went looking for problem trails that need fixing and we found mud.
People who try to avoid the mud end up widening trails or creating new trail branches.

Standing water on trails leads to ruts, and unridable trails.

The bigest souphole is below the millcreek drops
You have to hike a bike around it if you don't want to do more damage.

The sooner you fix little problems, the easyer they are to fix


mud and more mud it's a problem we need to fix.

Stolen Bicycle

My Bicycle has been kidnapped, No ransom requests have been made. I am hoping that somehow this will all turn out well That I will get Sol stone back but I have my doubts. Please keep your eyes out for this blue and Silver free spirited Jamis Dakar. She's Only 4 years old and I'm not sure how she'll survive without my Tender loving care. We use to go for long ridses in the park or Roll home together late at night.

OK In all Seriousness this is not a joke, Though I am trying to deal with it, and humor helps. My MtnBike was worth more to me then what ever price the thieves will get for it. Any help you can provide even by just remembering what She looked like and keeping your eyes open, Would be great

I really hope this is not a memorium for Sol Stone but I suspect it is.

A couple of trippy pics I was playing with

Nothing incredible but I like them, let me know what you think

PSP Wallpaper From Requests and Personal Fun

this is the Board where I take requests Gamespot PSP request boards
And this is the Union on which the request Back log and Wallpaper archive are Located

This is one of the many reasons I have not Updated this blog in Ages. For another reason see the Family pics Post below.

Pictures of the family

We like to Go to Borden Park in the Summer. the 1st pic is Owen and Mom and the second is Owen wondering Why dad is Up a tree making Bird sounds.







next up we have Dad and Owen's fall Bike ride in the Park, Don't we have Style

A Photo Dad took of Owen in a rainbow Tube

I really ought to take the red eye out of that one.
in that Spirit her's Owen's "little Stinker" Haloween costume


Oh and in the Spirit of the Season Owen's first experiance with a christmas tree = Ok now I take the decorations Off right!

Oh and then we have the Pets a hairless Princess Sara Spazbeast and A chillin' ferret named Coconut

EMBA Group on yourmtb

I am now moderating a YOurmtb.com to promote EMBA go to yourmtb.com and under people there is a groups section. signing up is free.

I shrunk Kashie's art to work as a header, Hope it works

A neat Idea For A D&D Character

Open your Imagination and Picture this. A Halfling (Kender, Hobbit) who is a typical mischievious problem creating troublemaker. A light fingered light hearted individual who always manages to get out of trouble well leaving others stuck in it. Nothing new hear However at some point prior to the Campaign the Halfling angered and I mean greatly angered a high level mage.

Said Mage (Wizard, sorcerer of at least 10th level or better) decided that the reason the Halfling was such a problem resided in the fact he was too small to keep track of. After more then one Enconter with my charactor he decided that he knew the fix. He cast Enlarge Person(throwing the Threaded Iron over the Halflings head as he ran) and then made it last by casting Permanancy on the Halfling.


instead of being 3 and a half feet tall and weighing 35 lbs he's now a 7' Tall top-notted halfling who weighs a whooping 280 lbs.

needless to say this makes him clumsier but also Stronger. and Much easier for the Mage to Avoid. Needless to Say the Halfling Is Angry and Looking to fix his new found Size Problem

now into the rules of it (not much munchkinism that I can See)
A normal Halfling get's +2 dex and -2 strangth
Enlarge person gives him +2 strangth and -2 dex so he get's no stat changes just like a human.

he's a medium creature
He gets a -1 on attack rolls and AC from the Enlarge person which is offset by the Halfling's Samll creature +1 to the same stats so this Is also Anuled.

I would Assume the +4 size bonus to Hide would Also Go Away.

Base Land Speed Stays at 20 feet
I assume the rest of this would stick as normal. no reason size would change it.
* +2 racial bonus on Climb, Jump, and Move Silently checks.
* +1 racial bonus on all saving throws.
* +2 morale bonus on saving throws against fear: This bonus stacks with the halfling’s +1 bonus on saving throws in general.
* +1 racial bonus on attack rolls with thrown weapons and slings.
* +2 racial bonus on Listen checks.
* Automatic Languages: Common and Halfling. Bonus Languages: Dwarven, Elven, Gnome, Goblin, and Orc.
* Favored Class: Rogue. A multiclass halfling’s rogue class does not count when determining whether she takes an experience point penalty for multiclassing.

