International Update: Minister of Finance


For those of you who may be unaware, our beloved Minister of Finance is living in Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico playing professional soccer for one of the 4 teams in Guadalajara.  Its a great ceetey.  His absence has been sorely missed every time we attempt to divide the IHOP bill by the number of ministers at breakfast.  He has kept in touch and sent the pictures you see below.
IMGP0726.JPGThe official name of the club is ‘Club Deportivo El Oro’.  For those of you who don’t habla the espanol, ‘El Oro’ is Spanish for ‘The Oro’
Finance says, “Club Deportivo El Oro has two venues: ‘La Primavera’ and ‘El Estadio Jalisco’, the team is in the Mexican Second Division of Soccer, and I’m not sure about the mascot, but I would have to say it is GOLD.  Sometimes they call us ‘los mulos; which refers to the mules that were used to carry the gold from one place to another.”
IMGP0714.JPGBelow is the link to the club homepage, which is all in Spanish, so you’ll have to find a Spanish speaker to decipher it’s code.

You should write an email to say hello or actually go down to see a game, which I may actually do very soon.  If anyone is interested in sampling some authentic Mexican Meat Pancakes from Mexico in the near future, let me know.

In his free time he has been helping a mechanic bro who recently started a small
shindig of buying and selling used cars.  “We do all the mechanical,
body and paint work.  Here are a couple pics of him and I taking out
the fuel injectors while tuning up my malibu.”


Another one with his son
who is learning the ropes. 


“Also a picture of a dood i know who lived
some time in L.A.  His shirt says, ‘An akward morning beats a boring
night.’  i think the cold sore on his lip is a nice touch.”


Our beloved Financiero is living the dream, hopefully he’ll be someplace we can all watch him soon.  LA Galaxia friendly?

Calculate your own bill, Suckas!

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Someone is trying to take advantage…

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I ran across this picture while looking through my archives and I couldn’t resist. 

Its Science


This past July I made my way down to Barro Colorado Island, Panama to do my research on Tropical Rain forests using “Lasers”.  Competition made his way down and helped me with a little field work and managed to sneak in a dance with a German graduate student.  We ahre laughfing!

I meant to make this post right after my trip but I got a little sidetracked and forgot.  But here’s a little photo essay of my ‘International’ experience in the rain forest.

P1050729.JPG  Barro Colorado Island is in the Panama Canal Zone


P1050091.JPGMOM tracks the elusive Tree-Finance

P1050098.JPGAnteater climbing a tree and big ugly tropical spider

The native tropical vegetation was pretty impressive
P1050266.JPGThe tree at right is the “Walking Palm” which can sense canopy gaps where extra light is coming through
and it will literally “walk” across the forest floor by

putting down its butressed roots in one direction and pull them up on the back end. Science!

P1050629.JPGThe financier of my journey, Dr. Tom Gillespie. (left) The Professor, Competition and myself managed to rack up a $60 bar tab (which is impressive at 75cents a beer) and then accidentally leave on the last day without paying, whoops!

Bananas with mini-snickers bars baked in->

P1050628.JPGThe tropical biologists were a slightly rowdier group than I expected, on the last night they threw a party to celebrate Comp leaving the island even though he’d only been there one day.  Assholes.

P1050649.JPG“I went to Germany once. Do you know Timo? See, i used to live in SPAIN!” ->
After having a good number of libations, jumping in the
P1050634.JPGcrocodile infested lagoon with minimal clothing seemed like the best plan.

P1050078.JPGTrick is to make sure there’s always someone further from the pier than
you.  (seriously, two biologist swimmers have been attacked here over the years.)
<- nearby

P1050449.JPGAnd the Money Shot….

I may have looked a little dumb taking a picture of my empty plate in the field station’s cafeteria, but i look pretty smart now. 

Praise be to almighty Science and Gooooood Flapjack!

Tequila Goggles


This is why the men of IFS stick to Budweiser, Whiskey and the occasional dose of Heat. 
I ran across this and had to share.





Bernard Baggarly Member of the Year 2008


At the close of a great weekend, I’d like to make a post
about the Member of the Year.  Saturday
morning our Minister of Letters was awarded the member of the Year for
2008.  The list of reasons Letters was
awarded MOY is long, but at the end of a great IFS weekend after all the
hungover Ministers and Rabbi limped home, Baggs shows us the way. 

I realize most came from further away than LA,
and some didn’t come at all.  (PAT?) I
actually wasn’t there when IFS saved Christmas. 
So I owed one.  There’s a lot of ‘take’
in an IFS weekend, sometimes it feels great to ‘give’ a little something back.  The Ministers of Letters, MOM and Art and
Design all managed to make it down to the ‘Hillside House’ to spend a little
time with developmentally disabled men and women.  The experience was moving to say the

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Letters recently picked up a new
job at Hillside House and helps these folks as a second job.  The levels of functioning varied greatly
between residents and some people could hardly interact.  Others are relatively lucid and many have
well developed senses of humor and fun.  The
following video is a resident named Chris painting with us.  Chris has many girlfriends and likes to talk ‘smack’
to Bernie or anyone else in his path.  While
A&D and myself were largely bystanders, Letters introduced us to many
residents, helped with watercolor painting, fruit punch, football watching,
email, and just ‘clowning’.

