Bestiary by Alden Viguilla. Final form 1 By Craig Bowers. A fantasy about two friends trying to make quick cash so they can go travel the world and two frogs slacking on the job. The 12 Days of Christmas. Twin Peaks poster. Bronze Enamel Sun Pin. The Gowanus Golem is back! A collection of comics, essays, and an interview, all about an abiding love and critique of games such as The Legend of Zelda, Shenmue, Sonic, and others. Keep Going Greg Kletsel.
Zine: Frame Drain —. A girl wakes up with a parasite attached to her face and the two embark on a bombastic and poetic 16 page adventure. People of Oakland Asuka Ohsawa. When I moved from Brooklyn to Oakland in , in an attempt to get to know my new environment, I got into the habit of staring at people who caught my attention, memorizing their facial features, and drawing them at home.
The book is a collection of some of those sketches. Somewhere, Sometime Asuka Ohsawa. After my dad passed away in , I traveled to my childhood home in Japan often and dug through his material possessions. I decided to piece together bits and pieces of these memories in this book.
But you are in the right genre. Walking in a winter wonderland, walking in a winter wonderland. The XP comes in a zippered carrying case which is designed to keep the battery pack and all of the accessory cables and charger organized and protected. Oh no! The kids: screaming.
Slasher 5 by Charles Forsman. After the events of issue four, Christine lets herself indulge for the last time. Live at the Grelman is a collaborative storytelling stand-up comedy comic strip. All strips are written and drawn in the order that they appear and nothing is preplanned. Touch By Vinnie Neuberg. His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry; His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow. The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. He was chubby and plump - a right jolly old elf - And laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. It's Beginning to Look Like Christmas. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas Ev'rywhere you go; Take a look in the five-and-ten, glistening once again With candy canes and silver lanes aglow. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, Toys in ev'ry store, But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be On your own front door.
A pair of hopalong boots and a pistol that shoots Is the wish of Barney and Ben; Dolls that will talk and will go for a walk Is the hope of Janice and Jen; And Mom and Dad can hardly wait for school to start again. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas Ev'rywhere you go; There's a tree in the Grand Hotel, one in the park as well, The sturdy kind that doesn't mind the snow.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas; Soon the bells will start, And the thing that will make them ring is the carol that you sing Right within your heart. Ding Dong Merrily on High. Ding Dong! E'en so here below, below Let steeple bells be swungen And i-o, i-o, i-o By priest and people be sungen Gloria, Hosanna in excelsis.
Pray ye dutifully prime Your matin chime, ye ringers May ye beautifully rime Your evetime song, ye singers Gloria, Hosanna in excelsis. Frosty the Snow Man. Frosty the snowman was a jolly happy soul With a corncob pipe and a button nose and two eyes made out of coal Frosty the snowman is a fairy tale they say He was made of snow but the children know how he came to life one day There must have been some magic in that old silk hat they found For when they placed it on his head he began to dance around O Frosty the snowman was alive as he could be And the children say he could laugh and play just the same as you and me Thumpetty thump thump thumpety thump thump Look at Frosty go Thumpetty thump thump thumpety thump thump Over the hills of snow.
Frosty the snowman knew the sun was hot that day So he said "Let's run and we'll have some fun now before I melt away " Down to the village with a broomstick in his hand Running here and there all around the square saying Catch me if you can He led them down the streets of town right to the traffic cop And he only paused a moment when he heard him holler "Stop!
White Christmas Irving Berlin I'm dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten and children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow. I'm dreaming of a white Christmas With every Christmas card I write May your days be merry and bright And may all your Christmases be white. You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch You really are a heel, You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch, You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel! You're a monster, Mr.
Grinch, Your heart's an empty hole, Your brain is full of spiders, you have garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch, I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole! You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch, You have termites in your smile, You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch, Given a choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crocodile! You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch, You're the king of sinful sots, Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr.
Grinch, You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce! You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch, With a nauseous super "naus"! Grinch, Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots! Grinch, You're a nasty wasty skunk, Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch, The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote, "Stink, stank, stunk"!
The Chipmunk Song. Ready to sing your song? Okay, Simon? Okay, Theodore? Okay, Alvin? Christmas, Christmas time is near Time for toys and time for cheer We've been good, but we can't last Hurry Christmas, hurry fast Want a plane that loops the loop Me, I want a hula hoop We can hardly stand the wait Please Christmas, don't be late. Okay fellas get ready. That was very good, Simon. Very good Theodore. Ah, Alvin, you were a little flat, watch it.
