Keep meaning to post this photo. Was drinking with some sk8er doods on the Guadalupe trail (yeah, the one where Byebye and Shlort takes place) and up comes this crawdad, who feared nothing. Fuck your teckate! His arms are raised like the part in Byebye when they go under the freeways and it … wait, no spoilers.
Keep meaning to write up something about the skate ramps etc etc that folks have been building last couple of years, which piss off the water company. This isn’t the moment for me to do that writing, except to say that ever since they’ve been putting those little ramps and stuff up, I feel for the first time that the freeway infrastructure somehow has an essential life force to it. Anyone who’s awake knows that freeway flyovers and their necessary piers and wasted terrestrial underbellies are an abomination. Far from removing these toxic spaces from our towns, the skate gear does put a beautiful human touch to it all, and makes these spaces useful in a down-to-earth way. More on that someday. You can start by reading Folklore of the Freeway.
Just found this huge stash of notes hidden where I’d never find them: in my fartsmone’s “notes” app. I don’t remember writing them. Glad they didn’t get lost!
I was never going to be able to afford a douchebag Tesla, now I am really never buying an EV.
Toppling a democracy and installing a dictatorship for lithium, so we can drive without gasoline to Starbucks, is unacceptable for a million reasons. Stick this on your social media! Solidarity with the people of Bolivia is needed NOW and as long as the EV battery mafia is looking for someone to beat up. Ride a bike!
If you don’t know what this is about, see here.
It seems that these exceedingly annoying liberal mass-culture masturbation sessions are getting more numerous by the year. As if Burning Man and Pride weren’t enough time wasted on classist shenanigans, now we got these Climate Strikes and Science Marches.
Whose heart changes, what strategy improves, what ideologies bridged? None!
Who benefits? The drinks-to-go QSR lifestyle industry! It’s no wonder then that…
This comic is a response by way of extension to a very important story covered in a very sloppy piece of marketing –ah I mean article –published by a writer on the Atlantic who either stakes her reputation on clickbait or has an evil editor.
What joyous news did I receive today but that Troy or Dead Western of approximately Sacramento has a new song, “PPL ARE SCARED!”
On my massive list of “people I wish I could know better if I weren’t always working etc etc and I hope when we see each other every 10 years we’re still friends,” this dude is definitely in the top rolls of the scroll. And he’s one of maybe five lateral lyricists on the west coast who really have it, not weird for weirdness, but a real command of original usage, metaphor, atmosphere, stuff hipsters can’t fake.
Yes, he has to move his head like that to make his voice that deep, yes he can sing that deep much louder, filling a whole street. I never seen him use a microphone since what, 2006, 2007. Maybe he would if he sold out SAP Center but fools are ignorant.
Here’s a little older one, but not as old as us, I’m sorry to say.
It’s time for GENTRI-FI!
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