To say that I fell last night while doing some ill-advised skateboarding under the influence of extreme dehydration would be the understatement of the year. Indeed, I spent quite some time rolling around the streets last night, and I mean that in a most literal way. Anyway, I noticed today that I cut my hand and it looks exactly like a smiley face. So I was all, “wow, that’s funny,” and here we are.
Happy New Year, I guess!
Oops, wrong DOOM. One sec…
There we go.
Seemed like an appropriate jam to rock on the eve of this particular New Year’s Eve — after all, it is the eve of the eve of the supposed pre-Columbian Mesoamerican end times.
Born like this
As the chalk faces smile
As Mrs. Death laughs
As the elevators break
As political landscapes dissolve
As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree
As the oily fish spit out their oily prey
As the sun is masked
— Charles Bukowski
“Dinosauria, We” is a scary ass portent… er, poem.
I’ve been taking a bit of a tour through old favorite albums lately, and I was just pretty much knocked out all over again by this one. Metal Fingers living up to his namesake (I mean, not the “metal fingers” part, the “doom” part, you know?)
Ironically, this song was playing while I was writing this post… seemed too coincidental to ignore. You know, that whole second half of the song where dude says “you’re so cold” like a thousand times in a row? That part. Good song though.
After an unprecedented (but perhaps precedent-setting) 2 weeks or something, I finally found the time to do a new drawing. This one’s inspired by my recent sinking realization, thanks to yesterday’s relentless, bone-chilling winds, that winter is not only here to stay, but that it’s probably only going to get worse. Nonetheless, just-scratching-50-degree temperatures are on the forecast for the weekend. If you care about skateboarding, or even if you just care about going outside and not immediately being in pain, you probably should take advantage of not only the last weekend of 2011, but what just may be the last good weather weekend for the next 3 months.
Figured it was about time I made the first post on the page something other than a giant inflatable vagina. Plus, when I saw Brandon Westgate’s Emerica part promoting his new shoe that came out earlier this year, hot on the heels of his (dare we say it) epic showing in Stay Gold, pop up on Boil The Ocean’s top video parts of 2011 countdown, I was spurred into action. And run-on sentences, apparently. Anyway, I was surprised to see I hadn’t posted this when it came out, and it really is a hell of a part, particularly if you like relatively fearless attacks on sketchy-at-best downhill terrain — and who doesn’t? Watch it if you haven’t before, watch it again if it’s been a while.
That kickflip over the bar isn’t merely best-of-2011 material, that thing’s best-of-all-time material. Holy tweak.
I don’t know if Brandon Westgate looks like Grant Taylor, or if Grant Taylor looks like Brandon Westgate, or if those two things are actually the same thing. But one thing is for certain — they both share a nearly autistic ability to hurl themselves at horrifying obstacles with great speed. My guess is they’re robots. Or maybe clones. Or even, like, genetically engineered twins or something.
This is so definitely not safe for work — indeed, this “tent” of sorts is probably not safe in general — but I just had my mind blown, and really, what’s the point of having a blog if you don’t use it to blow minds in kind?
Kind of gives new meaning to the term “born again.”
Anyway, can’t wait to get one for my next camping trip to Beaver Falls
The latest Thrasher clip, featuring notable Bay-Area dirtbags T-Mo and Sean Gutierrez making love to the Brown Banks is probably the best thing you’ll watch all day. I mean, unless you haven’t already seen The Green Diamond’s end-of-year clip, which is not to be missed due in no small part to appearances by, what we in the industry like to call, “heavy hitters,” like Brian Anderson, Justin Brock and Jake Donnelly. In any case, sure wish I had one of these things in my backyard. Heck, I wish I had a backyard!
Why doesn’t New York have shit like this? Get with the program, Parks Department goons — start building more shit that looks like it’s made for skateboarding but actually isn’t.
I did not take this photo, but if I could take this man’s feeble grinds, you can be sure that I would.
That concludes today’s lesson.
Now, I don’t know how you guys like to put the Christ in Christmas, but ’round here, all it takes is the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, a bunch of homeless kids playing in trash, and those few, precious, sacred words: “Lick my nuts, lick my nuts, suck my butt, suck my butt.” And if you still don’t get what all this has to do with the birth of Jeezy F. Baby some 2,000 years ago, then you obviously aren’t familiar with a little something I call “a religious experience.”
Go ahead, try to tell me A Charlie Brown Christmas is better than this. Lying like that will put your ass straight on The Naughty List for next year, buster.
Sorry about the lack of updates this week, Ded fans. It’s been hectic — doin’ a lot of last minute Christmas shopping, as you can see. One of those “steal one, get one free” types of sales.
One of my favorite Australian skateboarding wildmen, Callum Paul, has a new part out on the Tubes. There’s tons of badass New York footage in there that’s not to be missed, whether you’re within the faction of skateboarding that worships at the alter of East Coast street sensibilities, or that which worships Australian wildmen, which I think basically encapsulates everyone.
The manual powerslide is obviously the apex of the insanity, but the whole part is a total burner. Dude deserves to get a lot more coverage in the American mags.
And speaking of coverage! Here’s a flick I shot of Callum Paul this summer during the DQM / Girl demo that went down at 12th & A. Pretty sure this trick closed down the demo too, and Callum isn’t even on Girl.
If you have a day off and don’t waste it by sleeping through the entire thing, you’re blowing it (I think). Nonetheless, I promised myself when I had this baby I wouldn’t be a negligent blogger daddy, god damn it! So, that said, here are some new photos from around my way. It’s still technically autumn, though it won’t be for long, so I figured I’d post these in memory of a time when it was warm enough to go skateboarding and not want to die every single time you fall. Concrete hurts more in below-freezing temperatures — that’s just a fact… a cold, hard fact.
That building needs to shave. God, have some self respect you friggin animal.
To be honest, I’m not sure if that’s hash or a lil’ piece of dog dookie, but I do know that is just an adorable little plastic bag!
If you’ve ever seen Creepshow 2 (which I can’t entirely recommend, but is somehow still totally worth watching), you might feel the same way I do about these ducks. Poor bastards, right? Ever since I saw “The Raft”, I’ve never been able to look at oil slicks or even large expanses of algae the same way. I mean, seriously, my world has been rocked.
The creature even destroys his medical marijuana! I mean, what is this thing?!
The YouTube peanut gallery always has the most fascinating insights.
Man-eating oil slick or not, seriously, don’t come on in, the water is not fine.