Ah, Alvin. Want a plane that loops the loop I still want a hula hoop We can hardly stand the wait Please Christmas, don't be late. We can hardly stand the wait Please Christmas, don't be late. Very good, boys -Lets sing it again! Yeah, lets sing it again! No, That's enough, lets not overdo it -What do you mean overdo it? Now wait a minute, boys -Why can't we sing it again? Theodore, just a minute. Simon will you cut that out?
Must be Santa. Who's got a beard that's long and white Santa's got a beard that's long and white. Who comes around on a special night Santa comes around on a special night. Who wears boots and a suit of red Santa wears boots and a suit of red. Who wears a long cap on his head Santa wears a long cap on his head.
Cap on head, suit that's red Special night, beard that's white. Who's got a big red cherry nose Santa's got a big red cherry nose. Who very soon will come our way Santa very soon will come our way. Eight little reindeer pull his sleigh Santa's little reindeer pull his sleigh. Deck the Halls. Deck the halls with boughs of holly, Fa la la la la, la la la la. Tis the season to be jolly, Fa la la la la, la la la la. Don we now our gay apparel, Fa la la, la la la, la la la.
Troll the ancient Yuletide carol, Fa la la la la, la la la la. See the blazing Yule before us, Fa la la la la, la la la la. Strike the harp and join the chorus. Fa la la la la, la la la la. Follow me in merry measure, Fa la la la la, la la la la. While I tell of Yuletide treasure, Fa la la la la, la la la la. Fast away the old year passes, Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Hail the new, ye lads and lasses, Fa la la la la, la la la la. Sing we joyous, all together, Fa la la la la, la la la la. Heedless of the wind and weather, Fa la la la la, la la la la. Gentle Mary Laid Her Child. Gentle Mary laid her Child Lowly in a manger. There He lay, the Undefiled, To the world a stranger. Such a Babe in such a place, Can He be the Savior? Ask the saved of all the race Who have found His favor. Angels sang about His birth, Wise men sought and found Him.
Heaven's star shone brightly forth Glory all around Him. Shepherds saw the wondrous sight, Hear the angels singing. All the plains were lit that night, All the hills were ringing. He is still the Undefiled, But no more a stranger. Son of God of humble birth, Beautiful the story. Praise His name in all the earth. The King of Glory! When I was a seeker I sought both night and day, I asked the Lord to help me, And he showed me the way.
Chorus Go tell it on the mountain, Over the hills and everywhere, Go tell it on the mountain, Our Jesus Christ is born. Jingle Bells. Dashing through the snow, in a one-horse open sleigh Over the fields we go, laughing all the way; Bells on bob-tail ring, making spirits bright What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight.
Chorus Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way! O what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way! O what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh. A day or two ago, I thought I'd take a ride And soon Miss Fanny Bright, was seated by my side; The horse was lean and lank, misfortune seemed his lot; He got into a drifted bank and we got upsot Chorus.
A day or two ago, the story I must tell I went out on the snow, and on my back I fell; A gent was riding by, in a one-horse open sleigh He laughed as there I sprawling lie but quickly drove away Chorus. Now the ground is white, go it while you're young Take the girls tonight, and sing this sleighing song; Just get a bob-tailed bay, two-forty as his speed Hitch him to an open sleigh and crack! Jolly Old Saint Nicholas.
Jolly old Saint Nicholas, Lean your ear this way! Don't you tell a single soul What I'm going to say; Christmas Eve is coming soon; Now, you dear old man, Whisper what you'll bring to me; Tell me if you can. When the clock is striking twelve, When I'm fast asleep, Down the chimney broad and black, With your pack you'll creep; All the stockings you will find Hanging in a row; Mine will be the shortest one, You'll be sure to know.
Johnny wants a pair of skates; Susy wants a dolly; Nellie wants a story book; She thinks dolls are folly; As for me, my little brain Isn't very bright; Choose for me, old Santa Claus, What you think is right. We Three Kings of Orient Are. We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts we traverse afar. Field and fountain, moor and mountain, Following yonder star. Chorus O star of wonder, star of night, Star with royal beauty bright, Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to thy perfect Light.
Frankincense to offer have I. Incense owns a Deity nigh. Prayer and praising all men raising, Worship Him, God on high. Myrrh is mine: Its bitter perfume Breaths a life of gathering gloom. Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding dying, Sealed in the stone-cold tomb. Glorious now behold Him arise, King and God and Sacrifice. Alleluia, alleluia! Sounds through the earth and skies. Every body stops and stares at me These two teeth are gone as you can see I don't know just who to blame for this catastrophe!
