Ghosts in the machine, V. whatever.


I woke up early yesterday morning, as I do, and came to my computer to do some time wasting. Upon clicking on this site, a notification came up indicating that there’d been a service interuption, and something had gone wonky with one of the servers, or something;

I immediately laid down on the floor and exclaimed ‘BOOORRRIIINNNGGG’, and then followed that by going about my business making coffee, celery juice, monkey business and so forth. Eventually I came back to the glowing naked lady box, and more specifically, this site, and saw that Monday’s post had been mysteriously changed to ‘pending’, and all of the comments previously attached to it had gone missing.

So at that point, all of my personal validation went out the window, and I decided it best to go back to bed, which is where I’d still be were it not or the fact that I had to get cracking on today’s post.

This is just a longwinded way of saying that never in my life has a painting, drawing, postcard, or fanzine vanished into thin air. Working with internet black magic as a medium has its drawbacks.

Then again, when has a painting, drawing, postcard, or fanzine brought us cats in banana hats;

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tXKw_rBhOTs

The answer to that is probably never.

So anyway, for those who commented and had your words potentially lost to space, I apologize. The gremlins are woking overtime.

In other news of the world wide webbings, CD from Chrome Industries came through with their latest video profile, this time featuring one time one speed endurance racing honch, and now full time fancy pants chef, Chris Cosentino;

Stevil,

Here’s a film we just did with Chris Cosentino about riding, it’s not a product pitch (or is it for Giant?), I hope you like it.
Best,
CD

https://vimeo.com/250867869

I first met Chris back in the late 90s as he was just beginning to establish himself in the wild world of food, and it’s been intriguing to watch him evolve and become the renowned chef he is today.

Kudos to him for his efforts, and kudos to Chrome for recognizing them.

But I’ll be damned if I let him replace my memory of my surrogate grandmother’s homemade meatballs, and chocolate mousse.

And somewhat relating to my own whorish tendencies as it relates to bags, it’s come to my attention that Mission Workshop and WTB have joined forces in bring us a contest for a whole slew of goodies;

All you gotta do to get in the running is go here and sign up to win.

Don’t like winning? Then don’t click that link. That just means more chances for me to not win.

Because I never win anything.

Moving on from two wheeled topics to four, it was in other various virtual channels recently that I snuck a peek to a project I discussed in this post, of course being the brand new forthcoming AHTBM skateboard deck;

The graphics are done, and the order has been placed. They should be landing in my hands right around three weeks from today, and so for now, I’ll share the top graphics straight from brain of Blk Prjkt to your eyeball balls;

As I stated previously, the dimensions on this sled are 9″x33″, with a 6.5″ tail, a 6.9″ nose, and a 15.25″ wheelbase. It’s perfect for pools, banks, ditches, and most importantly, curbs, but only if your body can take it.

And relating to one’s own physical (dys)functionality, we’ll circle back to a comment I made at the head of today’s post- One of the things I’ve been doing every day for the last nearly two years is starting out every morning with 16 to 20 ounces of pure, and plain celery juice.

Not only has it helped in a myriad of components in my existence, but (probably most importantly), it’s given me a liver of an eighteen year old, and allowed me to live in a world where hangovers are virtually non-existent. How is it that this information isn’t being bellowed from roof tops? That right there is a mystery I might never solve.

How does this stalk which previously was only known for being a crunchy garnish in a bloody mary exact such miracles?;

Pretty much in all of the ways, and if you would like to, you can read about them all here.

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve begun looking at my body like a muscle car, (or if you will, the Fall Guy truck). At one time, when it was still fresh off the showroom floor, it was good for doing burnouts, and jumps, and Rockfords, and if I felt so inclined, donuts in the middle of the freeway at 2:00 in the morning. But driving the Fall Guy truck like that with little to no maintenance just simply isn’t sustainable. Sometimes I have to get under the hood and make sure everything is working efficiently, for both my sake, as well as the sake of Colt, Jody, and Howie.

And one of the best tricks I’ve found for said maintenance is drinking a big cup of celery juice on an empty stomach first thing every day.

At the beginning of my relationship with this ritual, I didn’t have a juicer, so I blended a bunch of stalks, and drank the whole thick concoction. The texture left a lot to be desired, and on occasion ended up being barfed back into the sink as soon as it was swallowed. So for months I strained it before I drank it which worked out ok, but ultimately I invested in a juicer to do the heavy lifting and I haven’t looked back.

I realize that most folks don’t come around here to get tips on diet, (aside from things like bacon mac and cheese muffins), but I felt compelled to share this secret which I suspect will allow me (us) to continue rabble rousing into my (our) golden years.

Or if you will, will at least in part help keep the ghosts out of my (our) physical machine(s).

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11 Responses to “Ghosts in the machine, V. whatever.”

  1. Largo January 26, 2018 at 6:43 am #

    Maybe it’s not the celery juice.
    Maybe you have the constitution of a crocodile.

  2. Pudley EnWeek January 26, 2018 at 7:22 am #

    Came for the tennis balls. Stayed for the diet tips. Cheers!

  3. FunkyLaneO January 26, 2018 at 8:05 am #

    I remember the day the light bulb in my head went on and I realized the digital characters on my sister’s Police album cover were actually the band members faces. It was probably the millionth time I had looked at it.

    • Stevil January 26, 2018 at 9:06 am #

      Holy crap.

    • ANDY January 26, 2018 at 10:29 am #

      MIND=BLOWN

    • d*pow January 26, 2018 at 11:46 am #

      MIND BLOWN

  4. LP McQuack January 26, 2018 at 10:57 am #

    Celery, crunch greatness!

  5. Aaron D.C. Edge January 27, 2018 at 1:35 am #

    That. Video. Though.

    Watched it three times in a row. I’ll now watch it three times more after I submit this. You brightened my cloudy day man, thank you.

    Ding. Ding.

  6. Trama January 27, 2018 at 9:28 am #

    Cognitive Conditioning. Drink a bunch of beers, sip a Pliny, wake up and juice. It’s like your own bell ringing routine! Maybe I’ll get a juicer, sounds really good. Tennis ball facts.

  7. McBike January 28, 2018 at 7:10 am #

    What is a “Rockford”?

    • Stevil January 28, 2018 at 7:13 am #

      A J-turn, popularized by Mr. Jim Rockford.

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