Maybe you don’t like the raps. Maybe you think dude number one looks too much like J Casanova. Maybe you’re still stuck in that 1987 mentality and thinking, “I don’t think this stuff is for real.”
Whatever, get over it. These guys have been shuffling around Milwaukee for a while, so it was cool to see them get up here. (I have no clue how MTV Hive works. Perhaps anyone can just post up shit, and it’s all just user generated. I hope it’s a bit more selective than that. If you do know the ins and outs of the MTV Hive, please do not tell me. the less I know of that organization the better.)
Also, Check out that mean shopping scene with rapper #2. I know that place. I hang out in that place.
Nice product placement by the guys at MODA3. It’s the most legit shop around. if you’re ever in Milwaukee, you need to check it out.
Peaced out for the weekend. Sleeping outside and riding snowboards in a speed suit. Catch you MFers on Monday.
It seems that the possibility of snow is officially out of the forecast. Normally I don’t celebrate such a thing, but for the last two months it’s been cold and rainy. The kind of cold and rainy that threatens to turn to snow at any minute, but never does. And even if it did, it would be crap snow. You can’t ride snowboards. Riding bikes is uncomfortable and sloppy. It’s been all around gross weather.
But it seems it’s finally getting to be spring-ish, so I’ve been taking the bike out the last few days and putting in some warm-ups on the river trails. The good news is the the west side of the river is a million times better than it was last year. Don’t get me wrong, there are still the homeless hide-a-ways, thousands of pounds of scattered trash and some great places to shoot up, but it’s better than it was. The trails have been cleared of the the down trees and such, and there are some fun new elements going on over there. I even stumbled across this:
I stopped to check this thing out, and it’s rather wobbly. But that’s probably just my excuse to not hit it. In fact I’ve used that excuse before. In college.
Colby: Yo Rumorator, you gonna hit that?
RvR: Nah man, she looks just a little too wobbly.
Colby: Good point. Wait a minute…Why is Goose getting a piggy-back ride from her friend?
That actually sums up every weekend for several years of my life.
The east side of the river is getting super puss. It seems a lot of the fun stuff has gone on the Parks Department hit list. They’ve dumped stupid amounts of gravel and and wood chips, making it very hiker friendly and absolutely zero fun for bikes. The gentrification of nature. It’s also 25 percent swamped out between Hubbard Park and Hampton Ave.
As for the gear update. I replaced my Shimano XTR derailleur, which snapped off after a viscous bout with a log at Ray’s Mtn Bike Park. I also tossed on some Xpeddo Face Off XMX13 pedals. They’re rad. My shins will come to hate them. I’m sure of it.
Part Two: This record has got some Seoul
Part Three: Other Musics
The Beastie Boys are getting some major NPR talk time lately. I think this means I’m really too old.
And lastly I’m finally going to get to see Aesop Rock in concert. 10 years later.
You’ve probably already seen it. NBC is still running it, over and over. Mostly trying to cover Jay Leno’s gaping wound at 10pm. From 10-11 they just loop this commercial. Sometimes they even mix in the 1:30 extended version with the Helicopter. Proper snowboard video style.
But let’s cover what we know. Marty McFly is in it. He’s old, but he’s killing it becuase that’s what he does. Between maintaining a clean image in Hollywood (proper Canadadese style) and his elevation to messiah level on accout of Parkinsons ‘ over the past few years, he could have carried this entire ad. I don’t mean to come off as slighting his Parkinsons’, but he was ruling faces as Alex P. Keaton. never forget that. Stature deserved.
Then we’ve got Kim Cattrall who is technically a Brit. But we’ll let her slide because she was once in a movie about a giant spider invasion in Wisconsin. You don’t press that kind of CV.
Don’t forget the Orca’s on the prowl and Sarah McLachlan. That woman powered my libido more than anyone in the 1990s. Pretty rad, right? No. Not once you factor in that her Lilith Fair fiasco pretty much assured me that any broads I thought might be down were veering towards lesbian haircuts.
