Save the Dolphins

I watched the documentary, "the Cove" tonight. This film documents the horrific treatment and killing of dolphins. I am rarely affected by activist movements the way I was by this one (not that I don't care about anything...I just don't care about anything that much). I have a particular love, however, for the ocean and dolphins. I grew up surfing in Southern California and one of my favorite things to experience is seeing a dolphin in the wild. They are truly amazing creatures and they are being slaughtered by a Japanese fishing company in Taiji, Japan (and all over the world) for no good reason. The saddest part of the whole thing is that there isn't really much that can be done. I feel that I at least have a small obligation to raise awareness even a little bit. There is currently a letter that you can sign online at http://bit.ly/coverltr that urges government leaders to ban the slaughtering of dolphins in Taiji. Who knows what will come of such a small contribution but it's the very least we can do. Thanks for reading. Oh yeah, you should watch the documentary and if you don't like it I'll give you a million dollars.

My Music

I mostly record my music for journalistic purposes so the recordings are pretty rough. I'm sure they'll get better as I record more. Hope you enjoy the tunes. I don't think you can comment on the player so if you want to comment on any of the songs just comment on this post! I love you all.

Bleuby The Bug

Public homage to this vehicle is long overdue! This was my '72 Superbeetle. A friend and I (Bret Everson) jointly acquired the bug around seven or eight years ago. It had been sitting in a neighbor of his' driveway in San Juan for a long time and we decided one day that we wanted it. It was orange and the interior was deteriorating when we first set out for it but that was no matter to us. After insulting the owner by offering him fifty bucks for it, we further insulted him--unbeknownst to him--by walking away with the charmer of a vehicle for a mere two hundred bucks.


We thought it was a steel. And it was. To make a long, cool story short; we had no idea what we were doing. We tore the car completely apart the first night. It sat, torn apart, for a year. We made little progress in a lot of time. All of the work that was done to it, however, was done by us. Interior, body work (sanded and bondo-ed the whole thing etc.), some engine work (exhaust, electrical upgrades, carburator, etc.), and more was all done by us. I eventually became the sole proprietor of Bleuby (as she was later named) and drove her proudly for a number of years.


Because I go to school in Rexburg, Idaho, the bug was simply unhappy (it is a California breed afterall). And I was unhappy to see the bug so unhappy. But more accurately, it just wasn't practical to have that car at this time in my life (mainly because I had nowhere to keep it and it really wasn't the best cold weather car) so I had no choice but to sell it. A sad day in my life indeed was the day that car was sold. This is the story of Bleuby the Bug.