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31.12.10

Happy New Year!



Michael, Wes and I went out with sweet Mongoose for a little bit bigger test run than the snow piles outside of work.

Hopefully we'll get some more runs in, but I'll be uploading parts for them in near future either way. Apparently that's the only thing that snow is good for.

Belated happy new year, Philippines. And happy new year, Michigan.

27.12.10

Hello there!

A little work in progress. Copper bits, clay, and some junk.

Michael, hanging out, watching Arrested Development.

 Laura, using the computer.

24.12.10

Oooh... Ahhh.

So many videos that kind of go outside the realm of what this blog is sort of about. But hey, it's winter, a long weekend, and you probably don't have too much else going on besides stuffing your face and dreaming about nicer weather.

23.12.10

20.12.10

A story. (Pt. 5)

     “Peed on the walls. Had to do it. Stupid bastard touched me,” I gasped and grinned, “nothing else to say.”
   
     Sam shakes his head. He’s still hunched over. His hands on his knees, propping up his body. His breathing, just now returning to normal.
   
     I somehow get the feeling that it wasn’t the assault, the vandalism, or the leaving without paying that was bothering Sam. He seems to have enjoyed it. He seems to have enjoyed it a lot. But, something seems to be bothering him; I just can’t tell what.
   
     Sam tells me about how he had grabbed the old man that had looked into the bathroom. He tells me about how he flipped the man over the counter when the man told someone to call the police.  Sam told them it wouldn’t be in anyone’s best interest for them to be able to identify us. And we left. Quickly.


     Sitting back in the car, I feel safer already. It’s starting to get light out and these two days have run together. I can’t tell where I begin or end. I’m fuzzy on both ends--just like tonight. I need to find somewhere in between. I need time to process whatever the fuck it was that went on today; tonight.

I need a fresh start. I need sleep.

     Hunched over into the window, watching the ground fly past, my eyelids start to fall. Slowly blinking, drif… ting… off…

14.12.10

A story. (Pt. 4)

      Two cups of coffee, three cigarettes, fourteen tangents in conversation. I had watched our waitress talking to the cook for the last twenty minutes or so. They’ve been absorbed into their own little world. And us? Still no food.
  
      I’ve been keeping track of the pace of their conversation. While talking, her arms spring to life. She’s conducting her own private orchestra, the flesh under her arms flapping wildly. His head bobbles around.

13.12.10

A story. (Pt. 3)

     The plump old waitress is caustic, screaming from behind the counter. Her heaving stomach violently juggles her saggy breasts back and forth; grocery bags of runny jell-o. We fly out the doors of the restaurant.

11.12.10

I think I like taking photos again.




This camera is fun.

A story. (Pt. 2)

     The swirls of paint began to move like waves on the ceiling. Crashing, winding in and out of one another, exploding with more and more color. The light fixture pitched and rolled. It was almost too much, but to me, it was brilliant.

     The grain of the wooden floor writhed; like interpretive dancers; like buckets full of worms. I looked up at Sam, who was sitting on the edge of the couch. His mouth was moving but I hadn’t heard him talking.

     “…et outta this man?”

     His face was pulsing. The hairs in his beard looked like thousands of waving arms. I stared at him incomprehensibly.

     “Did you hear me man? What do you get outta this?”

9.12.10

Tricks of shit-tastic proportions. (Trick)


Untitled from RV H-J on Vimeo.

The only plus side about Mass., right now, is that, even though it's cold, it's nice enough to be out and ride.

The only downside, my wrist is still pretty well shit from my crash. Michigan greetings from Massachusetts.

7.12.10

I have been procrastinating the shit out of writing this.

So, here's the deal. No Bikes 7 (see trailer for it after the jump) is probably about the best damn thing you're going to be able to get for five dollars. Those four and a half McChickens you were thinking about getting can wait until next week (I mean, there really isn't anything all that cool about diarrhea anyway).

In this current age of drama shit talkers (read "youth of The Come Up generation"), two and a half minute edits filled with triple backflip tuck YMCA's and pooping while manualing, liability lawsuits, and pretty much everything else that's bad about biking and videos/edits as of late... well, NB7 is a breath of fresh air. I really truly enjoyed it--start to finish.

Not a speck of improperly used gangster rap even came close to touching this--unlike most videos, for some reason. Buy it. Buy it, now. (And check out their blog [which, coincidentally also has the little web edit from Northern Embassy that I posted to the shop's bmx page on FB].)

6.12.10

Joy

I hadn't touched my camera in weeks until the other day. Now we have a couple days worth of lake effect on the ground (and still more falling) and I am ready for some outdoor adventures. I always wonder why it is that, despite winter being my least favorite season, I go on tons of adventures and probably take the most pictures when it's freezing out. Whatever the reason, I'm sure this winter will be no different.

This has nothing to do with BMX.



But it's definitely fucking awesome. (And you should definitely watch it full screen.)

A story.

**So, basically, I've been sitting around with some of these story things that I have, and I haven't really been doing anything with them. I'm sort of hoping that by periodically releasing parts of it, I'll actually push myself into getting more done on them/it. Let me know what you all think. Here's part one of one of them.**