Ball Sports
Check it out. To people who grew up punk, these ball sports that all the regular folk were playing and taking for granted are actually really weird and hard. Case in point: our new intramural softball team for Unheard Distribution. "The Unhearders," we're called, and at our first game last night, we lost. Like, BAD—28 to 2, in all honesty.
In the outfield, Daniel kept complaining that he had to pee. Covering second base, Johnny was outrun by a lady in yoga pants. Up to bat, Kristina swung at fucking everything (and missed fucking everything!). I was unable to catch a single ball, even the pop fly that the gods sent straight to me like a beam of light.
I really wish you could've been there, because you woulda laughed, and people need laughter in their lives, right?
Side note: Tennis is just as tough. Have you played lately? Fucckkkkkkkk.
Spring Scene
Can you believe we live in a place where all the trees bloom at once and you can look out your front window in the morning to see a yard awash in sun and trees dressed in all manor of color causing petals to fall through the air everywhere like snow and and and .... It's pretty remarkable. The color and the warmth and the light forces a kind of unexpected happiness on you in a way that, maybe, you haven't experienced in a long time.
Favorites 3.26.15
Chilled Sake: Not hard alcohol, but not really wine, either. Crisp, austere ... it's cold but it warms you up.
How It Smelled Yesterday Morning In Portland, Oregon: Damp, really rich, drenched in deep forest mysteries. If you inhaled and closed your eyes, you could see little white flowers and fauns prancing around.
Acupuncture: It doesn't matter why you're getting it. Just let ’em stick you with the tiny needles, and then lay back and sail away on a sea of endorphins. It's dreamy.
Listen Up Phillip: The movie a meaner, angrier Wes Anderson might've made.
New Beginnings
Check it out. Everyone just thinks of mini ramps as things to screw around on—jungle gyms for adults or something. But what a mini ramp really is, or can be anyway, is a community.
I got my ass handed to me a couple years ago by circumstance. I was engaged, did y'all know that? And I owned a business together with my man. Both things went away, right around the same time. Reality bent, disorientation unfolded ... but the show must go on.
Circumstantially, I started skating this one backyard mini ramp a lot. Here, slowly, I collected all of these shining people who are now my shining family. To all who wander or are lost, see, there's always a new somewhere to turn.
This is all just a long-winded way of telling you that that ramp's gone now. Wet Northwest winters had done a number on its bones. We tore the thing out and took the last wood to the dump yesterday. Sure, it was a little sad. Like with an old, sick dog, though, we knew it was time to put it down.
But! A new ramp's coming! Different dimensions, fresh strong wood all smelling of sap. Maybe see ya there this spring?
Me, back then. Fun = good for mind and body.
Benjamin H. Graham in that nice afternoon light.
Unscrewing. The opposite of getting screwed.
Bye bye, baby.
A cozy Sunday at the dump with my bests.