This is the best.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
I have to go to the dentist tomorrow.
No biggy. I can handle that.
But today, when I was reminded of my appointment, my first reaction was, “I have to shave this thing off. Now.”
What kind of a man would I be if I followed that kind of thinking? (No need to answer that question.)
But let this serve as a sort of mini announcement: I’ll at least wait until after my dentist appointment to get rid of it. Yes, you read me right. I’m thinking about ending my moustache raising experiment.
As I’ve mentioned, as long as I don’t look in a mirror I can get through my days without too much self-shaming. And that’s the approach I’ve adopted at this point in the ’stache research. No lookie.
This works fine for shitty sunglasses (Since I’m behind them, they don’t look bad to me.), but I’m starting to feel badly for all those who have to see me regularly. Not very badly. Just a little badly.
Also, I’m sick of taking photos of my face and sick of posting them on this blog.
I’ll let you know how the dentist goes and then we’ll start working on how I’m going to get out of this little jam I’ve gotten myself into.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Nothing to report really, just some observations.
You know when you get a new (to you) car? Or when you’re first thinking about shopping for a particular vehicle? Good times, right?
Well, during these rare moments you might have found yourself inner dialoging. Something along the lines of, “The Buick LeSabre is the car for me. I think I’ll go for the 1999 model.”
And at that fateful Excalibur moment, you open your eyes a little wider, start looking around, and — lo and behold — all you see are 1999 Buick LeSabres.
“Hey, I didn’t know they made them in maroon!” Or, “That one’s seen better days.” Or, “Oh, man! Spoked hubcaps? That’s a nice option!” And the next thing you know you’re the proud owner of your own LeSabre.
By the way … did you know that LeSabre really means The Sabre?
Anyway, as so often happens when you purchase a new (to you) LeSabre, you might start waving at the other LeSabre owners and giving them affirmative nods and raising your eyebrows at them as you meet on the streets. Hell, you might even park by that other LeSabre at the grocery store just because there’s an open spot next to it.
Okay — to make a long story long — I’m not saying my moustache is on the level of breathtaking amazingness that the 1999 Buick LeSabre occupies. Far from it. But I have noticed that a moustache can produce an eye-opening phenomenon similar to the one a new (to you) automobile generates.
In the act of toting this ’stache around these last few weeks, I’ve seen the best and worst of hairy upper lips that the world has to offer. Giant noble works of art and wimpy starter kits. I’ve seen mangy, scrappy, patchy, and I’ve seen full-blown, well-maintained, major-league epicness.
I’ve even gotten some head nods and some raised eyebrows.
Yeah, it’s all been super interesting. I’m sure you agree.
But to tell you the god’s honest truth, I’m beyond all that.
Now I'm keeping my eyes peeled for a rare sociable wave from the driver of a pristine LeSabre ... one that, upon closer examination, is being delivered by a walrus-y Wilford Brimley kind of person.
Yeah. Some of that when-worlds-collide type shit.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Again with the coffee.
Made it to the premiere of Nike SB's video Nothing But The Truth. They held it at the Kodak theater in Hollywood.
Yeah, the place where the Academy Awards are every year.
Very big deal.
Lots of popcorn, too.
They replaced the movie star portraits with shots of the NIke SB skaters. Here's Skateboard Mag photog and Sacto's own Jeff Landi pointing at another of Sacto's own ... Stefan Janoski.
They'll make fun of each other about this later.
The place was like a very big church, and the crowd assembled was as respectful as if they were at a wedding.
It was strange.
Usually these premiers are screaming and yelling matches and the place gets torn apart. Not this time, though. I think everyone was all freaked out.
Nothing But The Truth is amazing, though.
Very different, very out there, and one step of many that skateboarding should continue taking in order to keep ahead of the bean counters and demographers.
Let the haters hate.
Skateboarding needs to stay weird.
Friday, October 12, 2007
That's what I'm doing right now.
Went and saw stuff and did stuff last week.
Had a Macrobiotic lunch with friends.
Then an impromtu visit with my favorite skater/
filmmakers Charno and Buddy. They've got a new sopt and a new name — Six Stair. That's Noah in the middle.
Then down the block to Canter's with Pat and Adeline for some pickles and fries.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Sorry for the lack of moustache updates.
No, wait. I’m not sorry.
I’m out of town right now. Out in la la land for some skateboarding stuff — the premiere of the Nike video and the Goofy vs. Regular contest at the Etnies skatepark. And because the airlines didn’t charge me extra, I brought my moustache along with me.
I caught a cold on the plane. At least that’s what I’ve convinced myself of. There was a point where I had that overhead fan blowing on my face and there were people around me, just coughing and breathing into the ambient air. I didn’t really notice it at first, but then I had this grand realization. The fan was pushing all kinds of gross atmosphere — recirculated from the inside of the flying tube and tainted with the sneezes and farts and breath of all these sorry fuckers — right into my mouth.
“Shit. I’m gonna get sick.” I thought.
So I got up and went to the bathroom and washed my face and hands in the hopes of killing some of the germs that had attached themselves to me. And while I was in there I caught a glimpse of myself. Actually, I didn’t see myself at all. I saw my moustache.
I’d totally forgotten about it.
Then through some mixture of false hope and panic I made a jump in logic wherein my moustache was protecting me from all the microbes and cooties, like some broom-like filter, sweeping away the sickness and viral contaminants.
Yeah. That’s it.
I’m here to tell you that it doesn’t work that way. Not for (two thumbs pointing back at me) this guy. This un-sorry, sniffling, hacking, guy with a moustache.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Kevin, his moustache, and his hammer have been building somethin' in his backyard. On a recent visit to his lovely home, the accomplishment and excitement of what is yet to come was oozing from both Kev and Miles. Looks like this whole moustache thing has been producing some real results for number Seven. Way to be.
Monday, October 01, 2007
Straight trippin' boo.