Adieu hiver, la neige au revoir

Well, that about wraps it up for Winter here in Wisconsin. We’ve got a forecast putting us in the 40-50s all week with rain coming down and the snow just going away. Soon enough we’ll be putting away the shrad deck and pulling out skateboards. Flipping the Quelque Chose for the Ephemere, with maybe just a stop over at La Fin du Monde. Getting back on the bikes and such.

But first, we’ve got a least one more weekend to make it through before we can wrap up the winter. Devil’s Head Resort has it’s annual Picnic In the Park coming up thanks to the Red Bull ButterCup and a host of other sponsors through The Empire Collective. Sounds like there will be a pretty big crew up there, so if you like slush boarding and drinking your beer out of tall cans I  suggest you get yourself to Devils Head for the weekend.

Also in relatively rad news, it seems Joey Sexton is going to be in the house hyping up his new Stepchild deck, so that’s a plus. A moment of truth right here: I’m a fucking Joe Sexton fan-boy. No doubt the guy is like a million years younger than me and he’s from Minnesota but still you cannot doubt his radness. I once took a photo of him during the Vans Cup at Tahoe. End of story. Granted this won’t be as big as the time Hadar walked into the party I was at, not that she talked to me, but whatever, it’ll be a good time. Maybe I’ll give you a sticker if you come talk to me. I’ll be the one in the hover-round.

And just to calm everyone’s nerves, I suspect there’s only a 50% chance of a chairlift malfunction this weekend. But who really uses those lifts anyway?

I also got some serious shrad time in this past weekend. In Wisconsin we don’t get much in the way of Powder days so we’re really just waiting for the slush-slashing to start. And it was on in full-force this weekend. Nothing better than landing and hearing that “SPLOOSH” sound. Not that my board ever leaves the snow.

But what had me really stokering-out was the kids getting their shrad on out there. It was just two years ago that my homey Nate showed up to the Tyrol Basin Spring  Jam in a proper suit and some young snowthugs were busting on him. KNOW YOUR ROOTS. Hetzel, Duckboy, all the old-time shreds rocked a suit when it was appropriate. And like 15years later kids are already missing it. Thinking about how hard they gotta look because the shrad is no joke. Whatever kid. Snowboarding is redumbulous. Fuck around with it. ANYWAY I saw one dude ripping in a sport coat and another coming with a heavy perv under his trench coat. I’ve got mega respect for those kids.

Fuck. I think I have all my gear for next year figured out.

Book Clubbery,then more about snowboarding

I finally wrapped up Phillip Roth’s The Human Stain last night. I’ve been reading this book for roughly 19 months. But I gotta tell you, the first 300 pages are a struggle. Old dudes getting blowzers from younger, illiterate women, angry french intellectuals, a complete lack of homo-eroticism.

That’s no way to make a compelling book.

Also the New England card was played in this book. A Storyteller wants to give his story some sense of importance and have an excuse for them to drive Volvos and Saabs, so he sets his shit in New England. Hackwork. Like other places don’t have colleges and tree-lined streets? Imma lump this in with The Life Before Her Eyes and What Lies Beneath.

I think they also play the New England card so they don’t have to hire black actors.

If you want a story the needso be in  New England might I suggest Why The Devil Chose New England For His Work.

None-the-less I know I’m going to dive into more Phillip Roth in a few months.

On to the Shred topics

Torah Bright got a damn stamp in Austrailia.

I’m glad she got something for her pipe slaying at the Old-limp-dicks.  But what I can’t believe was the lack of  discussion about what Torah to put on the stamp. I mean this could have been bigger than the Fat Elvis stamp debacle. Can you imagine Aussies weighing in on Torah with the Old or New Smile

On the other hand the whole idea of a stamp for Australia seems a bit odd, especially when you can walk outside and just phone a friend with a crazy contraption that looks like a piece of wood on a string.

Am I right?

Good to see you got my back Paul Hogan.

