Skateboading is a great way to hang out with the bros and get rad. That captain is something else. Larry kills riverside. Magna can wallride anything. Gabe can do neat tricks. Melcher is still my favorite.

Now that I have the essentials out of the way, time for the weekly nonsense. I have to do this a little earlier than usual as I'm going out of town for the better part of two weeks and I won't have much time in between to update. NOTE: If you come accros someone floating in a lazy river in a planned community in North Carolina, leave him/her alone. It's me and I would prefer it if I were left to my own devices. What exactly do I mean? Actually, it's only 11 days.

Friday night was my last MP for a few weeks, and I had to make it really special. It would be putting it lightly to say that things got a little out of hand. The short story goes something like this...Bomb's, Bee Bee, Hips or Lips, Mini, Magna, Bob, Mike, Milki, broken camera, broken dreams, memory loss, three way fall on the dance floor, creepy photos and getting to know what a lawn really looks like. Everyone came through, and I have to give a special thanks/apology to Magna and Mini for taking care of me/putting up with me. It was really nice of them not to let me rot.

This week's rad items-cougars, leisurely ladies, acai, kale, biscotti, Johnny Depp, Infoshop back in action, new banksy book in the mail, wonky, becoming a total flake and no TV...it feels really good.

I'm back from my solo journey and things couldn't be better. Skating went down for the first time in a while and it felt great. I'm going swimming with anarchy 99 in mere minutes. This week is going to be short, with a few photos. Excuse the strap in the cafe shot. Words can't describe the amount of good times that were had. I wish I could have seen my boys more, but going with the flow was the only option. I love you all and thanks for everything.

Top things for the week: Pure Food and Wine (the garden), yuba, cake, Belgian fries, peanut sauce, Kira, Nat Sherman, bad habits, good habits, new people, old people, dessert, carob, rice cakes, almond butter, black clothes, light eyes, young coconut, babycakes, kale, excess, and ladies of leisure.

On Friday I skate over at the cream with Uncle Aaron, Peepers and Damian. I'm pretty sure everyone had a good time, and Uncle A and I went down the stairs a few times. Actually I think we all went down the stairs. Old dudes, small stairs that seem bigger than they are. It was tragically perfect. This week has been kind of haphazardly executed, with far too few thrash sessions and far too many medicine sessions. As I sit here in a cafe writing this, I'm trying to reclaim myself and convince my head that it needs to stay in the game for the rest of the month. It's going to happen...I'm going to keep it together!

In the other stuff, things been pretty good. Even though I went to jail last week for swimming, things were okay. Yes, we were jailed for jumping the fence at a pool. Apparently it was an inherently political act, as a furious shit-storm of a debate has arisen around the events that transpired. Personally, I just wanted to get wet, but Anarchy 99 had a different agenda. All turned out okay though, and I met some great dudes in there. KIT dudes, BJF! Myspace me soon!

MP was actually okay on Friday, even if Skateboard P escaped a secret treat. See the pics below for a more detailed exploration. If anyone is curious, ginger yerba mate is probably the best tea ever. It works wonders for the fuzzy head. I went to my cottage and fished, caught one small northern and called it a day/weekend. Josh, Juniper and I went to see A Sliver Mt. Zion and although the Ellis might say otherwise, the show was pretty epic. I enjoyed it thoroughly and even bought a record album.

Weekly rads=A Sliver Mt. Zion killing it, not being in jail today, secrets, going to my cottage, not remembering anythng anymore, non-alien alien pics, carob rice cakes, end of leisure days, dreams of yuba, yerba mate again, cavi-art, my dehydrator coming soon, raw binges and NYC again soon.

After this, I'm really glad P pulled through. We love you P!

I took an unplanned, uncharted walk or dérive today through a newer skatespot and there was an unexpected addition. Sometimes when you go somewhere that you haven’t been in a while there is a new addition that throws you off a bit. This is the spirit of skateboarding. I think that getting to comfortable and mourning the loss of one spot for too long can kill the drive to seek new adventures. Change is the thing that we need to embrace. I could offer my critique of the current situation that is facing redevelopment in the city, but I’ll save that for a later date. Feel free to contact me if you really want to talk about it. We should really only be afraid when things don’t change. This is something any dialectician will tell you, or if you prefer, look at any snapshot of the historical.

Getting back to the point, instead of skatestoppers, sandblasting, anti-homeless devices or just plain removing the skateable objects, the spot now has garbage cans. On the surface this may seem a very minor detail, but to me it signaled an acceptance (however subtle) of the multiplicity of uses that has occurred in this particular area. This may all go to shit tomorrow, but I’d say it’s a good start given the way things usually go. Instead of a full-on assault of the users of this space, we are being greeted, however temporarily, with open arms (and lids). That’s pretty staggering for this place.

This week…Nat Sherman, insomnia, Stella, boots, bike ride to planet, young coconut, EE-Sane, conversation into daylight, change, pills, Neiman Marxists, black coffee and porches.

