Tolstoy Is My Boy

I'm sure you're dying to know—but I did finally finish War And Peace. And I take back my earlier remarks. It ripped! Tolstoy's a master historian, and I learned all about Napoleon's Russian campaign. But that's not the thing that got me. What roped me in was the sheer narrative force—a slow, sweeping current that you're helpless in the face of. It is a novel in the old-school sense, with these incredibly complex, human characters that struggle against themselves and each other and the world. Natasha! Prince Andrew! Pierre! I'll probably still think about them all from time to time for a while.

I was at Powell's this morning and saw the very fitting sign above. Tolstoy IS my boy now.

In other news, we rode downtown last night in the April rain to see a photo show by father and son Kanights. Yep Bryce and his dad self-published a photo book on Blurb.com and this was the opening party or whathaveyou. How cool, that snapping images runs in a bloodline.

As you can see, there were a bunch of babes there, but the music was too damn loud to talk and so we were driven back out onto the dark, damp streets and across the bridge to our northeast haven.

Bored to Death

Bored to Death, my friends. It's Jason Schwartzman as a half-ass writer/amateur private detective who lives in Brooklyn. That might not've made it sound funny. Nevertheless....

life and flight

Look, it's Da Vinci's sketches and scribbles capturing the nature of flight. Wouldn't you kill to know what all those words say?

And below, a little thing about the Chris Goshorn memorial we had down at Commonwealth recently. I didn't know him personally but I was honored to be part of it. Death hurts, but skateboarding is so much about life that there wasn't a soul who wasn't smiling by the end of it. Plus, we got a lot of people back on their boards after a long, long time.

Several Shades Of Why

There's no color to this Sunday. All gray. So I'm watching this and it's pretty lovely.

Watch Your Head

So what you're looking at here is the end of an era. The miniature mini ramp—better known as the "mini mini"—has served all of us well for the past five and a half years, but .... it was time. We'd taken out the coping a few months ago to use down at Commonwealth, and it'd just been sitting there useless ever since. Funny thing, though. When we got down to the framing, look at this amazing graffiti that was revealed. It's got Old Man Koerner written all over it. Literally. This one's for you, Scott.

Anyway, now I  have my garage back and have no idea what to do with it. Park in there? I guess...