9 am on Friday, eh?
9 am on Friday, eh?
It’s snowing in Tahoe, so we’re taking the southern route. So Cal today. Gel Labs maybe tonight. Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow night in San Diego. Blythe, CA for Scotty Bo Botty and his pile of dirt riding race cars Friday. Gotta show him my hoop skills and talk about his trip to the peyote church. Saturday delivering a skateboard to a glass blower in New Mexico. Staying with Chris Cade again in albaquirky. Honestly. No plans after that. Maybe Austin, TX? Through Kansas to meet up with my Blue Sky team members and onto Virginia.
Tripped to San Fran last weekend. Sliders event. Caught up with Alicia and Carmen. Alicia tried out my hula. Lovely moment. I like to call it “my other skateboard”. I think it’s more akin to street skating. Object manipulation. It’s a thing. A really good thing. Found a secret no-car hill in Berkeley and went for a skate date with boo boo. There were thane marks, so it’s not that secret.
Heading to the East Coast for the winter, even though it is currently snowing in Tahoe. Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. Moms is sick. Boyfriend is coming. It’s been a haze of traditional and nontraditional travel option plans. America is immense.
Picking up a kiln for glassblowing tomorrow at camp chronic, then heading to SF for Sketchy Dave’s Slider event, back to Tahoe to sort and ship belongings.
Train, Plane, or Automobile, i’m not sure as of yet. Possibly a weird collection of the three.
Been staying with a friend of a friend we met through our medical dispensary. He has an office full of platinum records, though I’m not sure exactly of his involvement.
Nevermind, Californication, Appetite for Destruction, Like A Virgin.
Just the ones off the top of my head.
To-Do List. I’m scared.
Almost as scared as I am of skateboarding down mountains.
There is snow on the mountains and what looks like some gnar-bar clouds rolling in.
I honestly haven’t had a habit of looking at a weather forecast in 10 years.
Well, except for my first fall in Los Angeles, where I checked both LA and Orlando (my previous home) to find out who was “winning” at the best-weather-ever game.
I need more socks, and some key things, (like a snowboard), but it’s looking like a white christmas.
I’ve spent the past month sneezing and coughing on more weed than you and all of your friends are going to smoke in the next year.
Happy Harvest, Homies.
So there’s this trick, where you are hooping on your butt/hip area, and then you step out to one leg, and then there’s another trick where you shift your body weight so you reverse the hoop, twice, while one leg is inside and one leg is outside, so, to the watcher, the hoop flips back and forth left to right, looking like a line, instead of a hoop, because it’s on the horizontal plane, then you shoot your leg out to the airplane yoga pose, and thennnnnn, you either grab the hoop and do a vortex to get it up while simultaneously bringing you lifted leg into the hoop, orrr, you jump to standing on the leg that is currently up, while spinning around, catching the hoop in your hand, and then lasso-ing it up above your head and onto your body.
So anyway. Today I learned how to jump out, instead. Which means, the hoop is spinning on my butt/hip, and I jump out, left thigh up first, then right thigh. The hoop does one rotation around my right thigh and then I catch it with my right ankle, break it on my left hip, and flip it over my right shoulder with my foot while catching it with my right hand and putting it back on my body.
See how many less lines that took to explain? IT’S DOPE.
Also I was on the beach. Which is nice, because the beach in Tahoe is different.
I also learned switch heelside, but on flat ground. I practiced on the quarter ramp shaped driveway, even including a little ledgey coping where the cement changed from fancy to function. Rock to Fakey to switch heelside.
Tomorrow we move the nest. To the woods and the farm. We emerge in 6 weeks. Actually, maybe 2. Spent the past week in San Diego getting the car fixed. $1500 with the homie mechanic hook up. Oy vey.
The sun is coming up. Gotta hurry back to bed.
Hay Sam Hay is one of my favorite groms, and he’s been killing it softly for a while now. He was pretty much killing it when I was learning to push around, too. But I still think he should have a tramp stamp in this picture.
Thanks to Joey Lee for the REAL QUICK photoshop.
I’m gonna go on a lake quest. A quest to see new lakes. This one looks nice, but I’m staying in California first. Colorado though, I think you’re next.