I didn't intend for the last post to be cryptic, so allow me to briefly explain. All that was meant by the excitement of garbage can additions was that we were essentially being told "You can skate here, just clean up" and presumably we are not to sit and shit. That's essentially the joy...

I'm in the woods right now and I can't text. To some that may be unbelievable, but it's totally okay. I don't get phone reception, but I do have web access, so I'm going to update. I'm here because I needed to get away for a bit. I brought all my food making devices...my dehydrator, food processor, knives, young coconuts, penis pumps, and all the rest. Hopefully I will get some stuff done, but if I don't get as much done as I wanted to, I can't get too mad. I might go see Snakes on a Plane solo tonight, and perhaps I'll go to the Dells alone. For some unkown reason Ive been listening to that one Go Team! song over and over. As tragic as that may sound, it totally makes me happy..not as happy as that new Wounded Kiosk joint though. I've been eyeing up this airsoft AK that I might finally pull the trigger on. No pun intended. In any event, back to the grind, here's a few pics from here and there, and one ultra lame myspace pic...






...and Steve, I don't think I can make the beer study, but I think I can make Fashion Week. I'll be there, and I'll be nude...or at least without pants, because pants are always optional.

The week of relaxation is proving to be excellent. I would like to thank the following parties: Youg coconuts and the neoliberal trade policies that allow them to be with me, the Loon County Cigar shop for preventing me from the garbage that is American Spirit, my dehydrator, my computer and last but not least , Dell Gifts.

This might be as good an opportunity as any to make a short plug....If any of the three people that read this are NOT planning on being in Milwaukee on Friday (Steve is obviously exempt), you need to check yourselves. This Friday is the Magna birthday. I think he's at least 30, and I for one cannot wait for the chaos, even if I do have to move all my shit the next day. Anyone down to help? Didn't think so fuckers...In any event, I saw Snakes on a Plane last night alone and I was the only one in the theatre. Not that it was alltogether too surprising given the size of the town that I saw it in (6000, and Wednesday night to boot!). It was a little less than expected, but it still was worth a repeat viewing, complete with dumpster corn, which is a little hard to pull off when you are the only one in the whole theatre.

After the movie I went out for a cold one by myself, which turned into quite an adventure. The first spot was a bust, karaoke and two people there that weren't inbred. On my way back to the car I stumbled upon the townie stronghold that I was looking for. I met some wonderful people who individually assured me "I'm totally not a townie". No really, they weren't...and in their defense, it might be true..kinda. So here I am, sitting in the house waiting to go out again, and this night might prove to be more fruitful, in every possible way. I'm coming home in the morning though, so who knows what might happen, I could be anywhere.

That's all for today, I have a few pics that should make things cheerful for 10-15 seconds, so enjoy. Anyone have any requests? Salt water taffy? Fudge? Airsoft guns?..Wait..

It's been some time since I last updated the site on my usual Monday. I can't say that I've been slacking, it's been a function of the amount of time I spend each day doing things that are actaully important, not that I'm claiming that these updates don't make me happy, because they do, more so than most things. The past few weeks have been quite amazing actually, full of adventure, skateboarding, drinking and yes, smoking.

Last Wednesday magna and I met the crew at Cream City for skate night. For those who are unaware, skate night is every Wednesday at Cream. It's a really good opportunity to skate with the dudes, hang out and occasionally drink a pabst, although I've been in school mode so drinking on a weekday is not really in my best interest, especially when I have an 8am discussion section to hold on Thursday morning. Mags pulled a flipper down the big two, which I was quite impressed with. Bill, as can be expected, has been killing it as well. He had these backside 360's going two weeks ago that were textbook, no slip foot H-Street action. In the end we had an amazing time, and I would urge anyone from Illinois to MPLS to make the trek over for skate night, it's a really good time.

As Mags alluded to, we tried to update the site from the bar the other night, but it only happened twice, not five times as promised. I'm afraid that this weekend won't be much better, as I'll be in NYC from Friday-Monday. When I return though, it's definitely on. I'm working on this book that basically is about becoming a total douche. It's a collection of stories, journal entries, photos, medical reports, and anything else that I feel will enhance the overall success of such a project. Does it sound absolutely retarded? Good, that's basically the point of the project. With all the emphasis on "reality" in every aspect of entertainment, I'd like to take a detour and make something completely false in a really real way. The everyday goings on of me and my friends. It will not be a best seller, it will be THE best seller. Best seller ever. With quotes from people involved and those on the fringe.

I have to go and hold a section, but not before make good on my list of rad-ness for the week. Girls with nice boots, boys with good bags, dark hair, sons and daughters of the former Eastern Bloc, going to NYC in three days, research proposal deadlines, energy drinks and ELO, puking blood, leaning against newspaper boxes, shampooing dead tarantulas, inspiring friends from all walks of life, Catholic nihilists, teaching english in China and being done with school in spring.