Meanwhile I get this email:

“TUNE IN”

 Olympic Gold Medalist Shaun White Stars In “Shaun White Project X”

On FUEL TV Thursday, March 4, 2010

Airing Thursday, March 4, at 9:30pm ET/ 6:30pm PT, and re-airing several more times over the next month, FUEL TV will showcase “Insane Cinema: Shaun White Project X.

2006 Snowboarding Gold Medalist, Shaun White, trained for the 2010 Olympic Games at a secret 500-foot superpipe that Red Bull built for him in the backcountry of Silverton, Colorado. This is the place Shaun refined the skills that allowed him to win the first and third U.S. Snowboarding Grand Prix. This is the place Shaun learned the now infamous Double Cork 1080 and Cab Double Cork 1080, as well as laid the foundation for learning the game-changing Double McTwist 12. This is the place where Shaun worked tirelessly to mold himself into a 2010 Olympic Champion. Join FUEL TV in exploring Shaun’s hideaway superpipe and the incredible story behind it.

Insane Cinema: Shaun White Project X” Air Dates:

Thursday, 3/4/2010                                        9:30 PM ET/ 6:30 PM PT  

Saturday, 3/6/2010                                         9:00 PM ET / 6:00 PM PT

Saturday, 3/6/2010                                         12:00 AM ET / 9:00 PM PT

Shaun White surveys the terrain in Colorado.

 Shaun White in the pipe at Silverton.

 Shaun White learns one of his Double Cork combinations.

 Shaun White hits the foam pit.

 Shaun White looks down the pipe.

 About FUEL TV

FUEL TV is the action sports lifestyle network for skateboarding, snowboarding, surfing, BMX, freestyle-motocross, and wakeboarding. FUEL TV was launched July 1, 2003 and is seen in 30-million U.S. homes. To subscribe to FUEL TV, call 877-4-FUEL-TV. For program times and other information, visit www.fuel.tv.

For further press and marketing information, contact:

 My favorite part is when they tell you what we are going to see. Shit is like a story board “next we are going to see Sean looking down the pipe as the camera pans left. He looks pensive.” Basically what they are saying is it’s going to be like every shrad video in the past ten years. But why are they not mentioning the parts where we see:

a bald eagle in flight over a body of water

25 shots of a helicopter flying away

Sleds

Some skateboarding

Someone talking about their soul awaking on a mountian top?

Forget that last one. Sean Blanco doesn’t get near mountain tops.

Dance with me Wednesday

The choice has pretty much been made that I will be building a mountain bike this Spring. Personally I’m kind of looking forward to the challenge and the excuse to hang around bike shops more often.

So far I’m leaning towards a frame by Transition or Commencal. They appear to be legit bikes for the price. The Commencal seems like it could handle most of what Wisconsin could throw at it, but the Transistion seems a bit burlier. If you’ve got any insight into hardtail frames please let me know.

Most of the responses I got from people we pretty supportive. And a lot of people seem to think once you build a bike you never regret it. Apparently it’s like dating jewish girls, or buying a Mr. Bungle album.  You might not reference it everyday, but you cannot shake it.

Come to think of it Faith No More’s Angel Dust album was killer as well. Plus you couldn’t even fuck with that album cover in 1992.

And now that you dwelt on that please get this. It’s the kind of shit that makes the Olympics great:

The March Doldrums

We’re only 2 days into March, but it’s only been 9 days since I was last on the old shrad stick, and I’m already thinking about getting in a few last minute slush slashes and then getting en la bicicleta. Fuck blud, we ain’t ready to call it spring yet, are we? But here the big plan as of right now. There is a good chance I’ll change this shit up, but this is what I’m thinking:

I’m going to build up my own bike. I’ve never done this before  and I really have no understanding of how things like “tools” work, but I want to to give this a go. It won’t be anything too rigorous. A hardtail and I’m thinking 4-5 inches of travel up front.  Of course if I can find a slick deal on a built bike that will serve my needs I’ll probably go with that. I’ll try to blog the whole thing as well.

