Finger in the Dike, Stop the Leak

I know this is all supposed to be about skateboarding. Deep down inside i want nothing more than switch 180 ollies and slappies to reverts to be the top subjects up for discussion.

I never knew that the french with their awesome breads and cheeses, and the japanese with their technical abilities would shine through the black hole of skateboarding.

All I ever wanted to be was a dutch skateboarder with a penchant for backside 180 nollies followed up closely by fakie 360 shove its. Fakie 360 big spins. Dutch Mafia style.

Next thing I knew I was riding the warped asphalt of Philadelphia, basically surfing the streets, streetstyle.

50 50 grinds were all the rage in 1996.

I bought some Adidas tennis shoes in 1997 and they sucked.

I had a dream about some Addidas with baby blue stripes. They bummed my whole day out. I'm nearing the end of my baby blue phase. Whether or not we'll see a resurgence of olive drab and dark browns and blues, remains to be seen.

Fakie kickflip ala Scott Johnston/Mad Circle, Steeley Dan/Peg

manual to over the shoulder boulder holder

Man, I don't know what this morning will bring, but I most certainly hope it's frontside tailslides to fakies. I was skating through Univ Cit a few ago and when it was warm out. I did shifties all the way up Locust Street, past the fuckin red Dwarf or whatever it's called. Got no beef with that place, but I do have some beef with the VIDEO LIBRARY. I actually didn't mean to have that on caps lock but looking back I think it reiterates the BEEF. Fuck the video libary.

They moved outta town some months back and they were pretty "whatever peasants" about it. I personally looked at the sign on the window, "We moved to 16th and Passyunk, clear across the country of Philadelphia, but, yo, your credit is still good."

All that aside, up the street and to the right from there at 40th and Spruce I was doing half moon manuals on this section of steppage. Semi circle manual, 1/4 switch g-turn, whatever you wanna call it. I may be the only dude manualing this bit 'o slab. I mean, I'm sure there is a dude with flip flops on a long board skating by and not looking at it at all. Maybe that's his version of a skateboard maneuver. Check the fly hun-huns out across the street. Slice of pizza to mid term.

Here's a photo of the sneakers, at FDR. I'm pretty sure it's a secret sign, signaling the various types of drugs you can get at the park. The most popular one seems to be 100% pure adrenalin followed up by a hit of just plain fun.

I celebrated the 50 degree temp and absence of snow on the sidelines with a switch 180 ollie followed by a frontside shuv. I threw in a 180 no comply for good measure.

For dinner I made roasted potatoes, asparagus and buttered round eye steak. It was cool, man.

ANAL PILOT

This is the cover of my newest band's latest first record.

It's a noise band. Basically... it's me, a couple distortion pedals plugged into a 1995 "MAXVPOWERAMP" with a dual cassette recorder. I bypassed the record function obstructor so I could manipulate eight tracks simultaneously.

One of the songs is called "Ground Beef for Brains, You Are Who You Meet" and there's a 9 minute, 36 second B-side entitled "ANSWERING MACHINE".

Triple blue vinyl, first 230 copies.

dropping in: Joe "Jackhammer" Kalucki

Got a call from Ant, Saturday morning.

After some coffee and a couple slices of pot cake, we got in his carpeted van, (real cozy by the way) and went to FDR.

The van is of the "Surf's Up!"variety and therefore blessed with a quality tape deck. So we listened to the Led Zeppelin/Fugazi mix tape I made at Ant's request. A Zep song would come on and we'd be like "Fuck yeah!" then a Fugazi song would follow and we'd be all "Fuckin'.. right on man!"

Happily new year, but yo.. the emperor has no clothes

Chief Inspector La-La Buddington doing the "STONEWALL JACKSON"

Totally cool bro. I got the "uh...............um......." style going right now. I'm pretty fixated on that and for good reason!

Life will deal you some sour hands from time to time, but I really can't complain.

I've never been a thin guy, but somewhere around eighth grade, I started shedding some of my baby fat and maintained a pretty consistent "middleweight" physique for a good 15 or so years. Then I actually wanted to put on pounds. I felt I could pull it off. I continued to rebel against nothing, while wearing tight, navy blue, fruit of the loom t-shirts. Not a care in the world!

Then gravity made it's plans quite clear, and the next thing I knew I had a beer belly and potential man tits. The medium navy blue shirts needed to be downgraded to larges. No longer could I get by on the size 34 waist jeans with the top button undone. I had to switch to 36 to ensure proper comfort.

It's cool. I don't mind so much. It's the little things that make me want to lose some pounds and get fit. I was doing yoga with Mrs. Smitty yesterday and I was out of breath, belching and farting just trying to pull off a simple "upwardly mobile spiraling lion" pose. I'm not sure what it was called exactly. It could have been a "downward hurtling beaver chomp".

I've been lifting weights though. I'm over pacifism. It's a cop out. I'm ready to punch someone in the face.

Happy New Year!

...soon!

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