Part of the reason i wanted to post these photos is to highlight what Letters might not mention himself in casual conversation.  He has a very positive impact on a number of these people and is recognized throughout.  Although our visit was brief, we got a great glimpse into a very special part of his daily life.  Parts of our visit were relatively humbling and the condition of many residents require constant care and supervision, some things are a little tough to see.

I really respect these selfless people who
work at the Hillside House an
d other similar establishments. 
Maybe I’ll go help some underprivileged Los Angeles youth who don’t
have fathers to play catch with, honestly I was that inspired. Good Work
IFS gives.


Sorry About Your Paris: A Photo Essay


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Bunker and Warchild would not be pleased…


This post is directed at the Rabbi of Leisure and his ‘yes


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“Okay, so this is where you tell me all about how locals
rule and yuppie insects like me shouldn’t be surfing your break and all that,
right? No. That would be a waste of time. We’re just going to fuck you up….on
the blogosphere.”


True Story:

 On a sunny afternoon 4 guys (3 IFS members) struck out on a
surf mission to a local spot.  This spot
was actually featured quietly in the hit movie ‘Point Break’, including a famous
‘localism’ intimidation scene. 

Although this surf spot is no secret, it is a bit off the
beaten track and I won’t go into the etiquette and complexities of showing up
at an uncrowded, quality surf break with only a few people in the water, but in
short, you must be respectful and tread lightly. 

After the OC crew took a trip back to the car to fetch sun
screen to prevent dry skin and rashes, we hit the water.  OC team leader quickly surfs a set wave,
while OC towel boy cheers him on by hooting and hollering. “There’s not enough
wax on my board. This water is cold, I wish I had a better wetsuit, I usually
wear booties, my feet go numb easy.”
were a few choice expressions from the guy
you don’t want talking to you in the lineup.

After more than an hour surfing in excellent conditions, our
esteemed Rabbi of Leisure realizes he is late to take his 17 year old sister to
the Kanye West concert in San Diego
by 7pm.  A mid-lineup freak out ensues, “We’ve
got to go! MOM! Art and Design! towel boy! we have to go RIGHT NOW!  I’m so late, oh my god, oh my god!”
The Rabbi

I reluctantly paddle for a wave and ride it to the beach
where I proceeded to question the Rabbi about the seriousness of his public outburst.  (Direct Quote)  “My parents are going to be so pissed” he relayed with the utmost
urgency.  “Can’t you find someone else to
take your sister to the Kanye West concert? 
Why can’t she drive herself, she’s 17.”
I manage to say without laughing at the reason for our
immediate departure. 

At this point A&D and I were not prepared to leave a beautiful,
almost empty lineup for a seemingly ridiculous errand.  After serious negotiation and justification I
allow OC team towel boy to drive my car back to town so team OC can return home.  (I allow OC team towel boy to drive, since
the Rabbi can’t drive a car with a manual transmission.)  “We’ll either get ‘Competition’ to give us a
ride, or we’ll take the bus.”

Two OC ‘tenderfeet’ depart in a hurry, driving my car. “Utah! Get me Two!”

After a few more hours of empty, beautiful surfing
conditions A&D and I are exhausted and content with bellies full of tasty
waves.  30 miles from our house, “Gee I wish
we had a car.”

After a small walk to a bus stop, A&D and I bundle our
dripping wetsuits into hobo packs and wait patiently for the Express #3
bus.  “How did you get your boards here?”
the bus driver inquires.  “We drove a car
here, but then someone took our car back without us.”
We replied.  “Someone stole your car?!” he exclaimed.  Not exactly.

We were placed in the back of the bus where our boards would
fit in between the bench seat.  The
driver had to ask a couple of day laborers to move to accommodate our equipment.  The picture above was taken on the bus and
illustrates our frustration with our tenderfoot surf companions and also
captures the beauty of public, urban surf transport.  ‘Viva los Dodgers!’ A&D and I share a
laugh on the enjoyable and peculiar bus ride back to town.  Competition picks us up at the local bus
terminal and we return home.

Please understand, I post this story not as an example of
why I’m cooler or better than our companions. 
I post this story to highlight ridiculous behavior which fulfills the
stereotype of everything you try and avoid. 
When a 25 year old is begging his friend to help him, because of the
threat of parental repercussions and Kanye West concerts, you have to laugh at
yourself.  It’s important to listen to
yourself speak and make sure you sound sane. No harm intended, just a bit of

“Back off Warchild, seriously.”

What I imagine Germany with R+S, ID, and Rousing looks like…


Since I’ve got nothing to go on, I’ll use my imagination.  This can’t be far off.  Have they imported any of those new fangled computer contraptions to Germany yet?

Old Timey Photos – Library of Congress



The Library of Congress has posted 3000 old timey photos for everyone to peruse on Flickr.  Do you remember a time when William Howard Taft was president, and Irving Melrose threw a wallop of a baseball in an all white league? Pepperidge Farms remembers.

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