Nugget, Family Chicken, Dies at 3 months

Nugget “Gertrude” Chicken June 5, 2009 – August 13, 2009. Born in Compton, California. Resident of Mikael Kirkman’s backyard in Albany, California. Friend to us all, except maybe ‘Stimpy’ the cat and the raccoon that most likely mauled and killed her.

Our friend, Zakariah Latzka, rescued Nugget from the streets of Compton and brought him to Mikael’s backyard in a cardboard box. She enjoyed chirping and pecking at bugs and stuff.

Nugget died before we could even get a single egg out of her. One night she was in her cage with a blanket over it, and the next morning all that remained was a small pile of soft, white feathers.

An ongoing memorial will be held in Mikael Kirkman’s backyard. In lieu of flowers, we prefer contributions be made in the form of Jim Beam and weed.

Sow be it

Mikael Kirkman and our little chicken.


Earlier this year our friend Mike Kirkman decided to take-over his neighbor’s backyard
in Albany, California. Matt and I decided to help him. The yard belongs to an older man with a long grey ponytail and a matching beard. He prefers to stay inside.

His yard was an overgrown mess of blackberry bushes, old soup cans, and lots of opossum skulls. It took about a month of drunken bon-fires and covert trips to local dumpsters before we could even see dirt.

It’s good dirt. Decades of neglect and mulching have resulted in fertile soil. Every vegetable we’ve planted, except for red peppers, has grown. Here’s a list:

Carrots
Walla Walla Onions
Green Onions
Spinach
Swiss Chard
Tomatoes
Chives
Lettuce
Broccoli Raab
Corn
Watermelon
Cucumber
Tobacco
Sunflowers

The backyard is also home to Mike’s honeybees, Zack’s chicken from Compton, and our coffee roaster.

In the garden we roast coffee, eat food, drink beer, and play backgammon. It’s my refuge from the madness of the city. The city is full of zombies and scarecrows. And they’re always telling me about their run-ins with the CIA, asking me if I want to buy used batteries, and getting mad when I don’t let them use the bathroom.

Eventually, I will leave the city, live in a secluded cottage near a river, and create a family with a beautiful woman. Until then, I have Mike’s neighbor’s backyard.

Here’s some photos (Mike took-em):

Haunted shack in a haunted yard


Haulin stuff


Sowin seeds


Cousin Brad doin the watering


The wooden box in the middle is full of honeybees

Cafe Negro

A few months ago we were roasting coffee beans in a wok with a wooden spoon. The wok was then exchanged for a stove-top popcorn popper with a hand crank. And now the popcorn popper has now been upstaged by a modified bbq.

Matt and I left Central America with the intent to roast gourmet, Panamanian coffee and sell it in San Francisco. But when we returned I got scared.

So I fished around for jobs. Interviewed for a few. And was even given an offer. But I just couldn't do it.

Turns out the idea of trading my creative energy for health insurance and a salary is way scarier than attempting to sling coffee in a city that probably has more coffee roasters than rainbow flags.

So that's what's been goin-down in China-Town (or at least a near China Town at 7th and Market). We buy unroasted beans from the farmers we met in Panama (through a middleman in Oakland). Roast the beans at Mike's place in Albany (North Berkeley). And sell cups of it for $1.50 at the Etiquette Lounge during the day (Brandon and Neej's nite club).

Once we settle on a name we'll jump on our bikes and start delivering whole-beans to homes and businesses. We're also working on a roaster that is powered by a stationary bicycle. I'm beginning to notice a theme.


Here's some photos of the Etiquette Coffee House (Photos compliments of Frank Yeean Chan):

Hobo-Sapiens

We’ve left Central America.

One night we were drinking Cacique in a bar with Don Toni and the next morning we left our Costa Rican apartment and flew to California. But don’t worry we were sure to leave a sack full of colones next to our overdue electric bill.

It was time to go. After seven months in Central America I realized I was waiting for a train without tracks.

Now we’re hobo-sapiens.

For the last month our home-base has been Mike and Jordan’s house in Albany, California. We spend our time painting tiles with elementary school kids, roasting coffee, and turning an overgrown yard into a garden.

Sometimes I get all anxious and panicky because I’m out of money and sleeping on my buddy’s couch, but somehow it seems like a learning experience. I’m not comfortable relying on the generosity of others, but right now I don’t have a choice. In the future, when I have a couch of my own, you will all be welcome to crash on it (even if you snore).

I don’t want to talk about plans, because plans can change. Instead, let’s look at some recent accomplishments:

1. The neighbor’s backyard that was once ruled by blackberries, ivy, and opossum skulls is almost a legitimate vegetable garden.

2. We’re now able to roast good tasting, Panamanian coffee over the stove.

3. One time for my dad’s birthday my brothers and I gave him the 1989 Upper Deck Ken Griffey Jr. rookie card (in a hard case). I hope it’s still in your sock drawer Steve McKee, because although your portfolio is about as impressive as Brian Bosworth’s football career, that card is about to go up in value. On a related topic, I’ve started a petition to bring Steve “The Chef” Scheffler back to Seattle, maybe the Sonics will follow.

In conclusion, I love you all.

Here’s some photos (compliments of Mikael Kirkman):


Matt roasting coffee.
Albany, California



Mikael and Cameron enjoying pure Panamanian coffee.
Volcon, Panama



Matt and Ronny at "Doble Cero."
Heredia, Costa Rica



Last documented run-in with Don Toni.
Heredia, Costa Rica

News from the Eclectic Front

Merry Christmas. Happy New Year. Glory be to Barack O’Bama.

We’re no longer English teachers.
We don’t have jobs.
Our funds are low.
And it’s looking like the tree-houses will have to wait a few more years.

On the flip-side:
My beard is almost visible in photos.
Last week, I made-out with a beautiful Argentinean girl.
And we’ve been spending time with some quality individuals: Dan Armstrong, Brad Butler, Neej Gore, Brandon McKee, Deiter Shultz, Greg Vital, and a whole herd of Kirkmans...just to name a few.

So that’s pretty much what’s been going down in China town. Nothing is certain and Matt and I are constantly brainstorming. I’m scared and excited. I’m viewing this as an opportunity to explore the power of creativity within a group.

Right now we're touring coffee farms.

Here’s some photos of our recent Panamanian excursion.
[Photos compliment Neej Gore's Facebook - Thanks NeeJ]

Brad, Deiter, and Neej trying to figure out which children belong to them. So many love children, so little time.
[Northeast Panama]

Mikael, Cameron, and Matthew. Hard lurk pays off.
[Bocas del Toro]

Mikael, Brandon, Cameron. Unproductive hostel days.
[Bocas del Toro]

Brad, Neej, and Brandon on a coffee tour with the famous Senor Ruiz. [Boquete]