The storm was a convenient metaphor. What happened, technically speaking, was that I ate shit. Then it started raining very hard.
And still it was fun. So my point is that the really vital common denominator between writing and skateboarding isn’t creation, or reinterpretation, or translation of the world. It is failure. What the activities have in common is the blood they draw, or at least should draw if we’re doing them right.
i’m just wildly stupidly gleefully in love with this dude and (most) everything he says.
(Somebody loves them some Kyle Beachy!)dialecstatic
I think about what is this crack gonna do. Okay, what if I don’t get my foot on in this position? Am I gonna hit my shin first, or how am I gonna fall? And where am I gonna have to put my hand to break myself from the fall. And then what if I hit my tooth out on that corner right there?Mike Carroll in Modus Operandi, discussed by me and Aaron Burch in the archives, here. (via themostfunthing) The Most Fun Thing
I kinda love Tao Lin, but I just can’t watch 3 mins of bad skateboarding.
(via fatpatsuicide)The FADER Tumblr
Shine with the newfound ability to ollie. Wear plaid Skidz pants, hoodie over Thrasher t-shirt, board under arm, new hat digging into forehead, Walkman on the bus on the way back to school.
The prep across the aisle lifts an imaginary headphone from his ear and asks, “What are you listening to?”
“I thought all you skaters just listened to classic rock.”
Flash over tapes and CDs, plastic cases shining on Josh’s floor: Led Zeppelin Nirvana Fugazi. Real skater music. At least this prep can tell what you are.(read the rest: Hobart :: Real Skater Music)