Friday, January 6, 2012


Why Man Creates is a 1968 animated short documentary film which discusses the nature of creativity. It was written by Saul Bass and Mayo Simon, and directed by Saul and Elaine Bass.
The movie won the Academy Award for Documentary Short Subject. An abbreviated version of it ran on the first-ever broadcast of CBS' 60 Minutes, on September 24, 1968.
Why Man Creates focuses on the creative process and the different approaches taken to that process. It is divided into eight sections: The Edifice, Fooling Around, The Process, Judgment, A Parable, Digression, The Search, and The Mark.
- wikipedia

Studio Color Theories

Official Autumn Week on the web. Supported my local (online) skate shop. Fastest web delivery ever! Keeping the dream alive one t shirt purchase at a time. Hopefully Dave will make enough product to hold me over til' Spring.

Cute knitwear out of Brooklyn! Textilewise. Gameboy dreamy.


Thursday, January 5, 2012


100 years in 10 minutes. Incase you didn't get to live through the last 100 years or was able to look at every major headline the last two and a half generations.. Here is another chance to revisit the past through the interwebs. I dig history. What I don't dig is how much war and devastation people bring onto each other. The agent of a bad trip. I probably wouldn't watch this on psychedelics.

Speaking of agents of bummer, reading "Empire of the Summer Moon" by S.C.Gwynne. Almost done with the book. And I hardly ever finish books because often times I lose interest or forget I'm reading them. This book is focused on the Comanche Nation of the Great Plains. It showcases the lives and dynamics of war chiefs, white settlers, and the soldiers that populated the American West. The Comanches were not only exceptionally skilled horsemen, but they were also exceptionally brutal when it came to ritualistic scalpings and post-battle mutilation practices. For four decades they were responsible for delaying the government's plan of westward expansion. The author never fails to paint a vivid moment of this tumultuous time by using actual detailed accounts ( or historic translations ) from all sides. How such an infamous culture of warriors and chiefs that once struck fear into the hearts of those who would risk their lives to explore Indian territory, got chalked up to Pendleton blankets and movies like Dances with Wolves is beyond me. The repeated betrayals of the U.S. government to the Natives Americans of this country with all the bullshit treaties, undelivered provisions, and ultimatums were just so clearly unjust and criminal, that it is actually fucking depressing to remember that America was forged by a bunch of heartless, greedy, "God fearing" exploiters.

But the story isn't just one about sadness and violence, it does manage to relive the better, more beautiful moments of America's heartland at least for a few sweeping pages throughout. Of course if historical accounts are not your thing you'll probably just end up looking at the 6 black and white photos this book has to offer.

" By this time, thousands of mounted warriors could be seen concentrating and forming themselves into a wedge-shaped mass, the edge of the wedge pointing toward us. In this sort of mass formation, with all their war paraphernalia, their horses striped with war paint, the riders bedecked with war bonnets and their faces painted red, came charging in full speed toward our columns...
When within a mile of the head of our procession, the wedge, without hitch or break, quickly threw itself into the shape of a huge ring or wheel without hub or spokes, whose rim consisted of five distinct lines of these wild, untutored, yet inimitable horsemen. This ring, winding around and around with the regularity and precision of fresh-oiled machinery, approached nearer and nearer to us with every revolution. Reaching within a hundred yards of us at breakneck speed, the giant wheel or ring ceased to turn and suddenly came to a standstill."

This maneuver was enormously impressive to the white people, not least because it amounted to a test of faith. The giant, spinning wheels-within-wheels formation was a trademark of plains warfare, and the sight of it whirling ever closer would have been eerily familiar to the soldiers who sat their horses in that long parade line. There was also a hint of sadness in all of the martial pomp and circumstance, and many who were there sensed it. The very purpose of the council was to end once and for all this sort of behavior, or to render it meaningless and ceremonial. Such an exhibition, indeed would be witnessed only a few more times before it passed forever into myth and history and phonied-up in traveling shows like Buffalo Bill's.
-Empire of the Summer Moon

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Angel faces at the Whitman Busenitz' household. Julia orchestrated an awesome home cooked meal!

Rune kindly showed me his Thomas the train set up. So cute.

I've been terrified of lounging in their custom built ( Dennis built it ) oversized hammock that covers the ceiling of their living room. But that night I finally got in and Rune did a couple of somersaults into me. So epic.

