THE CHAZEBRALOPE MISSION REPORTS // Field Reports From The Field: The Journey Begins.
Madbury been planning this departure for quite some time. After spending weeks in New York City’s Fourth Dimension hashing and rehashing plans the time had finally come. And as these things tend to happen, absolutely no one was ready to leave.
Marcus would be meeting us in the field. But Matty, Ellington, Bryan, Phil, and Vinny would all be leaving from The Fourth Dimension. The situation as such, with so many Club members in one apartment, no one considered packing or preparing for the cross continental flight. Instead hours were burned playing Shank 2 on XBOX and ordering Empanada Mama. Tone showed up at 2:30AM toting beers and screaming obscenities. A glorious man.
At 3AM bodies were stirred as it became apparent The Club needed to pack or risk missing the entire mission. A buzzer at the door marked Hyun’s arrival at 4AM. He was immaculately composed, all of his exploration gear tidied into one tiny backpack with a coffee in his left hand.
Phil efficiently decided to leave all his packing for exactly ten minutes prior to departure. Throwing a questionable assortment of garments into one duffle bag by 4:58AM and joining the rest of The Club on the way out of the door by 5AM. Madbury was on its way. Economy class seats. Feet hanging in the aisles. Snooring mightily.
With energy restored and spirits high, foreign shores had been reached. First order of business? Sustenance. The consumption of a proper diet being the clear number one priority for any healthy Madbury Club member at any time of any given day, it was decided that In N’ Out be the delivery service through which satisfaction would be reached. 14 Double Double cheeseburgers later and victory had been reached. Go time. Radical Maneuvers await.
Loading into ground transportation for an unknown destination approximately four hours away, the experiment had begin. The Chazebralope would be tracked. Visuals would be had. Fun would be created from the dust and sands of eternal time.
Field Reports from the Chazebralope mission will continue throughout the week from various members of The Club. The journey, as always, as just begun.
"The media's the most powerful entity on earth. They have the power to make the innocent guilty and to make the guilty innocent, and that's power. Because they control the minds of the masses."
We Sincerely Invite You To Join Us For Another Season Of Cross Dimensional Travel, Absurdity, Fun And General Fuckery.
Cross your fingers and hold onto to your seats but it looks like the Intergalactic Travels of the Madbury Club may have just found a brand new home. Debuting soon on mobile devices, computer screens, and perhaps more traditional broadcoasting means as The Club sees fit.
Do you remember Belize? Oh yes. You’re going to remember Belize.
The accompanying photographs are part of a Madbury Research Initiative. They came and were produced from from Phillip T. Annand’s iPhone 4S. Splendid indeed.
"Painting is the most magical of mediums. The transcendence is truly amazing to me every time I go to a museum and I see how somebody figured another way to rub colored dirt on a flat surface and make space where there is no space or make you think of a life experience."
And We Shall Call These Folks The Bandits, The Pirates, The Buccaneers Or Perhaps We Will Call Them Nothing At All And Marvel At Their Audacity.
From Jon Greenberg on ESPN, documenting Michael Jordan’s Hall of Fame induction speech, a worthy midday read for anyone aspiring to greatness around 1:23PM on a Thursday.
“Stockton, wearing what looked like a $150 rented tuxedo with a crooked bowtie, lives in Spokane, Wash., where his father still owns a popular local bar. He was every bit the competitor Jordan was, just less gifted, less talented. Jordan has the highest scoring average of all time, Stockton the most assists and most steals. Stockton now spends his time with his family and scrimmaging with Gonzaga players.”
The simple things in life. That is today’s message, on behalf of The Madbury Club.
The following images are of Ellington and Phil partaking in life in Paris, France.
Photos courtesy of that mad man Darryl Richardson.
"As for money - when I have it, it's great. When I don't, I go get some. I've been a dishwasher, a gardener, a cleaner."
Yo? You Soulless Bastards Hath You Or Anyone Else Done A Daily Post This Month? Transgressions Indeed.
You know what’s ironic? Because of our humble origins and practices from two years ago, people sometimes think that Madbury Club is a collection of “bloggers.” At one point we may have run a blog. This whole entire project started because Phil was trying to redefine blogs, true, and at one point we were most definitely all about writing spreads that were incredibly massive undertakings but essentially still at the end of the day they were blog posts. But we’re really, really, really not bloggers. And do you know why?
Because in order to “be” something, you actually have to do it, like wake up every morning and do it. And if there is one thing that Madbury has proven. One single solitary fact amidst an incredibly obtuse and hard to understand short history, it’s that we are completely incapable of blogging or writing with any regularity.
It’s a simple fact of life. We can’t keep the streak going past a month. Maybe two if we’re really bored and nothing is happening at home but the chances of that happening are comparable to Mayan End of Day prophecies and Andre Agassi returning to win next months US Open at age 43.
So rather than forcing ourselves to words or duct taping ourselves to Macbooks to find consistency we’ve become masters of the apology. And my oh my how profound we have become at making a good one. This here ranks among the best of them. And it even comes with a gift for those of you who chose not to partake in Instagram: WATCH THIS AND PROCEED.
It’s back off into the Universe. Perhaps we’ll see you tomorrow. Perhaps next month. Isn’t that exciting?
"Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely consistent people are dead."
The Soaring Misadventures Of The Short Lived CBG: Otherwise Known As Asphalt Adventures On Questionable Land Yachts.
The accompanying photographs are the only remaining documentation of the short lived but extremely prolific social movement known primarily as “CBG.”
Pioneered by early adopter Bryan Stevenson and advanced by technical rider Ellington Hammond the true origins of CBG are clouded and overlap somewhat frequently with the history of bobsledding, interestingly enough.
