Inspired Bicycles - Danny MacAskill April 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Monday, July 7, 2008
A Tribute to George
A Message by George Carlin
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.
We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly,
laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.
We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space, but not inner space.
We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...
Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe,
because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
- George Carlin
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.
We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly,
laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.
We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space, but not inner space.
We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...
Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe,
because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
- George Carlin
Thursday, July 3, 2008
DTS Video Part
I recently discovered this little gem that somebody posted up on You Tube. Ha! It's my short part from the Dogtown video in 1991. I really missed those years of skating the ramps at Studio 43!
Monday, June 30, 2008
Lance Mountain and The Fountain of Youth
We took it out to the Oregon coast yesterday morning to check out the second to last stop of Independent Truck Co's "30th Anniversary" US tour at Lincoln City. On hand, were plenty of kids, up and coming rippers and skate legends. I skated a bit and shot a couple of photos. This one below was my favorite of the day. Lance Mountain, back on Indy after a truck sponsor detour for a couple of years, blasting out of the mammoth-sized snakerun bowl...so proper, so classic. At 44 years of age Lance delivered the goods and left many of us in the crowd inspired and stoked. Stoked to be skateboarders.
Lance Mountain blasts a head high backside air.
Lance Mountain blasts a head high backside air.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
The Ten Year Old Puppy
I can't believe that Juneau has been in my life for ten years now and has recently reached his "golden years". Sure, his face has been grey since the age of two due to his high-strung character and incessant playfulness, but over the more recent years that signature grey has marched onward down his legs, chest and paws. Nonetheless, the little guy remains tenacious as a puppy and lives his life to the fullest. His strong personality, charm and "ready to play at a moment's notice" attitude brings me joy each day. Dogs rule...especially this ten year old friend of mine that goes by the name of Juneau.
Look for a compilation of assorted video clips with him in the coming week.
Juneau at ten weeks old.
The Junes and I share a Kodak moment together in 1998.
Nap time.
Nothing tastes as good as peanut butter in the Kong.
Halloween 1999
King of the castle.
My favorite portrait of Juneau. October 1999
Nap time again.
Flanked by his own electronic awesomeness.
Undeterred by size.
Tahoe trip - March 2004.
Kickin' it with Charlie - June 2005
Dog day at the ballpark.
Sailor boy!
J-man loves his brew...
and camping too!
The Scrooge at Christmas.
Grandma's sentry.
Riding shotgun.
Checking out the neighborhood
Under the covers you'll find him.
Ready for the jamboree.
Bush hater.
Look for a compilation of assorted video clips with him in the coming week.
Juneau at ten weeks old.
The Junes and I share a Kodak moment together in 1998.
Nap time.
Nothing tastes as good as peanut butter in the Kong.
Halloween 1999
King of the castle.
My favorite portrait of Juneau. October 1999
Nap time again.
Flanked by his own electronic awesomeness.
Undeterred by size.
Tahoe trip - March 2004.
Kickin' it with Charlie - June 2005
Dog day at the ballpark.
Sailor boy!
J-man loves his brew...
and camping too!
The Scrooge at Christmas.
Grandma's sentry.
Riding shotgun.
Checking out the neighborhood
Under the covers you'll find him.
Ready for the jamboree.
Bush hater.Saturday, June 7, 2008
Combing the Vegas Boneyard
This past week we paid a quick two-day visit to Sin City for some business and pleasure. Las Vegas never ceases to amaze with its rapid growth and sea of sprawling buildings and casinos along the desert floor. One morning before the heat index began to climb, we took it upon ourselves to visit the The Boneyard operated by the Neon Museum with select guided tours. This lesser known area north of the strip is the resting place of Vegas' numerous renowned and most important signs from Casinos from the past and present. Most of them have been rescued from demolition and remain displayed unrestored and faded on the dirt of the Boneyard.
Beginning in the fall of 2009, The Neon Museum will open the Boneyard for regular hours to the public at its new location with the restoration of the original La Concha Motel as its welcome center. Surely the up close and personal vibe of the guided tours will be lost. Have a look below at some of these giant artifacts that enticed and illuminated the streets of Vegas in years past.
The La Concha Motel's original neon sign sits and waits to be resurrected.
The tour of the Boneyard begins through these chained gates. Our small, yet large group moves on in.
The Ceasars casino of today has evolved well beyond this marquee.
Donna keeps up with the tour theme.
Liberace's signature marquee has surely seen better times.
Got any spare bulbs partner?
Binion's Horseshoe is one of the famous signs that will be restored.
Our guide Justin informs our group of the lore of the original letters of the Stardust casino.
Although it will cost close to a half million dollars, the signs of the Silver Slipper will be restored.
The Golden Nugget sign has seen better days.
Megawatts.
I stand beside the retired skull of Treasure Island pointing to Vegas' ongoing problem.
The oldest sign of the collection was built in the 20s. Donna and I clutch amongst the monoliths of metal and glass.
Inside of this fence sits a bunch of rusted signs and artifacts from Las Vegas' past and its rather short heritage.
Beginning in the fall of 2009, The Neon Museum will open the Boneyard for regular hours to the public at its new location with the restoration of the original La Concha Motel as its welcome center. Surely the up close and personal vibe of the guided tours will be lost. Have a look below at some of these giant artifacts that enticed and illuminated the streets of Vegas in years past.
The La Concha Motel's original neon sign sits and waits to be resurrected.
The tour of the Boneyard begins through these chained gates. Our small, yet large group moves on in.
The Ceasars casino of today has evolved well beyond this marquee.
Donna keeps up with the tour theme.
Liberace's signature marquee has surely seen better times.
Got any spare bulbs partner?
Binion's Horseshoe is one of the famous signs that will be restored.
Our guide Justin informs our group of the lore of the original letters of the Stardust casino.
Although it will cost close to a half million dollars, the signs of the Silver Slipper will be restored.
The Golden Nugget sign has seen better days.
Megawatts.
I stand beside the retired skull of Treasure Island pointing to Vegas' ongoing problem.
The oldest sign of the collection was built in the 20s. Donna and I clutch amongst the monoliths of metal and glass.
Inside of this fence sits a bunch of rusted signs and artifacts from Las Vegas' past and its rather short heritage.
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