RV Trip 2007 clips

A word of warning: This video is probably super boring if you weren't on this RV trip. There is little skating and many pointless clips, all taken with my point-and-shoot digital camera in 2007. The movie clips were on my hard drive doing nothing and I was bored this weekend so I put them together.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

dev

nostalgia morning

"man! those were good times!"

steve miller band

hahaha, how awesome do these guys look!? who knew?  i never once ever stopped to think about what "steve miller band" even looked like.  now i think i love them for the first time.
tight.

I went from Phoenix, Arizona 
All the way to Tacoma 
Philadelphia, Atlanta, L.A. 
Northern California where the girls are warm 
So I could be with my sweet baby, yeah. 

Templeton setting up some crazy.

Make

Okay, I am awesome at basketball.  I just wanted to put that out there. Look at the form—damn, I should be pro!  NBA status! Any doubts that this was a make should be laid to rest upon close inspection of that form! It's all in the wrist . . . arrrrrghhhh!#

Sam Jones Photography

Brilliant portraiture (and song).

Click the image to go to the site.

Click on the "images" button on the left

*Thanks to Tyler Roemer for the linkage.

poetry

Apparently the UK's 16th National Poetry Day falls on Thursday 8 October 2009.
Here is a poem.

my pet goat

i dont know what to blog about anymore.
here is an image of goats i saw on the side of the road last week, coming back from the outer banks.
they told me about "the things they'd seen" and i asked them to pose for a picture after we had some coffee.

The Little Vagabond

Dear mother, dear mother, the church is cold,
But the ale-house is healthy and pleasant and warm;
Besides I can tell where I am used well,
Such usage in Heaven will never do well.

But if at the church they would give us some ale,
And a pleasant fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the live-long day,
Nor ever once wish from the church to stray.

Then the parson might preach, and drink, and sing,
And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring;
And modest Dame Lurch, who is always at church,
Would not have bandy children, nor fasting, nor birch.

And God, like a father rejoicing to see
His children as pleasant and happy as he,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,
But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.

William Blake

Switch on Fall.

so here i am october, one month without–same old, same all.

i assume i will blog again like regular. i imagine i will pontificate and bore

and ramble and share things.

maybe i will just be full of myself again, as i should?

every one else is.

maybe i will make inside jokes that look good on the outside.

maybe i will make no sense at all. that would be the best–my favorite thing.

maybe i will skip rocks across the lake.

maybe i will get a christian slater tattoo.

either way, anyway, i plan to look the other way on most of wht is going on for now.

its not for me and, well, i have to say, it was nice to be away.

not that i accomplished anything grand, just worked alot (*and well, yeah, that too).

now i am headed away today, for a porch overlooking the sea.

it's morning now, and i am about to eat a clementine and sing.

my eyes are sore from working on the keyboard.

welcome back blog, good to see you again.

i guess.

No blog

I am not going to blog for the month of September because I do not want to blog for the month of September.

repost

boom boom pow

This is so awesome, read original post here. The little homies YouTube channel.

Nick Campbell

*Excuse shitty embed code; click title for full video.

Anniversary III

a quick stop/night in charlottesville, playtime with a small baby and then brews with an old bro on the corner. then curviest of curvy mountain roads with no yellow double lines or affirmative signs, through deerfield, green land in all directions.
a day-visit to the homestead, lunch, then check-in. swimming and exploring.

morning coffee and eats, solo skinny-dip in a spring-fed river, kayak upstream and back, chased deer into the brush, saw two snakes, mountain biked with buzzing, winged creatures small and large (saw more deer, even baby ones like bambi jumping into tall cornstalks—amazing!)
kissed and made the world a better place for a few moments on the porch with wine in the middle of a monday afternoon, forgetting about everything and everyone for awhile was nice, but fleeting—oh but a moment. ate delicious local mountain food grown on the farm and looked up at the sky at night, early to bed early to rise.
then we went home i guess.



i'm not so into sharing these days (but i guess i can't help some).
keep it to yourself brendan.
sorry.

ahhhh

its so nice.

Brendan Benson

New album streaming now on the newly re-designed npr.org

Congratulations

Eddie and Devonne Smalling!

Really?

First

This is the first handrail I ever slid, in 1993, when I was in 8th grade. I'm not sure if I ever actually landed it but I slid it all day long, and every time it was scary as shit but I kept doing it because I used to love scaring myself to shit. I'm less into scaring myself to shit these days, but its still fun every once in awhile, under the right conditions.

Tyler's probably better than you.

Tyler Tufty killed it at 29 this year. He won best trick. He did many best tricks, but these are all I got caught in pixels.
Down the picnic table: Backside Noseblunt to regular and to fakie, Fakie ollie fakie 5-0 and nollie heelflip noseslide. Damn, he still got it! Oh and that's the legendary "Tom Penny of Alexandria" Brendan Kelley, in the background by the way, he switch flipped the picnic table about an hour before these shots were taken (in about 4 tries, nbd). You probably think you could do it but you can't. Tyler's probably better than you. Berzerkers forever.

Handstands

Me VS. Bob Dylan
*contest courtesy of Adam.

Which 29 was this?

I'm having trouble remembering.

Wicked cool

Nice looking site too.

Andrew Bird is pretty awesome.

She's got everything she needs-shes an artist-she dont look back.

Billy Rosser!

I just found something for you to do in New York this weekend.

Fuck Ringling Bros forever and always

I'm not a vegetarian. I do not consider myself an animal rights activist. But, COME ON!

"Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it’s cracked up to be. That’s why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is… if you don’t risk everything, you risk even more."

Erica Jong

yippee

This maneuver is called a frontside lipslide.

debauched

Boneless into pool. 4:20 pm

Tony Hawk Experience

This is truly hilarious/amazing. Tony Hawk (who I follow on Twitter) posted this and kinda got some shit for it. At first I thought it was pretty lame, but all proceeds go to his foundation, which builds skateparks in low income areas like Compton.

http://www.tonyhawkexperience.com/

Party mode

same as it eva was.

Thirty one is a big number.

Today I celebrate my birthday and I wanted to be sure everyone online knew about it. I got a nice long card from Facebook for that. So thanks Facebook, for making life strange in so many ways and birthdays super-celebrated online! And thanks mom for having me.

One of the coolest things I got for my birthday so far, online, was this awesomely strange picture. So thanks Dave O.

Live it.

"And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only."

My car on Bing!

Bing is Microsoft's wannabe Google, and I think I just found my car on its "Maps." It has a pretty cool "birds eye" view function a little different than Google. Much better for finding the best pools in your hood! Dogtown!

The essence of what it all means to me

"If we're lucky, writer and reader alike, we'll finish the last line or two of a short story and then just sit for a minute, quietly.
Ideally, we'll ponder what we've just written or read; maybe our hearts or our intellects will have been moved off the peg just a little from where they were before. Our body temperature will have gone up, or down, by a degree. Then, breathing evenly and steadily once more, we'll collect ourselves, writers and readers alike, get up, "created of warm blood and nerves", as a Chekhov character puts it, and go on to the next thing: Life. Always life."

-Raymond Carver

wife.

It's Saturday night...

And I am going to start reading this book!

attn: mr wood

Thom in L.A.

Eels new video

Rattlesnake-King of Alexandria

I just got this in my inbox. Wish Devchild a speedy recovery.

Am I the only one working today? Yes.

MJ

Crazy what happens when you die; iTunes top sellers this week.

Templeton!

hitting the big rails!