Trader Sam's Bar on Geary. It should be noted that this bar serves tiki drinks in large chip bowls with colored straws that awkwardly lay flat in the bowl as you drink them. It's almost like serving alcohol in a dog bowl. Richmond district bar, sadly it is one of the nearest bars to my mom's house. This dude is sleepy.

God dammit I love Asqew Grill on Haight. The Cilantro chicken on mashed potatoes is my jam! I love it I love it I love it. I wanna marry it.

New little dead end spot at the end of Haight. Skated some flat ground here and a curb ( not shown ). These ledges are too high for me now. Curbs only! Now I can watch dudes do like no big deal nollie crooks on these things and just think about how bad I suck now. +wah+

This is what you look like on your cell phone in a dark bar. Ha! The homie Sarah.

I made them take pictures with my new Amoeba purchases. Yes. One person still buys cd's and that's me. Super hyped to support Amoeba!

Fuckin' Lomax in the mix. Shit, Kentucky to SF ( 10 years deep ) represent! This dude was at the Haight street spot the whole time I was there and we didn't even know it.

Ray Potes at Beauty Bar. Epic image maker, duh.

Garrett and Zoobers? Shit I forgot his name. Zeus?Z. Something. Shit sorry. Bad with names. At Delirium of course. This fuckin' place is like a vortex. I back Sunday nights though- hip hop night. It got overtaken by a gang of break dancing, popping and locking Filipinos and Kahim. So tight.

It must be so kooky to take pictures of trash on the street. Anyway- this is what SF is to me. Discarded beer cans and 40's on the street. Sad brown bags and just an overall sense of youthful alcoholics with a littering problem. Everytime I go back to San Francisco I always get weird encounters where people LOVE to claim being from San Francisco, which is totally fine if you are from San Francisco. But then I'll get all hyped and ask them questions like "Where'd you go to high school" in a curious way, not in a shitty way- cause you might know someone I know and that's always fun to figure out.

Case in point, this young asian dude in a beanie was screaming on 16th and Valencia he was from SF and that he didn't give a fuck about anything. So I asked him as we paralleled each other on the street, " Rad! Where'd you go to high school?" He paused during his brazen drunken proclamation and said "Westmoore". I stopped walking and pointed out as we got on the sidewalk, "I don't think that's in San Francisco." He admitted it wasn't ( Because I think that's in Daly City ) and he got all butt hurt like I was trying to call him out. Which I wasn't trying to but he ended up making himself look like a 'tard. Why must people insist on making public their own bullshit? You don't catch me yelling drunk on the streets of New York that I'm from New York. You just don't do that kind of kooky ass shit. But somehow in San Francisco people love doing it. I guess it's easy to think you're a ruler of the land when you freely drink 40's on the streets, kick over trash cans, and haunt dolores park after hours. Maybe that's actually what it means to be from San Francisco to outsiders. Being a professional derel(ict)?

Looking up lien's name on google. Sickest google name image result for a human. Gray aliens.

Garrett checking ids. One of the first people I ever met skating at 13 years old. "Time flies" is an understatement.

Dudeface of a guy who just spent 6 months in Central America lurking via cargo ships on narcotic trafficked seas.


Too lazy to change the camera setting. Garrett's face is inhumanly bright. Ran into Chef Pierre at Ocean Beach before noon. So random! So epic. We did not find Pierre eating crabs by the ocean. Between these two dudes surf talk radio for real. I think Pierre's been surfing for decades on decades. Who else would have "dazed and confused" tatted right over his adam's apple? local legend status.

Met up with Dave Chami and Sam. Had some non alcoholic hot totties outside of Outlanders in the sunset. The outer Sunset has come up in the "weekend brunching" ranks. Newer retail stores, coffee shops, Williamsburgy restaurants, and of course the staple Indian Buffet and 7-11.

Sf Tatted. You know..!

Brett Land and Gabrielle sighting! New York in San Francisco. It's happening.

Autumn Lifestyle sales rep

Wait.. I know this dude! Just kidding. It's Matt with his Bud Light hat.

What California looks like to New Yorkers. -Via Quartersnacks! About time someone took the time to set the record straight.


