Shrike

Ask me how any times........

posted by jeremy on April 14, 2008

I have to hear this song on any given night.........

I dare thee, I do.

Also,

posted by jeremy on April 03, 2008

the lesson of my life, if anything, is this: Never....

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So I was talking shit....

posted by jeremy on April 03, 2008

on Rodney Mullen, the skater of great fame from days of old for just being flippy-flippy with his skating style..... And then a skater who stillllll skates and actually knows the current state of skating directed me to this....

I watched and learned and came back humbled and muttering and wheezing.....

"Motherfucker, Mullen is a god-fucking god."

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sometimes, i swear to fucking no-god i feel like saying, ok, fine, cool, nuke the middle fucking ass-fucked east.....

posted by jeremy on February 28, 2008

and thats horrible.

but yet.....

fuck israel, fuck palestine,

fuck iran, iraq, saudi arabia..... fuck syria, oman,

turkey and fuck yemen.... fuck em all. squabbling

treacherous evil ignorant goat-fuckers....

and then i remember... most of them are just innocent

civilians trying to make due while caught in a

shit-storm of historical cusp.... most of them mean well...

still, fuck their gods....

and fuck ours.

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I think about Dayton, Ohio....

posted by jeremy on February 25, 2008

& I think about this video... Memory Screen by Alien Workshop. It came out nearly 20 years ago now... I remember skating a couple of the demos where chunks of this were filmed... and I remember being there for the premiere.... & I remember being amazed....

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I spent ten years....

posted by jeremy on February 13, 2008

one-third of my goddam life... skateboarding.

& I still miss it. You never quite get over that freedom of movement once possessed.

This video... 'Fully Flared' by Girl Films reminds me of how so fuckin cutting-edge skating can be....

Like razors & whiskey, baby.

Just like that.

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There Will Be....

posted by jeremy on February 08, 2008

Blood.

A movie so measured and slow and yet utterly unpredictably violent. Punctuated by a score so abrupt and strange and sinister. Filmed, almost entirely, in shit-nothing scrubland and bleak-ass desert. Devoid of females. Devoid of Brotherly Love. Unceasing in its foward momentum, its premonitory hints at total pointless tragedy....

But so stylized, yes.

Grandiose, yes....

A love-labor so absent of love, of cinematic meaning and morals...

and that final cheap uplifting message so prominent in our modern American cinema....

That oft-told lie that it is, indeed, all going to be alright.

Verily, it lacked the proverb... Forgot the message.

A beautifully presented possibly-Korean dish of tender puppy meat, ultra spicy with a side of broken glass....

and no fucking fortune cookie to play it straight.

No wonder the critics are confused.

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There are only two cities left for me....

posted by jeremy on February 01, 2008

New Orleans & New York.

& somedays, after reading about some little girl getting shot by the cops in some kind of fucking cross-fire & having yet another friend jumped by a bunch of idiot bangers trying to rob enough money to buy some fucking Nikes & maybe a gram & some 40s...

& watching a pack of Guatemalan illegals do a shit job of rebuilding our city & yet still finding myself goddam dragged into sympathy because of the undeniable fact that absentee landlord fucks are criminally underpaying these same Guats while simu raising our rents to near NYC prices because they know we have no other choice, no other place to live...

No home like this one...

& then having to listen, yet ever again to some white trash Metairie chunk of wasted DNA tell me how it is with the niggers and the fags and the spics.... Oh & go Bush & praise Jesus too.

& some fucking bead-swaddled amateur of a tourist and his fat-ass wife wanna hear the gritty details of my Storm Story... Because I'm obviously idling in existence solely to entertain them.... & then they ask me why we all just didnt leave when we were supposed to....

Ask me why families who own no car, have no savings & live $4000 under the poverty level... They ask me why they didn't just rent a car, pack up the kids and head for a holiday in Austin?

& can I make them a hurricane, wait... Two hurricanes, please.

& then, a 21 yr-old un-weened child-student from Tulane, trashed on pop's CC, rants at me, rants verbatim unadulterated theory from his most recent poli-sci course...

Tells me how I should start paying attention to my immediate environment....

Tells me to wake up.

& all to the ambient noise of the City fucking us...

& the Feds fucking us....

& ultimately punctuated by the staccato bang-bang of us fucking ourselves....

These moments, I feel just like homeboy in 'The 25th hour'.

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Still hits hard.

posted by jeremy on December 24, 2007