She kills it on the guitar and her voice is incredible and every time I think about finding a musician to hula hoop next to for tips, I really just wish it were her, not some random dude, even though I’ve had rad times hooping next to random dudes playing guitar.
I don’t WANT to get a real job.
Real job means REAL boring.
Riley Rose, I love you! Let’s go on tour!
Damn, it’s been a long time since I’ve had that thought.
I meet a good amount of people and a few of them I really like, and beyond that I have many moments with people I admire. That’s the moments that I admire, not the people. There are few people I admire. More that I respect, some that I revere, but not a lot of favorites.
I’m going to start a new blog soon about the moments I admire and the people that I have with them, so if you’re interested in things I think and go through that don’t have very much to do with skateboarding, let me know, and I’ll hook it up with the new link.
Anyway, her name is Penelope Trunk, or at least she wants me to call her that, and she writes a blog about career and entrepreneurial advice that she intermingles with embarrassing and/or relevant details about her personal life. She is hilarious, and has been for a while, and she knows how to fail even while succeeding, and as a cute boy told me circa 3 am the other night at an underground forest party in North Lake Tahoe: She is FLOURISHING. That’s my kinda girl.
The last person I said is my favorite, btw, is a white rapper chick from Berkeley who wants me to call her K.Flay.
Love dat bitch.
You should go buy her new album, Life as A Dog, Penelope Trunk.
(PS. Penelope is what I named the first dog that was all mine.)
It’s in Denver. Selling Solar. Starts the day after I get there.
Mountain, I’m talking to you!
About ready to plant this flower in the ground somewhere.
Looks like Denver.
that I can’t write.
Someone punch me, but not that hard.
Mine likes to rearrange my words to the point that I haven’t written anything in ages and bought a *GASP* notebook. And a pen. Two, actually. It’s been a long time since I’ve written so little. I feel like there’s so much wiggling around inside of me and it can’t get out! But I still feel like it’s going to get out, but not through my fingers. Like I’ll lose all the words and thoughts and ideas I’ve had over the past year. And damn, what an emotional year it’s been. My mom fell today, she’s back in the hospital and on the phone I couldn’t really understand her because she was talking gibberish. Sorry to burden you with that. I’m leaving in three hours for four days. Or maybe 3 days. I don’t know. I must go to sleep. But first, I’ll leave you with the first thing I wrote in my new book… which is blank. A notebook, for notes. Here’s one:
I’m sitting on the floor
of the SF greyhound station, dirty
Just spent 6 hours
Searching and Searching
For a good book to read
Skating alone through the city
Inspired to lead.
I told the homeless man in the park
just before dark
that I really like his “thing”
which was a covered bed on wheels
that his lady-friend was in
Every now and again
I wish I could sing.
And although I do believe you can be anything
when I belt, no one melts, I just give myself welts
And it brings me to suppose
my greatest strength is prose
As it goes
I never seem to sing in the shower
but at a bookstore in San Fran
I’m content for hours.
It’s weird. A poem.
It must be the book about Jack Kerouac I’m reading,
and spending an evening where beat poetry was seeded.
Libraries and bookstores.
I’ll be your slave, if you let me.
Too much real in this world.
I got a new job.
Damn the Man. Save the empire.
Short shorts downhill. @therealdaisy
I like this here tiny island.
Yeah it is.
Lost my custom OM hat for BigTruckBrand in Truckee.
No big, new digs.
I’m moving back to Catalina next week to charge the OTHER one way downhill with the golf carts and chase the sun from East to West. Turns out hula hooping way too much didn’t make me forget how to skateboard. Thanks for the photo, LBAG. Matching grip makes me better, whatever. Consider it a super power, if you must. Daisy!