Thirty Years of Pete

Peter Raffin taught me how to walk.  Not literally of course, my parents are to take credit for that.  More specifically, Peter showed me how take walk as a means of taking in every bit of the world around me.
As skaters, and Peter being one of the best I know, we almost always choose to travel by four urethane wheels rather than two legs.  The skateboard is clearly a faster and more enjoyable form of transportation.  But Peter would rather walk.  He traverses the urban landscape of downtown San Jose with speed and decisiveness equal to that of cold sap rolling down a tree trunk.  And just as the sap gathers little pieces of bark and other debris along its way, Peter absorbs the city of San Jose.   
He is that chipped piece of tile at the base of those stairs.  He is the hidden patch of graffiti behind that dumpster.  Peter is not a resident of San Jose, but an organic life form melded to the infrastructure of the city.
I leave my skateboard at home and take my steps a little slower sometimes because of Pete, listen to the voices of the pavement.

 

Hallohhhhh Well I am a Little Behind on Clogging

My current emotional disposition has left me fervently vexed.  I feel obligated to fill the month of October with as many Clog posts as humanly possible, being that it is my favorite time of year.  However I cannot for the life of me find a solid foothold to begin the arduous task of climbing this mountain of blogging.  I may as well start here, and after a few miscalculations perhaps I shall tumble right back to the base of the Everest sized pile of shit writing I have stacked up.



I want to see a show of hands from those hopeless souls, drifting throw the digital tundra of the internet, who are sick of watching the superhero car flip.  This gimmicky action device has been thoughtlessly thrown into several science fiction and action films.  Most recently the superhero car flip reared its hideous Medusa head in the the television series Stranger Things, a show that certainly should hold itself to higher standards.  I am boycotting this bollocks!

Instead of turning to cheap computer generated sludge this Halloween, watch something like Nosferatu, a vampire movie made during the silent film era that remains creepy as hell to this day.