The Moon & The Kite

Let it here be said and taken of note that when flying kites in late afternoon and early evening it is possible that the moon may rise behind the kite as the sun is setting, secreting the park into darkness, and letting the last rays of light illuminate the blues yellows and reds of your kite. if i had been on peyote it could not have been more beautiful.

needless to say, i don't have a picture as i was enjoying it too much to think about much else.

also let it here be said that i have progressed with the fighter kites, an excellent and most spirited kite.

this weekend the trees were not victorious, no, in fact they were losers.

i'm writing a kids story titled The Moon & The Kite

Game Night!

Saturday Night we had some folks over to get drunk and play board games. It was awesome. Balderdash rules. Endless Summer played on repeat in the background all night. By the way, Karl was definitely not posing for this shot.

It's been a few weekends in a row now that I haven't flown my kites, and I miss it.

a few more photos.

St. Louis Flyers

The St. Louis Flyers had its first officially documented flying session yesterday afternoon. It was fun.


Everybody was so psyched about flying kites that we started before we even got to the field.


John P. Eagle Scout.


A couple weeks ago I bought two large, fancy kites at a sale at my old High School. They were 25 cents apiece and included copius amounts of extra kite string. This one is a shark.


This one is an extremely elaborate mulit colored bi-plane with a corksrew tail.


The fancy kites were absolute pieces of shit compared to the two $1.99 Gayla's Cole picked up at Walgreens. (a stealth bomber and a fighting robots design)


I don't know if you Brooklyn kids drink beer while flying, but if not, I recommend it. After a few frosty ones Cole put the handle in his mouth and the trick flying flood gates opened right up.


John P. flying a kite while riding a tall bike.


Cole flying a kite with no hands.


John P. flying a kite with his beard.


Cole flying a kite with his mouth while doing a handstand.


Brian and Cole. The Hangman's noose.


John P. flying a kite on a rooftop.


Until next time.

-LEE

Contingency Plan

It looks like there is a legitimately good chance that it will be raining tomorrow. In case of rain, I'd like to propose a game night at my place.
Boggle, Clue, Cranium, Balderdash, Uno, Arne, and of course RISK.

Here's a little graph I found on the web that seemed just a little perfect.

Kites in Ubatuba

Paulo Costa (Liz's dad) grew up in Sao Paulo, Brazil. As a kid he would ride a bus 6 hours along with some friends to the resort town of Ubatuba. In the center square of the town there was a jail with about 5-6 cells. Paulo and his friends would bring paper and bamboo for the inmates who already had the knives and other tools necessary for the job. The next day, on returning, the inmates would present the children with the beautiful kites they created from the supplies, and the children would fly the kites from the beach for the rest of the day.

This Saturday, CONEY ISLAND!

Hey. Coney Island this Saturday.
If I can fix Jeremy's bike we're gonna cruise out there down Ocean Parkway.
Bring all your kite line. We're letting it all hang out.
See you there. Exactly where on the beach will be determined by crowds and who gets there first and we'll organize the rest as it happens by cellular phone.

INDIANA KITES

This is how we roll in Indiana when we ain't farmin'.
This guy made this kite.