Tuesday, January 3, 2012


If you haven't started watching Portlandia, then at least watch this. I'm not against all bikers, just the ones that give me shit for riding my board in the bike lane.


A sad day has come. Actually it came and it went Monday. The official closing of Autumn skate shop in the East Village. Autumn Dave returned the keys to the landlords, and so an era has officially come to a (temporary) end. I say temporary because Dave is supposed to open back up come Springtime. And I hope he reopens with unmistakable Autumn flare. Having used to work at Autumn for two years, by far, it was one of the raddest work/lurk experiences. If you want to call working at a skateshop "work" I guess. Especially since Autumn is ( at least online it still exists ) one of the best skate shops out there. Aside from cleaning up after groups of both middle aged men and pre adolescent boys' and their discarded mountain dew cans and oily paper 99 cent pizza plates, having to throw together completes for both capable skateboarders and tourists alike, the shop could get pretty busy during the warmer months. Having one worker at the shop, allowed for a lot of genuine interactions with those that would frequent Autumn regularly or those that would stop in from out of town looking to camp out at the Autumn Bowl. It was also the same allowance of time and space that could equally cement my own dislike for certain individuals as well. Kooks is what I think people call them.

There was a strange charm that lurked between the walnut stained shelves and exposed brick. Autumn would systematically undergo visible changes when (Hurricane) Dave would decide to rip out fixtures and remake them on a moments notice. The creative energy of Dave and has ability to cleverly humorize ( not sure if that's a word ) many a situation has resulted in the decade long string of iconic Autumn t shirts that followers of the shop seek out. Whether it was last minute collaboration pop up shop with Quiksilver on Mulberry St. where Dave decided to mimic an aesthetic of a literal "ripping out the shop walls of the E9th location" and placing them in a pristinely white walled gallery, Autumn's creative sensibility has always reflected one of both thoughtfulness and lightheartedness.

UPDATE: Brett Land's confirmed, hand penned, web of awesome. Just another day at the shop November 2009

And maybe that's what makes Autumn different from so many shops and even companies that exist in skateboarding. The fact that the shop never seemed to have a real plan to "kill it" or make a shitload of money was reflected in a widely held belief that most of everybody who had been skating for more than two or three years in the East Village was flow for Autumn. I even had experiences working at the shop where somebody would come in, name drop somebody that worked at the shop years prior, and expect a discount. Fucking kooks. The nonchalant, non serious attitude also applied to the infamous Autumn Bowl, where random shows, contests, and all around 24 hour "key holder" seshes would happen in a seedy Greenpoint warehouse space. And like everything else in this town, the rent increases got out of control. So after a notable run, despite years of barely keeping the place together with a vulnerable paying key holder list, the bowl was finished.

And as for individuals that might comment on message boards about how Autumn had workers with attitude, either Brengar somehow snuck behind the counter to log in to facebook, you were probably trying to ask for a discount, or you were just kind of blowing it. Basically, If anyone ever thought Autumn carried an attitude, they obviously didn't go to skate shops in the 90's. And if that's the case, somebody should transport you to the 90's to punish your softness.

Plagued by a sore economy, harsh winter months of declining sales, and a penchant for hooking people up, it is no wonder how hard it can be to keep a small skate shop open in a place like New York City's East Village. The seemingly sudden demise of Autumn has caught a lot of people off guard. Sometimes we all can take things for granted as it is easy to get used to things, but in these weird times, it's important to not forget the little businesses that give communities the character people so often overlook. Anyway, I'm not going to get my Autumn namesake tattoo just yet. I'm still holding out for it's revival in the Spring.

For now here is a link to the newly redone Autumn webstore that will undoubtedly help out the shop get back on it's feet in the Spring.



written by Galen DeKemper

Sunday, January 1, 2012


Been on a holiday vacay back in SF. The ten days have flown by! And updates have been less compulsive due to my urge to not be on a computer. Stopped by The Popular Workshop in San Francisco. One of the owners, Nate Hooper aka the homie, showed me around this Tenderloin art gallery slash creative space.

The grizzly insides.

We trippy mane! Video projections. I want a permanent video projection in my room.

Sorry Nate- this photo is too funny!

Hand drawn ginormous piece by way of graphite pencil.

Graphite strokage


A flyer from their opening show "Degausser" by Hunter Longe.