We’ve got Ryan Renolds oozing more manhood at :06 than anyone since the time Teddy Roosevelt was shot in Milwaukee. Seriously, I became a little jealous of Scarlett Johansson just then.
But after all that radness, we’ve got a couple of people who I do not recognize. I think one of them is a Tom Petty stand-in and the other is a mountie. Most likely. But if they needed to fill time why not get some of the more famous canadians.
*The corpse of Joseph-Armand Bombardier
*The Weakerthans ( but I would only recognize them in the Our Retired Explorer costumes)
Alright all you desk-jockeys, cubicle crusaders, and office park aficionados, it’s back to normal work weeks. That means it time to get back on your blog routine. It goes like this: work 1/2 a day, eat lunch, check blogs. You know this is true. Deal with it. Get down with today.
Item #1: Thrashin’
Spectre of the Brocken once told me to stay away from civil service dramas. I always took that advice lightly. Like when your health teacher told you nothing good ever comes of drug use. I thought it was just some old man kicking some ancient mindset at me.
Then last night I found myself sucked into some serious civil service junk. Shit had me hooked. and I didn’t even jump in until it was half over. But it was about skateboardering, so I’m predisposed to getting caught up. And Just so we are all on the same page, here is the synopsis to last night’s Cold Case episode, Hoodrats, direct from the CBS website:
The team re-opens the 1995 case of a skateboarding prodigy who lived on the streets.
The cold case team opens up a case of Nash Simpson, a skateboarding prodigy who went missing in the 1990’s. The team discovers the body of a John Doe in an abandoned warehouse and they were able to identify the body as Nash Simpson. The team now has some clues to work with in his disappearance case. They discover that Nash had made many friends, but also made many enemies after he ran away from New Jersey to Philadelphia. He was able to parlay his skateboarding skills into a career. He was able to obtain a sponsor and was on his way to becoming a star but fell in with the wrong crowd. Ultimately, one of Nash’s new junkie friends betrayed and killed him in order to score his next fix.
Now we’re going to go over a few points here.
No matter how many suburban white kids get skate decks they’re still going to get called hoodrats. Which is ridiculous because, it’s like Badu said, looking for cheese don’t make you a hoodrat. But hey, this is about cop dramas, and it’s best that CBS does whatever it can to maintain the tension between cops and kids with skate decks.
Up-and-coming street skater Nash (probably named after Nash skateboards) was killed because he could “skate a line” no one else could. That’s right, Nash could do a kickflip off some ghetto ramp set-up. Seriously a kickflip. I better watch my back because at the end of my skating days i was tossing down kickflips like a beast. A kickflip is the culinary equivalent of a tuna melt.
If they wanted to make this story realistic they should have focused more on Nash’s ability to skate the ghetto ramp. For real, that thing looked sketchy.
Lastly to calm the erves of all the Suburban parents unwinding before bed, the proven killer was not the white kid. No it was the pan-asian kid. Like it should surprise anyone that it was the minority character. However I do have to give CBS a big high five to putting zero effort into this show other than giving the pan-asian a flannel to button all the way up, to also remind white folks that Latinos kill people too. Especially white kids who are good at at things.
This show uses some visual element in which the characters are shown as themselves when the case went cold. It’s like a TV’s representation of a spank bank. In this case I’m guessing it went cold in 1991 based on the use of a track off Siamese Dream. Like any dude in a pair of Droors would have been pumping that album.
I was so pist no one ever used the term “thrash” or any variation of it.
Item #2: Wok-a-thon
Broder vR passed me a wok for christmas. I finally busted that shit out in style.
What you are looking at here is a mint chutney, tuna marsala samosas, stir-fried onions, peppers, zucchini and cashews, and garlic naan. My diet is amazing.
Speaking of samosas, I owe the recipe to the broad in this video: