Fridays are like a handsome child.

I am proud to present the cover art from my soon to be released album of smooth jazz hits;

As the sun begins to set on yet another week, am pleased to kick off today’s post with an email sent to me from Carlos Alberto Del CAstillo Cabeza De Vaca of The Cycling Inquisition;
“My brother’s friend just took this picture in Queens the other day. I knew Glenn was short…but this is ridiculous.”
Everything about that shot screams ‘right place, right time’.
As I mentioned on Wednesday, cross season would appear to nearly be upon us. All winter people bitch about the fact that it is, and then all summer people have bitched about it not being summery enough, until (at least in these parts), it gets hot, and then it’s ‘too hot’. Finally, for weeks people have been eagerly anticipating winter again.
This leads me to one conclusion, and that is that in general human beings are incapable of being happy with the now, and bike people seem to follow in lock step with that line of reasoning. Whatever the case, it’s fall now, cross is around the corner and as usual people will soon be lamenting the fact that the dog days of summer are once again a distant memory. Luckily individuals like Murphy Mack have events no matter what the season, and this one coming up in a couple of weeks promises to make the transition a little more bearable.
Speaking of which, you may or may not recall an event flyer I posted last week for a throwdown that occurred in Minneapolis West which went by the name of ‘Holeshot’. Well as it turns out, the event had nothing to do with holes or shooting, as is clarified by none other than DPow! himself;
“Olson threw this together, I think it captures both the nonsense of the event, as well as an idea of the potential of the new PDW space. The bowl is already there, we just need to find a way to keep it.”

Please take note of Murph’s rapid fire clinic from 31 seconds to 41 seconds on how to get the holeshot, and then how to immediately lose it..
Good lookin’ out.
For more action than you can shake a stick at, feel free to breeze though Jose’s Flickr set;
Apparently not a shin was spared in the debacle.
The only thing the following clip has to do with any of what we were just discussing is that it was sent to me from another person named Jose;
“Yo Stevil.
Can’t stop watching this:

Hope you enjoy,
— J.”

I do enjoy it whole heartedly and I love Oakland. It’s things like this that makes ‘The O’ an endlessly magical place to me. It’s a down trodden and sometimes hopeless city, with an occasionally justified reputation of being a violent place that’s best left avoided. I know it in an entirely different light however. My mom was born there, as was my grandmother, and both of her parents before her. Had Colorado not gotten involved in my conception and birth, I would have been a fifth generation Oaklander. It sometimes seems like no accident that I should have ended up there.
Another city that has long existed under a cloud of economic depression and turmoil is Detroit. I have no connection to the Motor City, short of a number of friends who hail from there, though it does my heart good to see that they are experiencing a bit of a renaissance themselves;

Much like Brooklyn, West Oakland, lower downtown Denver, the warehouse district of Minneapolis, and so fourth, it would seem that artists, musicians and the like are moving in in droves. This of course means that eventually, areas that were once mired in urban decay will be developed and the gentrification process will happen all over again to the point that the people moving in now, as well as the people residing there currently will eventually be unable to financially do so. It’s a double edged sword, but at least in Detroit’s case, it’s a sword that might just lead to its own eventual success.
The lovely and talented Heather sent me this clip some time ago, and though it may or may not have anything to do with Detroit, I will post it here for your edification now;

“Horror struck, huh.. Army truck.. I’m gaaaay.”
It’s like that baby took the words right out of my mouth.
From Jon, I was recently sent a shot of AHTBM goods in action, that might very well be one of my favorites thus far;
Jon and his shirt certainly have bigger balls than I do.
Alright mens and womens… I am pulling up stakes and set to get the hell out of Dodge. I will be spending the next many days in the Oregon wilds with a group of miscreants the likes of which has not been witnessed before.
I will resume a regular posting schedule again on the 15th of September. For those of you residing in Portland, our paths will cross soon, and for the rest of you, have happy and healthy times in my absence.
I will return with hairy babies for all.

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7 Responses to “Fridays are like a handsome child.”

  1. MM September 3, 2010 at 7:53 am #

    #1 son was born with a line of hair down his spine. Although it was not comb-able like the pic you posted, it was unnerving. They said it was from hormones and would fall out. Let’s just say, he’s the furriest 5 year old in his kindergarten class.

  2. ian c September 3, 2010 at 9:37 am #

    magic garden!

  3. Sabine September 3, 2010 at 10:38 am #

    I’m loving that turf video. Thanks for posting.
    Have fun in Oregon doing Oregonian things.
    fuck, whats with the Captcha? I hate Captcha.

  4. Stevil September 3, 2010 at 1:57 pm #

    Sorry about the captcha. I was getting about 100 comments a day about Russian porn and such. I already know about Russian porn. I needn’t any reminders.

  5. Crank September 3, 2010 at 2:36 pm #

    Leaves are turning, Fall on it’s way. Cold ass mud, fuckin A. Weird how Russian porn seems like a cheap and heartless version of our artful and touching porn industry.

  6. Chris September 3, 2010 at 3:07 pm #

    More like All hail the BACK market! Am I right?

  7. billy September 4, 2010 at 12:33 pm #

    Jersey has arrived!