But my one wish on Christmas Eve is as plain as it can be! All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth, my two front teeth, see my two front teeth! Gee, if I could only have my two front teeth, then I could with you "Merry Christmas. Gosh oh gee, how happy I'd be, if I could only whistle thhhh All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth, my two front teeth, see my two front teeth.
Let Her Rip Swinging a leg over the Adventure Sports is a little bit more difficult if you are already height challenged by adventure bikes. Everything is taller on the Adventure Sports model thanks to the improved suspension. The seat height is 1. The standard low setting is The handlebar position is also 1. I personally ran the seat on the lowest setting and the Adventure Sports feels quite a bit taller than the standard Africa Twin.
The larger and more bulky fuel tank adds to the bigger feel. On the standard Africa twin I could touch the tips of both feet to the ground. On the Adventure Sports I have to one leg it, which is perfectly fine when the ground is level and the bike is straight up and down. To get the most travel in the class you have to give up the ability to reach the ground with ease. Casual riding on the freeway or crawling through town is the only time I use the automatic drive mode on the Adventure Sports and even that upshifts too quickly for my taste.
S1, S2, and S3 offer more excitement and fun, with S3 being the most sporty. After an hour of trying every combo, the only time I used the auto feature of the DCT was in S3 mode. It is simply impressive how well timed the upshifts and downshifts are controlled by the computer.
The system even auto-blips on downshifts, keeping the rpms right where you need them. The bonus to auto-blip is that it sounds like an F1 racer when coming into corners hard under braking. Even when using full manual mode it auto-blips on down shifts when riding aggressively. It would be nice to have a little less aggressive setting for riders who are comfortable getting more bite from the front wheel.
Having the ability to lock up the rear wheel in the dirt is the key to changing direction and getting the Adventure Sports through the turns with any speed. Thanks to the improved suspension and lots of it, the bike responds to dirt bike like input. Brake sliding the rear into corners is predictable and controllable. A couple of times I forgot to turn off the rear ABS and came into a corner fairly hot, expecting to be able to get the bike pitched out, redirected and slowed down, only to fall victim to the pitfall of full ABS.
Luckily there was plenty of run out. The lesson here is to make sure all your preferred settings are on when rolling out. I smiled every time the terrain got rough or I left the ground thanks to the improved suspension. I was still able to bottom out the suspension, but it was way less of a hit when it did bottom and it took more to get it all the way through the travel. I found myself looking for terrain that allowed the Adventure Sports to leave the ground.
The fear of clanking the suspension against the stops is now replaced with the fear of getting a flat due to the increased speeds and confidence though nasty terrain. It is very easy to get caught up in the ability of the handling and charge at objects faster than before.
The new dashboard is easier to read, although still not great to interpret when standing and blitzing down a two-track road. I played with the G switch, but again, I always fell back to my full manual setting when the terrain became more technical. The G switch reduces the amount of clutch slip during gear changes, a feature Honda feels improves performance in loose terrain.
The cost would be more than a couple grand to upgrade the suspension, get a bigger fuel tank and install heated grips to the standard Africa Twin. It would be nice to see Honda offer a cruise control option in , especially since it is throttle by wire now and it is much easier to manage a cruise control system, especially on the DCT model. The standard Africa Twin is still an excellent machine, and improved by the addition of throttle by wire, more choices in engine settings, a new instrument panel and off course upgraded footpegs. For the serious adventure person, there is a notable difference between Africa Twin and the Africa Twin Adventure Sports.
The new Adventure Sports is now officially ready to do serious battle in the long-range off-road category. This is because it is lighter and I use the manual shift mode on the DCT most of the time anyway. A fairly short period of time, yet so much has changed. I went from a small Chinese cc to a Suzuki DR I learned a thing or two about hill climbs, sand and rocks.
I finally started enjoying riding offroad like never before. There were exhilarating moments of learning to stand up on the pegs and intense self-doubt; pure joy of completing a New Mexico BDR and a feeling of doom on the Trans Labrador Highway, when my faithful DR unexpectedly went from a Mighty Demon of Gravel to useless dead weight. There have been countless border crossings and a sea voyage, fried clutch plates and sheer happiness of being on the road.
