Rabbit

A vid of friends, from near and far, (mostly) filmed in the year of the Rabbit (2011).

For Lack

 Last weekend:

This turned out well.

This did not.

I am bored.

Scrapple (Extended)

That whole jazz about trust is in the end. People are weird. I wouldn't trust any of you random mother fuckers if you came up to me on the street.



Scrapple. (Extended) from RV H-J on Vimeo.



Also, there was a dude walking around, asking for money, and trying to sell shirts he had painted... If you agreed to give him a buck or so, he'd stick his hip out toward you and have you put the money in his pocket. I think he just wanted to be touched.

The Heat is Upon Us

As summer is getting closer, and things are getting busier, inevitably, I'm getting slower about this. A few things:

-The shop is getting busy, which basically means ridiculous hours dealing with ridiculous people. It's Lynn, there's a lot of fucking weirdos and characters.

-27 is nothing like 22, 18, or 15. All of you kids have way too much energy to ride. I'm jealous.

-People are strange creatures, and, for some reason, will put quite a bit of trust in people they don't even know. (*Video explanation of this, later.)

More photos from the last couple of rides, after the break.

Busy as Bees

Well, the weather is finally starting to clear out the snow, here on the East Coast. This is good, so hopefully we'll be getting back in to more riding stuff in the near future.

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     While I wouldn't say that I've been lazy, exactly, I will say that Boston's "bad weather" beats the hell out of most of Michigan's springs. Clear skies and 40+ degree consecutive days scream riding in February.

Negatives:

- I'm sore as hell.
- Riding without friends is pretty lame.
- Just like Albion, I'm the best rider in town (technically I don't live in Boston proper, I live in a city that butts up against other cities that butt up against Boston). In my opinion, this is fairly disturbing. The local kids were impressed by my bunnyhop, which they called a "jump."
- Knowing that you're near the Dunkin' Donuts doesn't mean shit. *They're literally fucking everywhere. And that's the only way that I can explain how many of them there are; they've been fucking, and they have reproduced at a rate unparalleled by even the Chinese.

Positives:

- I've been coming up with quite a few ideas for shirts, and hopefully by next month we'll have one or two that can actually be touched and worn. *We chose a name already, but I think it's still hush, for now.
- I've heard people say "fahk you" on more than one occasion (and I wasn't even watching Family Guy).
- Getting lost has improved my sense of direction. *I've also found about a 7 million insane/interesting street spots. So be warned, if you visit, I expect you to go big, and we'll find whatever kind of riding suits you.
- ... ... Well, I guess that's it.

Also, I may be developing a slight case of the Boston accent. I don't know if this is good or bad.

At some point, I have tons of rolls of film to develop. And I will probably go out and shoot sometime this week, as well. So, hopefully, there will be good things in the future.

Boo.