These photographs come coutresy of our now Paris based operative, Darryl Richardson. Both Ellington Hammond and Phillip T. Annand will be finding themselves in the European captials of London, Paris, and Amsterdam next week. Please keep your cable boxes tuned into this channel as the resulting coverage will likely be extremely entertaining.
"A boo is a lot louder than a cheer. If you have 10 people cheering and one person booing, all you hear is the booing."
Waffles In The Morning, Pizza For Breakfast, Fresh Caught Alaskan Salmon At Supper Time. Also: Phil Reviews Elysium.
So I saw this film Elysium, right? Brolic Matt Damon. Planetary colonies. Social implications. Loosely veiled commentary on health care. Big shouts to Barry Obammer. Attractive Latino female lead. The film has it all, late summer blockbuster, sure fire box office hit, the Matt Damon winning streak continues. And thanks to facts of life that shall not be spoken of in great detail around these parts, I even got to watch it early at the New York premier alongside somewhat famous actors and Coach Jason Kidd. But none of that is even vaguely important. There is one sole reason I had to see this film and one reason only: Syd Mead.
Have you ever seen Blade Runner? Perhaps TRON is more your speed. Ever looked at a Gundam and said, “Holy Mother of Earth and Organic Coconuts, if Gundams were real that would just change my life.” Any Trekkies out there? Ever seen Star Trek: The Motion Picture?
None of the above? Well do you see those immaculate, incredibly cosmic, and delightful mind expanding images that are always at the top of every Daily update? Go ahead and rub some palms together because those my friends are the work of none other than the greatest living imaginator walking around on two appendages, Syd Mead. He did the art direction for Elysium and it’s immediately evident about 212 seconds into the film.
His contributions also happen to be the only part of the film that is worth seeing. Unfortunately they forgot to include all the things that made District 9 great, slapped together what has to be one of the most appaling Hollywood endings in some time and felt no need to really truly explain how the hell any of this rich white people living in space whilst the rest of (mostly brown) humanity festers in disease.
So yeah. Go see the movie for the parts where they turned Syd Mead’s paintings into real life. Those parts are stunning. Beyond that it’s always generally pretty entertaining to watch Matt Damon have Macbooks drilled into his skull in order to recreate UFC matches in the stratosphere.
These are Ellington’s pictures. Life and what have you.
"We keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new things, because we're curious and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths."
In the Sixties, Music Was God. In Other Related News From The Galaxy, The Madbury Club Has Officially Qualified For The 2014 World Cup.
As originally posted in a splendid interview from Wine & Bowties:
“In the sixties, music was God. It was like it was the sacred sacrament.
The music back then was phenomenal, the music that came out of the sixties. It was mind-expanding, heart-expanding, and it was right in tune with what was happening. Music was the universal language that could reach anyone.
We had incredible musicians in the family. We had equipment and we set up a band room. And that was sort of the life of the family, and Father loved it. The music definitely garnered an underground following, and many of the albums are highly prized and sought after today.”
That’s just a beautiful, lofty, ideal. Visual accompaniment is provided here by Matty Yu. Vincent behind the lens.
"Crowded classrooms and half-day sessions are a tragic waste of our greatest national resource - the minds of our children."
Grayscales In D Minor. Water Sports and H2O Based Activities In The Midst Of The Concrete Ocean.
“Grayscales In D Minor: The White Label Years,” is an illustrated and informative yet surprisingly brief instructional guide on how best to keep ones self comfortable and acclimated in life situations.
This lecture series is offered in the Summer semester only and taught by Professor Stevenson (Ph.D From Halfway Drop In Drop Out University with a Masters In Kinda Sorta Still Ivy League)
Enroll quickly as various styles are being bitten as we speak and finding a seat in this small lecture hall is proving to be increasingly difficult. The reading material will be posted on your student websites and pre-course reading material will include, “I’m The Greatest Yo: The Ralph Lipschitz Biography,” Stevenson’s first published essay.
Please enroll here
"I'm not going to change the way I look or the way I feel to conform to anything. I've always been a freak. So I've been a freak all my life and I have to live with that, you know. I'm one of those people."
You Know What Happens When You Find Out That A Store Down The Street Sells Vintage SEGA and Nintendo Consoles?
Forty-six hour Super Smash Brothers marathon currently taking place at The Fourth Dimension. Bryan undisputed champion as of time of posting but Ellington currently making dramatic moves and advances as we speak.
Work will perhaps be done and we shall return to the planet Earth when there are no more Brawl battles to be fought atop Starships.
*Insert Wave Dash Emoticon*
Sega marathong pops off next week. Come prepared and bring snacks.
Three Migos Who Have Nothing To Do With Versace. How Could There Possibly Be That Much Plant Life In A New York City Backyard?
We’ve got the better part of a National State Forest developing in the rear quarters of The Fourth Dimension. As you can see there are soon to be varying degree and strain of wildlife making this space their habitat. Sloths, antelope, and a few choice marsupials.
On some days we work rather diligently in what one might call a home office. On other days we sit back here in this backyard space and ponder greater questions of the universe such as but not limited to: if Area 51 was in fact real, do they or do they not brief all Presidents on everything that happen beyond those barbed wire fences?
And if the Illuminati is in fact real, why are they so preoccupied with rap music videos of all things?
On what is perhaps a lighter note, this is our old pal Darryl Richardson. You should certainly click this here link and see the images he creates using his hands, film, and a box which is referred to as a “camera” in certain so called “creative” circles.
Onwards and as you were.
"I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying."