Friday, September 29, 2017

september twenty-ninth

Five for September 29th:

Four days of riding. Close to fifty miles of bike commuting will be in the books for the week by the time I get home tonight. Had a great ride in this morning- I aired up my tires and everything.

Daylight savings. A month and some change left of glorious long days before the winter gloom and early darkness sets in. Planning to take full advantage.

George. He wanted to sleep in Jane’s pink Sparkle & Shine satin nightgown last night. Who am I to argue?

Cool stuff. Payday, free oranges, Mike Dominguez Rominske Halfpipe 1987, Grosso’s Loveletters: Always Remember P-Stone, Part 1, watermelon water restock, homemade trail mix.

Weekend action. Hitting the playground, flatland session with Greg, apple picking, Exodus and Obituary at Ready Room, mowing the lawn.

Thursday, September 28, 2017

september twenty-eighth

Five for September 28th:

Day 3. The combination of forgetting to air my tires and a persistent headwind made for a somewhat sluggish ride this morning, but a good one nonetheless. There’s no beating clear skies, sunshine and low-70’s when it comes to bike commuting.

Free lunch. Totally forgot we were getting catered lunch at work today and brought in a bunch of stuff. On the plus side, I don’t have to haul a lunch six miles in my backpack tomorrow.

RIP Dennis Dragon. The guy who created the soundtrack for all the classic Powell Peralta videos- and thus, the soundtrack of my childhood- died yesterday. Super bummer. Go watch Animal Chin and raise a toast to one of the greats.

Cool stuff. Lunch slappies revisited, evening at the playground, basement reorganization: phase one, Jane’s Halloween costume, new Red Dead Redemption 2 trailer.

Helltrack 2018. Yes, they’re building a full size Helltrack replica for a BMX race in Texas in 2018. Yes, Cru Jones will be there. Yes, it’s open to the public to ride. This might legitimately be something I schedule off work to attend.

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

september twenty-seventh

Five for September 27th:

Feels like fall. I love me some heat, but seemingly endless 95-degree days at the end of September aren’t cool no matter what. Finally getting into some more seasonal temperatures outside. Wore a hoodie today and everything.

Frozen treats. Celebrated the last gasp of summer weather last night with a trip to Mr. Wizards (or Mr. Lizards, as Jane calls it) for frozen yogurt cones, cups, and concretes.

Must read. America, we need to talk about this ‘police riot’ in a major U.S. city.

Cool stuff. Afternoon slappy session with Brian, Iron Maiden Behind the Beast documentary, free k-cups at work, Snakebite BMX Sean Burns podcast, rest of the Blind Eyes practices mostly scheduled.

4/5 goals. Shooting for a four-day ride week, with tomorrow and Friday looking nothing short of perfect. It always feels like a major accomplishment to only drive one day a week, in both the Good Health and Saving Money departments.

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

september twenty-sixth

Five for September 26th:

Band practice. The first Blind Eyes practice in three and a half years went down last night in anticipation of our October 21 reunion show, and it went better than I think any of us were expecting. Definitely not a complete train wreck, at least.

Day two. Swift six miles in to work this morning. The new Gator Hardshell tires Big Shark put on my FCR3 are just unreal- it’s honestly like riding a brand new bike.

Moron in Chief. I guarantee you that until maybe sometime within the last few days, Donald Trump had no idea that Puerto Rico was part of the United States. There's a decent chance he's still unaware of this.

Cool stuff. Powell Peralta longsleeves, fall temperatures on the horizon, work coffee restock, good leftovers, got my amp back, chocolate sea salt RX bar.

Tuesday soundtrack. Witchcraft, Pallbearer, Iron Maiden, Monolord, Kadavar, Spiritual Beggars, Brant Bjork, Fu Manchu, High On Fire, Dead Kennedys.

Monday, September 25, 2017

september twenty-fifth

Five for September 25th:

Back in/on the saddle. Three days out of the office followed by a weekend means a mountain of email and other work to get through today. That said, had a great ride in this morning after way too much sitting around for the last several days. Hoping to get as much in this week as possible.

September toy show. I think Jane and I have gone to every toy show so far this year. This time around I scored a $1 die-cast Shogun Warrior Grandizer, George got a new Ninja Turtle and Jane picked up a Barbie and a few little plastic Disney princesses.

Partying. Hit up a way-too-hot Clifton Heights Party in the Park with the family followed by Oktoberfest at Seth’s place on Saturday. Good times, good food, and face painting.

Cool stuff. Sunday night bikes, JB skate session with Andy, new GT/Dyno Dual Forces t-shirt, Spike Jonze Epicly Later’d, 2018 Haro Lineage lineup and upcoming retro tees.

Quote of the day. “A great way to show respect for the flag is to refuse offers of clandestine election assistance from hostile foreign espionage agencies.” -David Frum

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

september nineteenth

Five for September 19th:

Re-routing. Deviated from my normal riding route of cutting over the turtle park bridge and weaving through Forest Park, and just stayed on Oakland all the way up in the bike lane to Skinker. Probably shaved a good 3-4 minutes off my commute time. How did I not think to do that sooner?

Jury duty packing list. iPhone charger, earbuds, new issue of Thrasher, Elevation bars, sleep mask, cyanide pills.

Puppet theatre. This thing has been sitting boxed since Christmas. Finally got it put together over the weekend and the goobs can’t get enough of it.

Cool stuff. Fresh-ground Guatemalan coffee, lunch break slappy session, Skate Warehouse sticker sheet, work snack restock, two free storage shelves for the basement, found my to-go mug, Heath Kirchart Epicly Later’d.

Tuesday soundtrack. Primordial, Kyuss, Mercyful Fate, MDC, Black Flag, Vision of Disorter, Minor Threat, Clutch, COC.

Monday, September 18, 2017

september eighteenth

Five for September 18th:

Over the hill. Celebrated the big 4-0 with cupcakes with the kids, dinner with Lisa at Snax followed by drinks with a bunch of good friends at Royale, and some barbecue and ├ęclair cake at Lisa’s mom’s house.

Happy birthday Josh. Speaking of birthdays, my little brother turns 37 today. Little whippersnapper.

No stopping the gnar. Flatland session with Greg at Shenandoah on Saturday followed by an early morning trip to the slab and some backyard quarterpipin’ with Andy on Sunday.

Cool stuff. Free Danelectro t-shirt at work, $80 worth of Starbucks/iTunes cards, peach pear La Croix, fixed the bottom bracket on the DT DLX, house decluttering, O-Zone ’89.

Jury duty. No blog at least Wednesday this week due to public service obligations. Fingers crossed I’m back on Thursday.

Friday, September 15, 2017

september fifteenth

Five for September 15th:

Last post of my thirties. I’m not one to put much stock in turning 40- as I’m pretty much firmly on the “you’re only as old as you feel/age is nothing but a number” bandwagon- but it’s amazing how fast the last decade went by. And what a decade it was.

Black lives matter. My skin color is such that I will never have to sit down with my small children and explain to them, in starkly literal terms, that their lives essentially have no value, and that they can be targeted and murdered by police at any time, for any reason, with impunity. That no matter what they do or say, don’t do or don’t say, none of it matters. That an approaching police officer equals the very real possibility of violent death regardless of any cause or lack thereof. That there is no one to protect them, and that the system will always- ALWAYS work on behalf of the police, even when they're on camera premeditating a murder, committing said murder, and planting a gun on a warm corpse, because That’s Just How It Is. I can’t imagine having to have this conversation with my children, but it’s a conversation that is happening right now in households across this city and country, with no apparent end in sight.

Riding in. Great ride to the office this morning, and hopefully being on a bike will help me get home tonight in the wake of what I can only assume will be widespread protest-related road closures.

Cool stuff. Dave Mirra BMX Super Tour 2001 series on YouTube, lunch protein box, getting paid, GT t-shirt, playing Mia and Me with Jane.

Weekend action. Hard to get excited about a weekend given all that’s happening right now, but that said: birthday sushi with Lisa, cocktails with friends, bbq at the in-laws, street riding, lawn stuff, decluttering, St. Louis hopefully not burning.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

september fourteenth

Five for September 14th:

Riding in. Due to after-work appointments, rain threats and child transportation obligations, I finally got my first ride of the week in today, with plans for tomorrow as well. Cool and quick six miles.

Janey. My girl had her first day back at Union AND her first dance class yesterday. Handled both like a champ.

Office quote of the day. "Dude, I would’ve bought the shit out of a Crucial Taunt record."

Cool stuff. Jasmine tea restock, Grosso’s Loveletters: Lance Mountain, Part 2, raging lunch session at 170 ditch, Ruben Alcantara - NORA Cup Legend Tribute Video, Hell Night t-shirt.

Crap I pulled out of the weed pile behind out fence. Rusty wheelbarrow, five tomato cages, numerous bricks, two large steel poles, old animal trap, four lawn bags worth of vines/tree stump fragments.

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

september thirteenth

Five for September 13th:

Allergy season. Made it all the way through spring and summer with nary an issue, but now as we’re getting into fall I can’t stop sneezing. Go figure.

The Birdman. Got to MoFo pretty much exactly in time for it to start pissing rain, but saw a bunch of Instagram video and photos of Tony Hawk earlier in the day totally wrecking the park to an enormous crowd. Take about a dude that puts his money where his mouth is. The expansion looks awesome as well.

Playing actual drums. I appreciate the hell out of my electronic kit- which has helped keep me a sane person for the last several years- but nothing beats the real thing. Had a chance to bang around in the basement for a few minutes last night on the new setup and it was great.

Cool stuff. Afternoon ditch skate session (weather permitting), $40 in Starbucks gift cards from the in-laws, Jane’s (second) first day of school, sleeping till 7 am, free Planet Waves Eclipse tuner, carnitas.

Quote of the day. “Sadly, the fact that Ted Cruz jacks off to mediocre porn spam is the most human thing we can say about him. This is actually his high point.” -Craig Mazi

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

september twelfth

Five for September 12th:

Sick boy. Hot on the heels of Jane last week, my little guy is out of commission with a persistent cough and just general sickishness. I guess there’s something going around. Kudos to Lisa for spending most of the night in his tiny bed keeping him soothed.

New drum kit. Got it unboxed and built up, but of course had to do it after the kids were in bed, so I haven’t had a chance to actually play or tune it yet. Looks killer, though.

Eyes on the prize. Went in to get new contacts yesterday fully prepared to drop a couple hundred dollars at least- as is always the case- but to my surprise, our new vision plan through work covered a six-month supply (which I will stretch to a year easily) completely. I’ll take it.

Cool stuff. New issue of Thrasher, H-Street Danny Way “Giant” reissue decks and shirts, homemade salsa, fresh bananas, getting better at slappies, $3.50 Enjoi rails at Skate Warehouse, hitting the ‘chit.

Tuesday soundtrack. May Blitz, Witchcraft, Cactus, KISS, Spirit Caravan, Black Sabbath, Mondo Drag, Acid King, The Shrine, Blood Ceremony, High On Fire.

Monday, September 11, 2017

september eleventh

Five for September 11th:

This week. Getting new contacts, Tony Hawk demo at Morganford, turning 40. In that order.

Josh in town. It was great hanging out with my brother and his girlfriend over the weekend for the first time in three years, but I don’t think anyone was happier to see him than my kids, who literally swarmed him relentlessly for a half an hour.

Stompin’ the States. Somehow the existence of this video, (loosely) chronicling the ’87 General Bicycles US freestyle tour, completely eluded me until it randomly popped up on my YouTube feed over the weekend. Mesmerizing.

Cool stuff. Saga Toys revisited, Jane’s fairy house, front room paint job finished, license renewed with days to spare, Vision psycho stickers, photo dump, afternoon slappy session.

JoA Homecoming. Abbreviated trip yesterday evening to the Joan of Arc homecoming festival- a family tradition. George wasn’t feeling well so we didn’t stay long, but we still got in some sliding, ferris-wheeling, elephant riding, corn dogs and cotton candy.

Friday, September 8, 2017

september eighth

Five for September 8th:

Day 2. Threw on a hoodie for a nice brisk roll in to work today. This is perfect riding weather- it really just doesn’t get any better. Sunshine and no humidity. Got to take advantage.

Quote of the day. “Ostensibly assaulted by campus protests, battered by arguments about intersectionality, and oppressed by new bathroom rights, a blameless white working class did the only thing any reasonable polity might: elect an orcish reality-television star who insists on taking his intelligence briefings in picture-book form.” -Ta-Nehsis Coates

Fine arts. Jane’s drawing skills are developing at an unbelievable rate. Last night she was busting out faces, mermaids, owls, all sorts of stuff. She gets better daily, and loves it, which makes me happy, as art is still one of the things that keeps me sane.

Cool stuff. Porkchop BMX stickers, new Gator Hardshell tires, Bam Margera Epicly Later’d episode, afternoon slappy hour, orange La Croix.

