Having Withdrawals

Muscle aches, nausea, vomiting, tremors, insomnia... all tell tale signs of heavy Redlands withdrawal. Each night for the past week I have woken up in a cold sweat, somewhat out of breathe, and not completely sure why I am sleeping in my own room and not the spare bedroom at Austin's. My alarm then proceeds to scream incessantly at me while I struggle to free myself from the boa constrictor-esque grip of my blankets. In the end all of this unfortunately turns out to be quite real, and before I know it I am churning out lattes and warming up scones.

Quitting Redlands cold turkey is notoriously hard to do, which is why I am lucky enough to have a few poorly filmed clips of skateboarding and mayhem to ease the process. After reminiscing on the good times spent down South a week ago, I edited the footage to an obscure Tom Waits song and slapped it onto the Clog. Enjoy this little cinematographic chestnut while I cry myself to sleep.

Coming down Hard

After vacationing in Redlands it is damn near impossible to grasp reality and cope with the drudgery of everyday life. The sobering effects of work and responsibility strike within hours of entering San Jose. This is alright however, because they make one appreciate the vacation moments even more. I have bookended my summer with Redlands trips and therefore have decided to unearth some photos of the first journey. I would include some from this most recent trip, but due to lack of camera, I have none. Don't be too jealous.

Get in and let's roll.

We looked at the water but left shortly after.

Steven is a gracious host. He made us tea and with a view.

This chick decided to take her landscaping into her own hands.

Hanger 24 may have stole my heart, due in part to the fact that its a brewery.

We spend a night with this guy.

Daryl is a fan of sleep, be it the car or a bed.

And her we have the drudgery of work and responsibility.

A.B has the Blues

The Meth Lab has almost nothing to do with actually smoking meth. We only draw a comparison to the consumption of this drug out of warped comic relief, and the the lofty theory that hanging around and/or skating with me somewhat resembles tweaking out. in the case of Aron Brown, I can only assume he neither runs a meth lab nor smokes the byproduct of one such facility. None of this of course matter because it is all safely confined within the digital walls of The Clog.

Walk up to yo Door

While browsing the endless landscape of digital dung strewn about my various hard drives, I found a little teaser for S.A.F. I am pretty sure no one has ever seen it, or the full length S.A.F video for that matter. It has been several long arduous moons since my last Clogging, so I figured this would be a good way to kick start a summer surely filled with insanity.

Welcoming in the Week

"Mondays with Lane and Kevin" was intended to be its own stand alone collaboration blog. Every Monday for a good month or so Lane and I could be found lounging around on his mom's balcony, listening to music, sipping on Sierra Nevada, and calling over anyone who either didn't have a job or didn't have work on that particular day. Fun times almost always ensued. These days Lane is landlocked in his Berkeley bachelor pad and I no longer have this sacred day off, so things are a little different on Mondays. The depressing truth is that "Mondays with Lane and Kevin" may never come to fruition, and even more depressing, Lane and I may never spend an entire monday dicking around on his mom's balcony. So this post is dedicated to the memory of Mondays past.

The beer run is always a promising start to a successful monday.

Paper bags are no longer reserved for drinking beer in public places.

Lane looks good in a tie, regardless of whether or not he knows how to tie one.

Beats are always in full effect.

Frank the godfather.

Its always just a matter of time before Lane cooks bacon.

And then they blew it.

Nothing like getting some ink to ease the pain of a Giants loss. Luckily Rick wasn't around every Monday back then or else we would have full sleeves.

These two vixens showed up to watch the madness unfold.

Lane was up next.

"I swear to God that you're going to get a tattoo if I do!"

I have always loved Rick, but on this particular Monday, he showed just what a Legend he truly is.

And somewhere in Monterey Jonathan wonders,"what the hell is wrong with you people?"

Potential Preview

The "Mondays with Lane and Kevin" post is long overdue, and nothing about that is going to change tonight. I can only offer a small glimpse into this strange world by posting a pair of cryptic photographs.

Beams of light and bacon smoke.

Do or die Wilson. It is crunch time children.

4 20 in Grass Valley

Jesse and I travelled a few hours up north to help my dear ol' grandparents move from Grass Valley to San Jose. Between lifting cabinets and harassing our friends over the phone the Bone Man and I were able to squeeze in some skateboarding time.