Now From anyone out there who Has ever DM'ed a Game Tell me this would you Allow this Charactor in your Campaign. And If not Why? I think this would be a hell of a lot of Fun to play... and What better reason to Adventure then to as K-Os put it get "Back into the Man I used to be"

Peace out

the grove near goldbar

Planning an SCA Device

so with an Afternoon of research behind me and an Image in my head that I would love to see plastered on my back as a patch, or bLazoned on a cloak or a tabard

anyway in heroldic terms it is described thus

"per saltire sable and argent a magpie proper rising"

This is my experament in ms Paint to show the idea it's not great But I think it conveys



this is actualy Per saltire argent and sable. I'm not sure if it would work better this way or the other.
All Hail the infamous pirates of Antir .

EMBA art gallery logo demos

All art on this page by Kasha eternal_nightz@hotmail.com

The E.M.B.A

The Edmonton Mountain bike Alliance had a great productive meeting today and here is my attempt at a logo.


This was done in Paint, well at work so the quality is not great, but hay it's not bad for a start.

The EMBA has lots of promise, I will let you know more when I get more info and when I have more time.

till then put you feet on the peddles and ride

pictures for the poem "Freedom's Hi-way"

designer gourmet catch-up (extra spicy dijon)

sometimes i think my mind follows the rhythm of popcorn. so Here I am back on the scene, blowin' up a whole new dream.

Listen to tracks by the following if you can

Chumbawamba -off there new album "a singsong and a scrap" nice sort of folky politicle.
"Yell Fire by Michael Franti amazing stuff.
the incredible Robert randolph and the family band "colorblind" is the name of the album.
medeski martin scofield and wood, have a new album out called "out louder" great Jazz with electronic
I listen to it paired with down to the bone "spread love like wildfire"

these are all great Albums and an example of what I have on my Z5(new MP3 player).

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I promised poetry and though it's farther then 1 a week apart by a long shot this is a good poem. I have some "broken TV" pictures to go with it I'll upload those and others when I get a chance. for now here's the poem.

written dec 30 06 this is

Freedom's Hi-way

We're going east of 97, south from one eighteen
gonna ride down freedoms hi-way see what can be seen.

north of jasper avenue and west from the river green
Right beside the transit line look at the graphiti scene

ride my bike down the road to freedom just past 2 am
he asks me for a light doesn't have a penny to spend
He's trying to smoke a birthday candle
hoping it'll be more in the end
When I point out the illusion he tosses it away
in disgust, reaches in
to his ashtray of a pocket
pulls out a hand full of butts
I light him up the longest cigerete end he can find
he thanks me for helping him die a little
it's the only way he knows how to survive


We're going east of 97, south from one eighteen
gonna ride down freedoms hi-way lookin at a different scene.

He offered to sell me a TV that was shattered on the street
a joke across from the cop shop
a cracked image on the screen
maybe someone got sick of watching
that consumer driven machine
an' the nightly disaster you see on the 6 o clock news
divided up so nicely with adds for things they can't use


east of 97, south of one eighteen
down on freedoms hi-way in the centre of the capitals boom town scene.

There's a business women on the corner
Who's lover does not know her name
She can't talk about her Job
Communication is illegal when your getting paid
She's walking the street from 9 to 5
But does she have a bed in her own Home
and does she have someone to cuddle at night
or is the irony she sleeps alone

Now I'm not livin' on Freedoms hi-way
my home is on the other End
But I go down it every other day
to reach the destinations I can.
I see what's happening on it
there free to live there if they can only fend
Off the disasters the pain and the strife
That's a part of Daily life

east of 97, south from one eighteen
north of jasper avenue and west from the river green

I'm not saying it only happens there
You know it's everywhere
But down on freedoms hi-way
there's no curtains to prevent you from seeing
Those who's lives you do not share
There on the road to freedom
They might survive to get there.

poverty and the fight for a place to sleep

It's cold outside tonight, hay that's november for ya. Snow Ice and minus degrees c who knows weather.

but Most of us only have to move through it. not live in it.

I went to Homefest today and lisened to some great artists talk, sing and inform us about the plight of the homeless.

more then 2000 people are out there tonight in the cold with out a place to lie down. some of them are lucky enough to be able to couch surf, but not all.

the Waiting list for low income housing is over a year long
and most shockingly if 1% of the governments annuel budget was spent on this issue it would no longer egsist.

it's not just single males out there or drugeys and drunks like some would have you think. there is Familys, Men women and children. there are people with money and jobs, educations. they just didn't find the luckto have a place to lay there heads.

think about that. next time your complaining about shoveling your walk, about the size of your garage(you could probobly sleep two familys in it anyway.)or the raising property taxes and rent/house payments.