And since it’s nearly spring time I’m going to tip you off on the heated shit for the sunny time.

First off I can’t wear tees on account of my moobs, but if i could I would be all over this limited shit from the guys at The Hundreds and MODA3:

See how it looks like it’s all chalked up? That’s cool.

But if you are looking for something a little bit traditional in your wardrobe, might I suggest hitting up these dudes at Warby Parker. They would be 100% legitter if they hadn’t crapped up their name from some Jack Kerouac bit. But I guess they know Shira, so it can’t be all bad. Buy one of these beasts:

Also note the measurement on this rig is 3.7 furlongs. All those dudes in waistcoats just found their trousers fitting a bit tighter.

As someone with two wrecked eyes, Imma be holding out for the Pince Nez.

BUT, before we get to all that remember that springtime is the second best time to be shradding. Landings get soft, you don’t need to wear the puffy coats, and you can finally suck it up and start blasting those gaps to boards slides you’ve been thinking about.

I also suggest you take a look at Linn Haug, and stop asking whatever become of Anne-Flore Marxer.

Life in a post Olympic: day 1

 Can’t believe I wasn’t on this one sooner:

Lago vs. Riverwest

I’m going to give this one to Scotty.  You don’t flaunt a piece of metal like that in Riverwest. You trade that to some dude named Lester for a half a pack of Basics and 3 bottles of PBRs. 

Besides that girl isn’t even frumpy asian enough to be squatting in Riverwest.

Lago 1
Lagos 3
Riverwest 0

It’s pretty much like that in my house

Product Review: The Spanky-original sports hanky

I got The Spanky a few weeks ago. I was cruising by and someone just handed it to me. Initially I tried to turn it down but the guy passing them out said, ” Blud, it’s a goggle wipe and it’s free.” So I took it. Nevermind that fact that Burton has been putting these things on roach clips and giving them to me for free for ages, and I’ve still never used one. I just use the goggle sack or the microfiber cloth from my eye doctor. But after that convincing statement from Spanky-hander-outer I took one. A+ for the marketing skillz.

I tossed The Spanky in my bag and didn’t think much of it. It sat in there a few weeks until I found myself on a shrad adventure to the Wisco/Upper Penninsula boarder. I was hitting up some of the resorts around there. So I decided to give The Spanky a legit  test run.

I broke out The Spanky and discovered it’s not just a goggle wipe, but a trail map as well. BOOM! No need to grab a map at the ticket window. Here’s the catch. When you’re given a spanky for free, you don’t get to choose what trail map you get. I was rolling around Indianhead Mountain for about two and a half hours before I realized I was looking at a map of Red Mountain. No wonder I couldn’t find the lift to the summit.

The biggest problem with someone like me testing a goggle wipe is that I never fall. My shrad skills are unmatched. I don’t  fall and certainly never get over-heated and fogged. So after grabbing a more accurate trail map, and three bottles of Trois Pistoles The Spanky never made it out of my pocket. I do feel confident in backing The Spanky as a goggle wipe that will not weigh you down, or will it make your pocket puff out. The volume and wieght on this thing is perfect. Chances are you’ll forget you even have it on you.

But not me. I’m an amazing product reviewer and knew that I had to really put this wipe through a serious test. Luckily I was near Hurley Wisconsin and it’s famed Silver Street. Loaded with 25 bars  on one street, 6 strip clubs all on one block and with no cover  in sight. I figured I would find a place to use The Spanky.

Goggles off. Contacts out. Glasses on.

Unlike goggles, glasses get dirty just from being on your face. Coffee steam rolls up on them, That weird opium haze sticks to them, hair and eyelashes fall on them,  a deep fried corndog squirts on them, the sweat  and grease from the cleavage of a girl named Fantasy gets rubbed all over them. Glasses need Spankies.

The control glasses went everywear for this test. On strippers faces, up and down poles, in cleavage, g-strings, mouths, gin-and-tonics, and one girl even picked them up with her ass. Needless to say they were filthy. Between each element of the test the Spanky was busted out and successfully cleaned the lenses of sweat, glitter and that stripper smell.

