Tuesday, January 16, 2018

january sixteenth

Five for January 16th:

Sub-zero wins. If you’re a fan of it being degrees outdoors- especially those of a “positive” nature- today is not your day.

Quote of the day. “I’m going to go out a limb and say this office has the most Judas Priest knowledge of any office in St. Louis.” -Seth

Florida. Weeklong March trip to visit Roger, swim in the Lanai, hunt lizards and hit the beach is officially booked. Some hot sand is sounding pretty awesome right about now.

Cool stuff. Breakfast with George, pipes didn’t freeze, new Freestyler hoodie, leftover pecan-encrusted salmon, put some G-Bones on the McGill, Whole Foods delivery.

Tuesday soundtrack. Elder, Hot Lunch, Big Drill Car, Nazareth, Mondo Generator, Danko Jones, Converge, Municipal Waste, Dead Moon, Molly Hatchet.

Monday, January 15, 2018

january fifteenth

Five for January 15th:

Snowfall. Got a nice dusting of powder last night- just enough to make a potential sledding/snowboard trip to the park with the goobs a reality this evening, just little enough to not really make the roads a bummer.

Ramp Riders. Fun rain check skate session with Andy on Friday night, plans for some BMX action with Greg on deck for Thursday evening.

Deck the walls. Unearthed some OG Quiksilver Lance Mountain and Powell Ban This posters. Now to find some frames for them.

Cool stuff. Lisa’s homemade snickerdoodle cashew butter, found my Medicom Misfits figures (now to sell them), Heights membership (nearly) finalized, HB Tuesday Crew Instagram, Haro ’82-’87 Vintage Series forks.

The Lowest White Man. Trumpism is a religion founded on patriarchy and white supremacy. It is the belief that even the least qualified man is a better choice than the most qualified woman and a belief that the most vile, anti-intellectual, scandal-plagued simpleton of a white man is sufficient to follow in the presidential footsteps of the best educated, most eloquent, most affable black man.

Friday, January 12, 2018

january twelfth

Five for January 12th:

Quote of the day. "You know what a real shithole country is? How about a place that despite being the richest country in the world doesn't provide universal health care; who gives $1.5 trillion to the wealthy and big corporations while trying to dismantle social programs that help the most vulnerable; refuses to take meaningful action on climate change; allows people of color to be murdered with impunity by the police; would break up families in senseless deportations of immigrants; has horrific mass shootings regularly and doesn't even try to prevent them with gun control legislation; and would elect a racist, incompetent, ignorant, and morally reprehensible person as our president. Have you guessed it yet?” -JP Schlegelmilch

It’s the little things. For some reason, just hearing Korva Coleman say "shithole" on the radio this morning brought me great joy.

Rain check. We passed on skating last night due to the wintry mix that started accumulating at pretty much the exact time we’d planned to leave. Luckily it ended up being barely anything.

Cool stuff. Roasted red pepper egg white bites, 2019 bashguard Masters coming to fruition, set the Lee Ralph back up, Freestylin’ compendium book revisited, pollo yucatan.

Weekend action. Another cold one coming up. Rescheduled skate session at Ramp Riders tonight, some swimming at the Heights, possibly hitting the January toy show, helping out at mom’s, whatever else trickles along.

Thursday, January 11, 2018

january eleventh

Five for January 11th:

Fast Eddie Clarke. Sad day. The book is now completely closed on Motorhead, with the last standing member of the classic lineup having departed this mortal coil. Rock in peace.

Last night. Plans to kick it with Greg were reinstated and we made some good progress on getting my ’94 GT Vertigo pieced back together. Rad times as always.

Greitens sucks. If you're shocked that a garbage human who has made no secret his desire to lord control over women's bodies and lives did something to lord control over a woman's body and life, you shouldn't be.

Cool stuff. Hitting Ramp Riders for a skate session with Andy this evening (weather permitting), work fruit restock, desk disinfecting, two weeks til’ SoCal, Burt's Bees honey lozenges.

Bottom falls out. From sixty degrees this morning to sixteen degrees tonight. Welcome to St. Louis weather.

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

january tenth

Five for January 10th:

Clifton Park. The parks department took it upon themselves to cut down the beautiful old twisty tree at the top of the stairs that I used to climb on with Jane. Thanks a lot, assholes. Between that and making sure the park rangers are dutifully stopping people from ice skating on the pond on picturesque winter days, you’re doing a real bang-up job bumming out happy children. Congrats.

Shopping spree. Picked up a nice new pair of Pumas, a Maui & Sons long-sleeve tee shirt, and a (unbelievably) shitty plug & play 200-game 8-bit mini system with a Marshall’s gift card that had been burning a hole in my pocket.

Tonight. Plans to hang out with Greg and finish building up the Performer have been postponed due to- you guessed it- illness. It’s getting everybody.

Cool stuff. Chrome Ball Incident Grant Brittain interview, 2018 Haro Vintage series frame sets, salmon salad, Ryan Nyquist Returns to The Unit, minty box of new business cards for NAMM.

Slappy hour. Possible lunchtime slaps at the Schnucks curbs today if it dries up enough. Going to be near 60 today- have to take advantage before the temperatures plummet again.

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

january ninth

Five for January 9th:

Back to reality, please. I realize that at this point, anything but Trump sounds fantastic- but how is anyone sitting here with a straight face making the case for an Oprah Winfrey presidency? Yes, she's intelligent, accomplished, articulate, and well-liked, but those qualities do not a president make. I don't know much, but I think at this point it's relatively clear that the position of US President is one that needs to be handled by someone with a background in political and policy-making experience, not jumped into by another celebrity. It's time to get back to taking this stuff seriously.

Spring Skateone catalog. Check it here. Highlights include the red-stained Ban This Caballero (the only board I will buy this year), Mike V Elephant, the new pro series flight deck lineup, new Per Welinder shirts, and a ton of other radness.

Hidden Valley. Loose plans for a snowboarding trip with Lisa were made a couple of weeks ago and have yet to materialize- but we need to make it happen.

Cool stuff. Shoebox: Kevin Martin photo gallery, The Rise of BMX Freestyle - Volume 2 on order, Eben Krackau Podcast, Tomcat mouse bait, hitting Vernon’s with Brian, Paddy Gross – Four Pegs, Two Brakes, One Attitude video, free coffee and apples at work.

Tuesday soundtrack. Armored Saint, Tad, The Tubes, Helloween, Them Crooked Vultures, Samhain, Black Flag, Graveyard, ASG, Kylesa, Dokken.

Monday, January 8, 2018

january eighth

Five for January 8th:

Recovery. Jane still has a bit of a lingering cough, but finally everyone in the house is on the mend after a miserable week where we were all, with varying degrees of severity, down for the count at some point.

The Heights. Looks like we’re springing for a membership. Ultimately it’ll be a lot cheaper than paying per-visit, with the decision made exponentially simpler by the fact that it’s month-to-month and there’s no time commitment.

Weekend radness. Got in a quick skate stop at the Teamster banks between errands and a couple of good flatland rides at the lot while the kiddos napped. Felt great to just be outdoors after two weeks of inactivity.

Cool stuff. NOS Hammers fit perfectly, fully stocked on groceries, 57 degrees on Wednesday, busting out the firepit, steam-rooming.

Quote of the day. “The president actually had a press conference to deny being stupid.” -David Frum