How can each of us help, this is how. Spread the words talk about it. care!

In an alternatve reality this rant/poem is not sarcastic

Are you sick and tired of all this equality in the world
all this peace has got to go.
the left wing government has messed up this country to no end
there is no rich or poor yet everyone's got what they need
I'm sick of it all Think I'll start a war

it'll be hard since there's really not much to fight over
borders were erased years ago, and all the resourses are shared
we've realised that were animals and returned to the cycle
religions have become a personal experiance that is shared for enlightment
prejudice is gone because the blood in all womans vains
has been mixed like a rainbow in a blender were all just humans now
I'm sick of it all, what were we thinking, got to do something
Think I'll build a wall to stand behind
Better start a war

Maybe I could..could build a bomb but for that I'd need a factory
and they went out with green house gas.
The peacefull revolution against the oil, and polution
we never thought it would last...but it did now that's past
living human powered combined with solar energy
makes it preety hard to fly destruction overseas.
But I've got to do something, this co-egsistance must come to an end
got to start a war

are you with me
pick up a rock and hurt someone
are you with me
sharpen your tools turn your farms into fuel for the fight
are you with me
build a better weapon to keep the others down
lift your hands to the sky and fight just to fight
pick a leader, pick a reason, I Don't care
I'm the last of my kind and I'm going Extinct
I'm the last War-monger doesn't it make sence
we've got to stand with our backs to reality
Slice down all those who appose us with there non-violance

Have you got a better idea, a Solution to all this hope and happyness

Don't we need a little more fear and hate in this world
come on march behind me, close your free minds,
Don't you see that by making the world a worse place for someone else
you make it better for yourself
because were not the same as them so they ought to be worse off then us

Doesn't that make sence, Logical isn't it!

So help me start a war
we've got to start a war
everbody needs a war
what better solotion could there be
then starting a war
It's time for a WAR
WAR WAR WAR!
say it with me
scream it with me
WAR WAR WAR


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PEACE -in honour of the 3000 some odd years in which people have been fighting
for reasons I can't comprehend. I cry

Days and Months forget about the years

So I have known for some time that our English version of the gregorian calandar had pagon/norse names for the days of the week. So I decided to investigate a little more about this.

and I found this neat little table and info on a Skeptics.com article about mounths
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Seven was chosen apparently in acknowledgment of the Genesis story where God rested on the seventh day[saterday not sunday] although there is a strong suggestion that it reflected the seven pagan gods visible in the sky as the planets, sun and moon
The names of the days in Latin countries are sensibly the Roman gods but the English ones are mostly the equivalent Nordic gods.

Sunday (sun) = Dimanche (dies Domini, Lord's day)
Monday (moon) = Lundi (moon)
Tuesday (Tiw) = Mardi (Mars, god of war)
Wednesday (Woden, Odin) = Mercredi (Mercury, messenger god)
Thursday (Thor) = Jeudi (Jove, Jupiter, top god)
Friday (Frigg, Freya) = Vendredi (Venus, god of love)
Saturday (Saturn, Roman god of agriculture) = Samedi (Sabbath day)
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now I knew the Norse references but not the latin ones, or the planet info.

I was also curious about where the names of the mounths came from and found this on info please

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January: named after Janus, the god of doors and gates
February: named after Februalia, a time period when sacrifices were made to atone for sins
March: named after Mars, the god of war
April: from aperire, Latin for “to open” (buds)
May: named after Maia, the goddess of growth of plants
June: from junius, Latin for the goddess Juno
July: named after Julius Caesar in 44 B.C.
August: named after Augustus Caesar in 8 B.C.
September: from septem, Latin for “seven”
October: from octo, Latin for “eight”
November: from novem, Latin for “nine”
December: from decem, Latin for “ten”

NOTE: The earliest Latin calendar was a 10-month one, beginning with March; thus, September was the seventh month, October, the eighth, etc. July was originally called Quintilis, meaning fifth; August was originally called Sextilis, meaning sixth.
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now other sources told me that the mounth names of July and August were changed to roman emperers names because they did great work on the calandar. suposedly Julius Caesar brought the idea of a solar calandar back with him from Egypt, and so they honoured him with a month name in between the gods and the numbers. Augustus was rome's first emporer and helped wth calculating leap years.

the gregorian calandar we use is pope gregory XIII final version. and I find it very interesting that our christion based calandar has so many pagon/mythical references

so there's a wee bit of inane info you can think about next time your looking at your calandar. and hay there not done, there is people who are still patitioning the UN to change the Calandar.

