frank's boilzday

this past sunday was frank's birthday! (& my brother had a baby! :D his name is PAXTON AIDAN PINLAC-YOUN. what a babe! heh.









alright. back to the beautiful sunday in toronto...
frank & i woke up to friends mike & eoghan loitering on my porch searching for some kind of leaf that you consume through the lung. they had been up all night playing the spoons and talking about space shuttles. we four walked to the dakota tavern for some bluegrass brunch!! like wow!!! we met some guy named thom who threatened to kill us with love- we was up for the challenge. a few guniess pints later (hallelujah) we walked into trinity bellwoods and maxed out. like this yo:

















frank installed his new saddle that i found in the trash !! (i think he likes the rustic feel on his buttox)
















































we read tales of dolphins and kings in distant lands.
































"doesn't it look like that church is going, "WIOOOAAAA" ? "
"yes"

















then thom had to go get his nails did. for the secret engagment in the evening... bye thom.
















onward.
















































































apparently this woman was holding a dirty baby that she was going to scrub down with all of
these brooms & javex.
















markus was totally working the street















and then frank, eoghan, mike & i walked around and poured all of our savings into BLOCKBUSTER for some smart food & twizzlers. we went back to frank's to try and watch pinapple express - which is the worst movie since freddie got fingered.
with my ninja skills, i kicked out eoghan & mike and brought frank to a fancy karaeoke bar in little portugal. SURPRIZE FRANK!!!!!

(it was a surprise party.)











































a lot of frank's good friends were there. and he probably peed a little bit in his pants because of it. thanks friends. : ) Edgar recently got a LASER CUTTER at his studio and made a little sign for frank's bike. it is amazing. edgar makes me want to jump for joy. The little sign had a few math equations saying, 1=0.99999999999999999etc.




























then colleen & jenn came , and gave frank a Sweeeeeeeet briefcase! thanks!




























karaoke is one of my favourite skills. it brings out the class.


































































































thom was there to show us how to become friends with spoon. long live spoon.













































































































































karaoke makes for some of the best pictures. thanks everyone!!! love

AlleyCATZ

on some recent friday, we partook in some hot alleyway bike action. beginning at BIKE PIRATES ... some 40 cyclists took a trip through the city. we were like a big cultish family. or a huge bike gang.

thanks frank for the photo.s.













i vomited rainbows of joy. just kidding. that's impossible.

















we got caught in a spindle vortex of doom. we spun till created a black hole.
















this guy looks like toby maguire.














































the vortex lead us to some mysterious alleyways.

get high

soon to come:
photos.

photography

i grew an immediate appreciation for these pictures, when i stumbled upon THIS by accident the other day. wot.

Easter bike Feaster

this weekend, 5 of us (melissa, johnny, matt statta, frank, patricia) biked from AJAX to PORT HOPE via the lakeshore trail. it was about 90k, and took about 10 hours.
here is us in the beginning













we are happy and energized about our fresh legs and sunny day. jumping is a great way to show off your excitement !!!
we couldn't help to notice how nice the whitby mental hospital looks from the outside. here's matt stttatta contemplating ways to break in.











here's a picture of us biking away from frank, who was capturing our souls with his photographicing device. heh.











this here is johnny, who is a maniac. he biked in a tank top ( we estimated the temperature to be 279.15 kelvin a.k.a. 6 degrees celsius. )













































along the way, we passed by a ghost bike. it was beautiful and sad and very white.












after paying respects, we found a nice frigid balcony in a public park erupting with children, to stop and drink our chalky liquid meal supplements and gorge out on vector bar sandwiches and nuts. (it all goes in easy- comes out way faster).



























frank is a babe, especially when 'is pants is falling off. : )



























luckily we left our muskets & insatiable desire to kill wildlife at home.



















































one thing i learned from this trip::: get a good seat that won't compromise your pelvis structube. i had to improvise... if anyone wants the hobo seat look, let me know,. i will hook a brofer up.






































the lakeshore trail is pretty beautiful and full of different terrain to keep you guessing. we must have passed by 59, 638 windows of houses and 289572932395jr32098 dogs along the way. i recommend taking a nice long bike trip when it's not too hot or cold, with people who are well-oriented, (-if you are a cyclist. if you're not, BECOME ONE GODDAMNIT) also, bring some tunes. they may save your life.

we strolled into port hope around 7 pm. here is us about to melt, except for frank... who is always full of ATP.













i'd like to thank the sun for being there for us, and for frank's mom & sister who cheered us upon our arrival in port hope, with a big yellow sign. biking rocks.

photons by frank

get em while they down