fonky family

I'm not surprised that this is the first double post within one day, however... I have been searching for this fucking french hip hop band's song (which played backdrop to a sick J.B Gillet part in that Rodney Vs. Daewon Part 2 VHS) for twelve fucking years.

"la furie et la foi" by fonky family. Look it up. J.B Gillet has been around for a few. Was he on Axion? Sure he was. He does a varial heelflip off some sculpture. Is that safe to say, nerds? My mind is blown. It's a great song. Great French rap. France is known for its bread and butter.

I was lucky enough to have visited Francay back in 2000. I was approaching the Eiffel Tower with a close friend. He happens to be the very same friend who is responsible for the title of this blog. It may be why I get a bit teary eyed when I see Tommy Sandoval do it down a handrail. Of course, it was a ploughman's lunch sort of trick on the lips of backyard miniramps across America for over twenty odd years.

I remember passing this skateshop on the way to the great landmark. . They had a Kris Markovich Foundation, Eiffel Tower Frog deck in the window. I could never keep track of his sponsor jumps. Crazy Kris Markovich. He's a great though. I mean., pffhhhffhhtthh! Personally, I like the super long line in the & Stun Video. G&S. It reminded me of skating in Wildwood , NJ . Just 180 over a chain link fence, to ollieing all up, down and around the sidewalk. All over the place, guys. I mean. One minute we were attempting 360 flips down two stairs, and the next we were playing street Fighter 2 whilst eatin vanilla soft serves with rainbow sprinkles.

Munchhausen's Grind

This dude told me my beard was epic. It was kind of a weird situation. I had gone to the bank to deposit a check. There happens to be a Brueger's Bagels next door to the bank. I've been eating at this Brueger's bagels bi-monthly since it opened a couple years ago. They do a great tuna and swiss with lettuce, red onion and tomato on an everything bagel, side of pickle and Rachel's Salt and Vinegar potato Chips. A GREAT one. They really do. Seriously though, there's never anyone in that place. It's a ghost town save for one or two dilligent office workers sitting in one of three booths, tapping away at a laptop while forgetting to give their turkey melt the time of day.

I was making my way to the napkin counter for some napkins when Three large men entered the front door. They were really big and tall. The last one looked at me through the glass wall and eventually, the glass door. Once we were face to face he offered up this compliment: "Nice Beard. That's epic, bro."

I thought, "Do I relate to him because he also has a beard? or do I simply understand what he is trying to say, because essentially his beard is of a lesser power?"

I can only hope that tomorrow brings me an ollie or two... it's been so long.

Actually I'd be happy to sit back with a latte and a viewing of Resident Evil: Afterlife. Maybe a toasted bagel with smoked whitefish.

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.