I been busy but you don't complain

I wonder if noone complains because no one reads,
or if your all just such a bunch of laid back hip cats that it's all just ease..y
you never comment yet those hits aren't all me
so who else is hanging out in these trees.

music of the moment let's play tracks from my MD. Kinnie star And rachelle van Zantin both have new albums out that just don't let your ears put them down. I love michael franti's yell fire and there's some good tracks on Bruce cockburns don't wait call now.

now I am so hyped by a great discovery so here's a poem about FOSS (free open source software)

Free sounds good to me

trip your eyes down the isle and watch the cash register roll , $120, $299, $75, $95
it all adds up to way to much but it's not hard to do
Why should I have to choose when there's another option
Don't Steal it, Don't crack, frack , or hack it.
because you can get something as good or better free

I don't need your "Word", and I'd rather "Gimp" then "photo shop".
Rather then [Exploring the internet] I think I'll ride a "firefox"
you can keep your own "Outlook" I'd rather look at "thunderbird"[s].
my [office is open] come on in and see.
these cd's weren't [created easy], they were [deep burned] by me.

perhaps the best is yet to come I'll open my mind to see
it's a little easyer to do since my wallet can relax with ease
they keep on updating and I don't pay a sent
Guess I ought to take a look at the "dapper drake" or that fedora
and there is still [ad's I'm aware] of and can "search and destroy".

boy this is looking easy and there's thousands of people developing all these good toys.
less hackers and virus then if I followed the pack
sweet games like "plane shift" and "Savage" actualy come free of charge,
and they work on linux a marvel of a marv..

now the best of the best in my eyes at least i has some Audacity
a sound editor thats open source and doesn't cost me my mouse arm.
so the lack of costs is great but the freedom to do what I want
is what makes it truly free. Even If I can't code there's no cla$$ limiting.


Ok weather the poam is any good is questionable but it's a new joy. software that I can afford and that is also free is really freeing. I mean I can afford to play a MMORPG(plane shift), edit photo's I take, and edit Audio, interviews & poems I've recorded with my MD.

poetry later links now

here's some neat biking quotes

and this is Another blog from someone I know very well...my kitty she called it "blog title no friggin idea"

o yea that's it for now. new pic coming soon.

poetry the muse is life, song the muse is child

A song for owen,

There is infinite love in the eyes of a child
infinite love for us all
there is infinete love in the eyes of a child
for every man woman boy and girl

There is true forgiveness in a babys smile
for all the wrongs that were ever done
true forgiveness in a babys smile
why are they the only ones

There is hope and peace in the eyes of a child
hope and peace for the world
there is trully hope for peace in the eyes of a child
now if only adults could learn
now if only adults could learn

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I wrote that for my son, well watching him smiling lieing on the floor, he likes to hear me sing, he turns my poetry into song. it's also a good way to calm him down or put him to sleep. on August 26 i wrote it so it counts for last weeks writing
now this weeks poem. this next poem is a ....
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Spontanious poetry explosion

fear, love, verbs, pizza
coffey, black as night sweet as juxtaposition
The storm of Stones (skule-thume) will punch you in the face with the force of an axe
1d6 to be egsact

my mind shatters on the keys
T Y U I O
I don't owe you anything For I'm not drinking Tee.
BUt I still pay you with the Tapping of this saver of trees

I sapose I'm going nowhere, and spelling the words wrong too
Does that mean I' took the wrong turn going nowhere
and ended up at somewhere soon

If you try to analise my lines
Go ahead it'll break the kindness of your lies
For you'd be putting more thought in your reinterpretation
then I ever put in mine.

It's all just words but hay I guess it's good enough for 35 minutes past yesterday
I'm living in tomorow anyway

Peace love joy
the toys of the true world are are rotting on the streets of the poor
well they wandur on the pedways above crying
greed, hate, destroy
Don't touch the ground
just get in your car and drive
I'll be on my bike
Putting my foot Down at Every second street light

this thought train can not be derailed for it was never on the track in the first place

words are only powerfull when they strike a note in your brain
keep on writing, give more words lives.