Switch Stance Advanced Class "Salman Agah and Fred Gall. West Vs East? East Vs. West?" Is Mark Gonzales part of this mystifying equation?

Working on some stuff. Got a lot of skateboard related shit coming up in the next couple months. Interviews, trick tips, fuckin... photos and videos. How about video reviews? I got that too. Specifically, why too clean is boring and a little sketch goes a long way. Let's do this thing in 2011. Marshal LAW!

Choco Mint Soy Milk

I was wandering the supermarket last week with Ms. Feebs. She was stuck in the magazine isle and I decided to scout ahead for some of the items on our list, you know, speed up the grocery shopping process. Really I just needed to use the supermarket bathroom. I always feel a little weird walking through the "employees only" door which is double labeled as "restrooms".

"Should I be here? Is this cool? I could totally take some items from the stock room back here but won't I just be paying for them when I check out anyway?" I checked out the literally shitty bathroom, but when I walked out and gazed upon the dairy case it was another adventure altogether.

Of course I'm talking about Silk's new seasonal offering, Mint Chocolate soy milk. The lights shown just a little brighter on this quart of deliciousness and the heavenly chorus of Ohhh's and Ahhh's rang out within my mind. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked out loud.

I half jogged back to the Ms. with the treasure in my hand, so fully stoked and thinking she would share my stoke level.

"Ohhh. Nice." she said. I'm pretty sure she didn't care about it. Whatever. I thought about all the days I spent as a glorified messenger, stopping by the Whole Foods for a quart of chocolate Silk and a mint Rice Dream pie. I would crush them both in a matter of minutes before continuing about my deliveries, a bit of taste sensation to punctuate the day.

I managed to wait until we got home to strip the seal and enjoy the stuff properly, in a glass. It looked like an awesome chocolate shake. How did it taste? It was ok. I don't know what I was expecting. I mean maybe it was fucking awesome. I suppose it could never live up to that regular choco Silk, mint Rice Dream combo.

I propose a cheers to the people at Silk for coming up with it. I'm sure they made a lot of other choco-mint fans happy. I should state that I've also tried their Pumpkin Spice jam as well as the Silk Nog, which is popular this time of year. Pumpkin spice is ok, but for the record I will take a Silk nog over a regs nog any day of the year.

STF SPRING COLLECTION

This is from the STF's spring catalog. It's a photo. Hoagie is by Lee's, chips are by Herr's, root beer by Stewart's. Bye.

sidewalk surfing with the alien/enemy

I was at my spot, the USP parking lot, just ripping in general... some dude on a long board shows up. He was maybe five or ten years older than me. Helmeted and carrying his stick, I nodded towards him. "Hey."

He wasn't interested in crossing streams so I let him go about his business of gliding and turning. His opaque orange wheels were huge. I decided to show off my prowess of the short board with kicked nose and tail. I kickflipped and shove-it ed. I gently placed my rear axle on a parking block and smoothed the front end of my board over the far side, arching my back to execute a perfect feeble stall. I stalled till dusk.

I went for some backside 180 ollie to switch 180 frontside ollie on the downhill. Mr. Broadboard was right behind me. It was at that point that I decided I didn't want to talk to him. I was kicking my tailfeathers while he was gliding and gliding. We couldn't be expected to understand one another. He kept gliding and subtle turns, but I wanted no part of it.

"Get away from me you savage brute" he thought to himself as he pursued me.

My only getaway was to ollie off the speed bump at the bottom of the hill. I basically ollied into a time oblivion. Whatever. It was that kind of thinking that got me out of there.

Next thing I knew I was involving myself in some sort of wit battle, a battle of the wits if you will, with a yellow paint parking block. Just going for the old boardslide to feeble. Circa Rick Howard Adventures in Cheese.

I saw the longboarder waltzing matilda up the sidewalk. He had been defeated by a short sword.

Switch B/S 180 %

I found a spot down at the pharmacy school parking lot. It's a great space for a skateboarder in his or hers mid thirtydom. There are a couple speed bumps. A curb. A lil' hill. I was trying backside 180 kickflips. I couldn't even kickflip. I kept going for it and kicking it away like some sort of pussy. I felt like a dick. Then I remembered.... "What did you do when you first learned to kick flippity bro? Take it on a path that stood in the grass yo." Whoa.

Listening to some Cage/ Camu. Sorry new Cage... but old heavyset drug lovin' Cage was good. You were better when you weighed over 230. I stood by you cage. I bought your "Movies For The Blind" and stood strong as naysayers naysaid on the sidelines.

"He's just an angry white kid" they would say.

"Naw, he's good." I would say.

I would looooove to move to some sort of mid west township with a drive thru coffee place right next to the flea market. Flea Market on Saturdays and half of Sunday.

I remembered... you got to ollie.... then flip. Kick the tail, either roll the front foot out or kick it down!

I did three kickflips in a row. Then when I went to buy some dogfood.... this is crazy and you are not going to believe it but it's true, I walked out my door and saw a couple 'o med students on skateboards. The boards were of the no nose/no tail/no kick variety.

I actually walked out my front door in a nonchalance manner as they settled into a luke warm sans-push ride down Chester Ave. I spit out my toothpick and caught up to them in four pushes. I bummed the chick out when I went for a curb cut in- out maneuver. In the chick's defense, her boyfriend was way behind. I guess I felt a bit of intensity as I set their brain pom-poms on fire. I did a tiny shifty ollie over a manhole cover. A bunch of other stuff happened as well.

frontside flammer

Here's a little flim flam I maneuvered on the way to coffee with the wife. Great lyric. "On the way to coffee with the wife."

Maybe the Animal Collective or Band of Horses could learn a thing or two from some sick lyricism such as that.

Flim Flam:

Untitled from Kurt Russ on Vimeo.

I remember dangling the nose of my board in the nether regions of that non-fern plantlife while in the peak of this trick. I was tickling it ever so slightly. When I came down from the high... as you can see I was a bit maladjusted.

I wanted to do a Hurricane grind today, but i didn't even try

Well. I've gained about ten more pounds since I first complained about having to change pants and shirt sizes. I didn't even notice. I actually thought maybe I had lost weight. Then I stepped on the scale. After a morning shower I studied myself in the full body mirror. I was full bodied alright. I hopped up and down in place, "jiggle...jiggle...jig-jiggle." I could hear the magic fat. Except.. it wasn't magic at all.

I took some time to stretch and eat a semi healthy breakfast. I made sure not to drink too many beers the night prior. I even watched an old "Cribs" with Rob Dyrdek waxing nostalgic about getting Neil Blender's board after a demo.

I could barely get off the ground. I was able to clear some street obstacles like manhole covers, parking blocks, and discarded chewing gum. I came close to eating pavement on a downhill pop shove it. I was going maybe two miles per hour. It was much easier going uphill.

And I presume that is where my skateboard career is perpetually headed.

My pro heavy-weight model should be out in a couple of months.