Weekend action. The final weekend of my thirties will be spent hanging out with my brother in town from Seattle, hitting the JoA homecoming fair with the kids, a possible morning trails/skate session, and some less-fun things like renewing my license and mowing the lawn.

Thursday, September 7, 2017

september seventh

Five for September 7th:

Back on the bike. With my road bike finally back from the shop and freshly dialed in, I got to ride in to the office today for the first time in a couple of weeks. The difference that a completely re-tuned bike with new tires makes is incredible.

Drum kit. Got an amazing ($99!) deal on a Dixon kit from work, which I shall bring home on Monday and tweak to radness. Since I sold my Fibes, I’ve been playing electronic only, and with some stuff looming (more later) I needed something real to bang around on.

Playground 2.0. Leave it to Lisa to get stuff done: a salvo of persistent calls to the park department finally yielded replacements for the decaying toddler swings, followed by a one ft.-thick, metric ton of woodchips put down yesterday afternoon.

Cool stuff. Tony Hawk at MoFo next week, saying goodnight to the ducks and Unicorn Shoe, cheap DIY bike stand ideas, afternoon ditch session, expired plates renewed,

Thursday soundtrack. Torche, Saint Vitus, Colour Haze, Baroness, Pallbearer, Led Zeppelin, Orchid, Dio, Earth, The Sword, COC, Kyuss.

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

september sixth

Five for September 6th:

Last night. Good times kicking it with Greg in his garage, riding bikes, dialing in the Decade and listening to punk rock. It never gets old.

Sick girl. Two weeks back in school and Jane already lost her voice and came down with a fever. She’s luckily feeling much better today, thanks to some meds (but mostly the $1 Barbie doll knockoff I picked up for her yesterday).

DACA. Hey, now that we're getting ready to start ripping children out of the only homes they've ever known and deporting them to countries they've never been to, are we officially Great Again™?

Cool stuff. My road bike is done and ready for pickup, car inspections passed, Loveletters Season 8: Tony Alva - 60th Birthday Special Edition, Toxic Oddly Enough video, car rides with George, lunch hour slappy session.

AMOLAD. Finally got my vinyl copy of A Matter of Life and Death in the mail yesterday, thus completing the two-album, 180-gram compendium of Iron Maiden albums I'm thanked on. Pretty rad.

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

september fifth

Five for September 5th:

Fall-ish. One day after the pool closes for the summer and it’s straight-up hoodie weather outside. Talk about timing.

Weekend highlights. Hit the beach and the carousel with Jane, played some hockey with Greg at Wilmore Park, hiked with the family at Shaw Nature Preserve, skate session with Andy and Brian at JB, one last swim at Maplewood.

The precious. Finally have a real tub of fresh-ground almond butter in the house after months of dealing with second-rate bulk jars of disappointment.

Cool stuff. Full propane tank, Photographer Finds Locations Of 1960s Postcards To See How They Look Today, fresh bananas, dialing in 180 bunnyhops on the Performer, new 32G thumb drive, Cab x Sloan Episode one, $1 diecast Star Destroyer.

Glad we had this talk. Guys, the cop who arrested that nurse was just trying to do his job, which in this case was enforcing laws he made up on the spot. Let's not forget that the police get to do whatever they want whenever they want regardless of lawfulness, and it's up to the public to go along with it no matter how out of line it gets, lest you risk being arrested, beaten, or killed for sport.

Friday, September 1, 2017

september first

Five for September 1st:

T-minus sixteen days. The big 4-0 looms just around the corner. Not that I care about such things, but still, it’s kind of strange to think about.

And the cycle begins anew. Looks like the latest St. Louis police officer caught murdering for sport will likely be exonerated today, because that’s the zero-consequence culture we’ve established and upheld for them.

Slappy hour. I suck at slappies, but what're ya gonna do? Had some fun yesterday afternoon at the Schnucks curb, followed up with some parking block boardslides this morning on the way in.

Cool stuff. Grosso’s Loveletters: Lance Mountain, getting the lawn mowed, free Wedgie drum key, Blaze Bayley business card, windows open, piecing together a cheap kit.

Long weekend action. One final trip to the Maplewood pool, mowing the lawn, Creve Coeur Lake with Jane, riding BMX with Greg, early morning skate session, and generally not thinking about work for three days.