The thing is, women ride bikes for precisely the same reasons men do. We love them the same: we ride for the thrill, the freedom, the exhilaration of being on the open road. Some will adorn themselves with pink floral patterns and bling. Neither of those things clash. Still, being a woman rider means my female-ness will come up in conversations once in a while. Being a woman rider has awesome advantages along with some dismal disadvantages, but that, I suspect, can be said about being a male rider, too.
The maintenance of a perfect adventure beard alone would have me considering a Prius. There needs to be more women in the top positions in the motorcycling industry. More women in motorcycle marketing, sales, racing… just more women. But it all starts with women riding bikes. After my MMA cage-match fight with a Toyota Hilux, deep in the mountains of Peru, my motorcycle looked like a demolition derby contestant. Long story short long version in the May issue of Upshift Online , a head-on collision with a Toyota pickup truck required 2 forks, a new radiator, a new tire, and a repaired rim to continue this journey.
I was on my way though; chasing down a childhood dream of riding a motorbike to the very bottom of South America. With a smashed-in front end, the motorcycle was leaving Peru with few more battle wounds than it entered with. My time here was cut short and I, along with many other moto-travelers, agree that Peru is one of the best places on earth to ride. I had visited Machu Pichu and was southbound towards the Chilean border, Using my phone, I zoomed way out on GoogleMaps to get the big picture of the travels that lay beyond the horizon.
Massive countries lay ahead and, linearly, I was not even halfway to the goal: Ushuaia, Argentina. I crossed into Chile at the coastal town of Arica. The plan was to weave my way south, crossing back and forth between Chile and Argentina to the capital city of Santiago.
What lay between was 1, miles of some of the harshest, most inhospitable terrain on planet earth: The Atacama Desert. Desolation is a funny feeling, especially traveling solo. You must rely on your own resources. And I love it. No place drives this feeling home like the Atacama. Hundreds of miles pass here without signs of other human life.
With each small crest of a hill, the 2 lane road continues to disappear into the distant horizon. With each mile that passes by, this desert serves as a reminder of how insignificant we are on this planet. Scientists from around the globe have long considered the Atacama desert to most closely resemble Mars than any other place on our planet. As such, research related to the feasibility of life on Mars is often conducted here.
In the grand scheme of the journey, this sculpture is pretty anticlimactic, but to me, it meant that I had attained a dream. I arrived. The best part of this lawless land though occurs where the desert meets the ocean. Massive, thousand-foot tall sand dunes descend all the way to the crashing waves below.
Three days went by as I listened to the constant hum of my engine as I motored across the Atacama. The port city of La Serena, more or less, marks the southern reaches of the Atacama, where vegetation finally grows and a sea breeze brings moist ocean air inland. As the second oldest city in the nation, it is where Chilean wine country begins and vineyards cling onto steep mountainsides. Paso Agua Negra is a motorcycle-road Hall of Famer; one of the best roads in the world, in my opinion. On the ascent up Agua Negra, the pavement ends at around the 6, ft m elevation mark, but the roller coaster continues to climb, into the South American heavens, all the way to 15, feet m.
The road turns into Ruta and you begin the long switchbacked descent into the eastern foothills of the Andes. Over the next 2 months, as I continuously bounced back and forth across the borders of these two southern-most countries, I got very good at filling out the redundant paperwork required with each crossing. Attention wine lovers: Once in the eastern foothills of the Andes, you enter Malbec wine capital of the world. The Mendoza Province is home to thousands of wineries, most offering tours and tastings.
Days… even weeks…can be spent here bouncing among vineyards on either guided or unguided tours. One popular activity is the rental of mountain bikes to ride among the vineyards. It passes right underneath the famous peak of Aconcagua, the highest peak outside of Asia and the highest in the Southern Hemisphere.
At 22, ft m the completely glaciated summit towers above the rest of the already-mesmerizing mountain terrain. But as in any big city, there comes convenience. My aluminum luggage cases, Givi Outback Trekker panniers, had already been to the gates of hell and back, having been slid on, dropped, smashed, and crushed on both sides numerous times. The collision in Peru however and a Toyota pickup being parked on top of them was the final straw. While I was more than happy to pound the panniers back into a cube-like shape, with a mallet, for the 15th time, Givi, a company dedicated to supporting its customer base and riding community, generously replaced the panniers for me at ProCircuit in Santiago.
I owe a debt of gratitude to these guys for getting me on my way with new waterproof panniers. Patagonia — Gosh, just hearing it still gives me goosebumps. Patagonia has held a mythical place in my mind since childhood. It is pure, clean, and not completely ravaged by humans…yet. Some of the most calendar-worthy photos originate from the lands and lakes between the jagged peaks of Patagonia. I had my motorcycle pointed straight for it. The team had to fight for survival in the midst of winter. I rolled into the coastal city of Puerto Montt around dinner time.