Note: I would have had video, but it seems that kind of behavior is frowned upon in such establishments. That picture to the right–I suspect someone gave their life to get that image. The fact is, we had more people cheering on The Spanky than the dancing girls at certain points.

Then just to really test out The Spanky I ran the glasses through the same test again without cleaning between each stage. By the end the specs actually felt heavier, and no one was claiming the hair on the right lens. Still The Spanky prevailed. With a shot of lens cleaner and a short bath in boiling water upon returning home the glasses we as good as new. But every now and then, if i turn my head fast enough, I can still smell Hurley Wisconsin.

Shay’s Rumorator’s Honesty Box:

It’s a goggle wipe. It’s better than using your sleeve or a napkin. If you can grab one with a trail map for your mountain it’s probably a neat little thing to have, and it would cut down on the clutter in your pockets. I’ll probably keep using goggle sacks to clean goggles, but I’ve now got The Spanky with my glasses and have been using it to clean those on the regular. It was free so I use it.

A Nice Place For Waterwings and Cannonballs.

Maybe you cold motherfuckers forgot it’s Black History Month. Well there is no better way to celebrate than in your office cafeteria.  Check out this nugget of amazing menu from the Basking Ridge campus today.

Brace yourself:

Personally, I’m going to go home, sit on my couch and eat Ants on a Muthafuckin’ Log. That’s a nod to G.Washinton Carver right there. Then I’m going to make a list of all the black people I know and send them belated Happy Black History Month cards. And I’ll probably send them links to Yobeat. I’m also going to have to apologize for Elvis Presley. And If i thought this was a race thing, I would apologize for it, but in reality it’s just hackery.

 

Amber Lamps it is not.
However this IS Amber Lamps:

compliments of the FlawsyFiles

 Damn, I love internetery. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going go write a review for google wipes. Shayboarderism.

The Sobering Time

Things got a bit shaky this weekend. But not like collegey binge-drinking style. More like wake up have a drink never lose that slight buzz all day, this-is-what-it-must-have-been-like-in-the-early-sixties kind of feeling. But I also laid down three pretty good days on the shrad, hit up a VFW hall for a fish fry and $2 Coors, got Kraeusened to fuckall, and slept in a questionable hotel. In fact last week when asked what I was doing over the weekend, I honestly considered replying “Making poor life choices and getting bed bugs.” Christ, it never gets old.

At one point I also bought a rack of ribs for dinner, ate the left overs for breakfast, and what was left then I ate as lunch. Amazing.

I’ve also learned that A) Some people absolutely hate the Sound Grenade app for an eye-phone. B) When a man tells you not to go into a certain bar because they have a toothless monkey working in there, he is probably right. C) People in the upper peninsula of Michigan are not big fans of Obama. But I’m pretty sure they hate all kind of authority up there. Go figure.

In the end this video came out. I don’t care what that kid at the beginning says his name is, he’s looking a lot like el Rumoratero.

This One Goes Out To All The Catholic Girls…

I should have put this one up yesterday, but the olympics and a half-naked Chanelle Sladics got in the way. I’m coming up on this a day late, but it might work out for you. Maybe you have yet to decide what to give for lent. Well that’s where I come in. Check it:

C'mon pretty girl, it's time to give it up.

17 Great Things for Cafflicks to Give up For Lent

  • Chocolate
  • Red meat
  • All meat
  • Taking the elevator
  • Sacrificing protestant children
  • Milking the “look how cute I am in my school uniform” routine
  • Tipping
  • Coffee
  • Smoking
  • Your faith in god
  • That ass
  • Trying to please your grandmother
  • Letting the Heebrish act like they own guilt.
  • Taco Dip
  • Acting like you don’t like CSI: Miami
  • Pretending you don’t need to wax that upper lip.
  • Your purse
  • Your hopes and dreams.

OR if you need something more to read, check out my Olympic story for Yobeat.