The Austral meanders through the most desolate and remote regions of Patagonia. You can actually read a detailed article entirely dedicated to this road in Upshift Online Issue 17, where Christophe Noel tackles it on a trusty KLR E1 The comfort of a flip-up helmet. The E1 is as at home in the country as on tours. The helmet for the modern adventurer, for you. Before making the week-long commitment to start down this road of remoteness, there is a small island off the coast that is worthy of exploration. Narrow dirt roads meander across gentle, bright green rolling hills.
Stone walls separate farm property and along the coast, fishermen shacks balance above placid harbor-waters on stilts. The first night and subsequently the following day, on the Austral proved to be an adventure in itself. It was late afternoon when we landed on a stretch of road only accessible by vessel. At only 12 km long with no services, its only inhabitant was a beekeeper who doubled as an airport manager at the backcountry airstrip nestled between towering snowcapped peaks.
Giving into exploration temptation, we checked out the small dead-end road to the airport that required a river crossing. After about 25 minutes, we headed to the other end of the road to catch the ferry that we assumed ran regularly. This is rural Patagonia: convenience is a privilege here!
Trapped, and with no other option but to seek shelter from the cold, damp, coastal weather, we set back for the airport. We sought permission from the beekeeper…urgh… airstrip manager and set up camp in the open-air aircraft hanger. We had enough pasta to cook on a portable stove for dinner, but without a campfire or beer , we were in for a long night. The river had risen considerably with overnight rains, making the crossing back to the main road even more treacherous.
Within 10 minutes of leaving camp, we were at the deserted ferry terminal… with 7. Griffin used the time to adjust his chain.
I swapped rear brake pads and Carson smashed in some new front wheel bearings. Ok, slight exaggeration there…but you know how it is a night after camping! After unsuccessfully casting off the ferryboat ramp for salmon with a cheap rod, we ended up collecting a bucketful of fresh Patagonian mussels. We dropped the mussels in boiling seawater for about 3-minutes until they split open. With leftover cloves of garlic, 1 onion, and some olive oil remaining in the panniers of the motorcycles, we stir-fried up some fresh seafood!
The devastation was silencing. Usually, when there is a landslide, a small hillside gives out. The damage was so great that it took months for construction crews to get just a rudimentary dirt path carved through the mud. For this reason, this stretch of the Austral had not been navigable until just a few days prior.
Through weather of all sorts; sometimes perfect, sometimes downright miserable, eventually, the Austral brings you briefly through civilization in the city of Coyhaique. As quickly as the city approaches, it fades in the rearview mirror. Every morning on the Austral seems to get colder, as winter in Patagonia was approaching and making no effort at hiding the fact. The route is far from smooth and will shake any loose fillings out of your teeth or loose bolts from your bike but eventually dumps you on the east side of the Andes on the mostly paved Argentina Ruta Once on Ruta 40, the finish line: the bottom of the continent seemed to get closer with each day.
There is no shortage of bars offering quality craft beer or huge burgers in this outdoors-loving town. The famous Moreno Glacier, which drops barn-sized chunks of ice into the icy lake below, lies just 20 miles west of the city and is nothing short of awe-inspiring. For the next 4 days, as we worked our way to the bottom, every single time the motorcycle was shut off, it was a team effort to bump start this beast of a motorcycle. It requires either a big hill, a tow, or 3 grown men pushing to 10mph and popping the clutch in 3rd…or preferably, all three combined. I promise you, it was the most ridiculous motorcycle bob-sled team humankind has ever seen.
Tierra del Fuego… Man, I had been saying it in my head, over and over for years already and I made it. Nothing about this place relates to fire or warmth, it seems. The name stems from Portuguese explorers hundreds of years ago that first observed massive bonfires, lining the shore, ignited by the indigenous people as a method to stay warm. Tierra del Fuego in fact, Patagonia as a whole is rumored to be windy.
My odometer said I had driven 52, miles already in the past 1. Well, Patagonian wind across the bare plains of Tierra del Fuego is wind on a totally different level. The wind is so strong that trees grow twisted and crooked, sculpted by relentless gusting. The gale-force crosswinds have a way of somehow chiseling their way through every layer of motorcycle gear. Each time a truck passes, even if just for a second, it blocks the wind and causes the bike to swerve.