The kid is alright...

Also known as the Alex Magellan post. I've known Alex's brother Nathan for several years now, and met Alex about 4 years ago. He was quiet, nice, shredding and wearing girl jeans. He's gotten bigger and stronger since then, but he still shreds...and has a desire to make shit look big and good. It was cold when I ran into the brothers Magellan tonight, but I shook off frost bite of the shutter pressing finger and got some of Alex ripping the hell out of the park.

I know...I know...no bikes. It even says so on the ground around it. But Alex is smoother than most of the skaters and the coping was spared.



"Nice to see you again, Stephen. What tricks are you working on so I can show you how they are done better and about 4 feet higher?"


People think I am nuts when I ice pick this thing...Alex footjams it like it was nothing...


This was the last picture I took. My finger was so cold at this point that I could not tell if I was pressing the button or not, so there were flashes going off all over the place. I know he will say that he can do this trick better, but fucksake, it looked good...


Special thank you to Mica for enduring the cold so that I could ride with Alex and talk shit with Nathan. She's the best girl.

Catalytic conversions gone horribly wrong...

My truck is sick. Apparently running it on empty constantly is bad for it or something. I actually knew this but when time is tight and you have to get kids places and get yourself to work...well...shit falls through the cracks. It's my fault and I am okay with that. Tomorrow will tell me how much blood I have to let to get this fixed. Not siked.

I have slacked on posting pictures. Badly. I think it has something to do with everything else being so difficult. Well, I finally got around to developing and resizing and all that. So here you go...

Kids in the yard means good weather paid a visit. The cold rolled back in today, but we had a small window of nice...




I saw this in the yard. It is Phoenix's old bike. My old T-1 bars are on it...the same bars I took to Austin with me over a year ago. It struck me that maybe they deserved a better fate. Maybe they deserved better than to be left outside. I dunno.


Bobby Fisher hosted a party last weekend, even though he was still a little sick. He had already bought the kegs, so the show had to go on. And it did. Mica even got gussied up!


The dogs wanted to go, but parties are for closers.


They happy couple prepares to get loose. She has no idea that Call of Duty 4 will destroy our relationship...


Under the weather, not the influence.


Corey and John are touching each others penis in this picture.


Bobby, for those that were not aware, used to be a pro for Standard Bikes. He even had a signature frame. He has two that were never put together...


Mica getting her party face on.


The next day, I tried to ride. Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, so I just took a couple of pictures of other people riding. Adam boosted and then his bike got stolen later that day.


Gingersnaps did a footjam on command. I am good with dogs, too!


Today, Corey took some last shots with his 30D. I did a 270-ish thing and he got a lot of my ass. Whatever. I'll take it.


My arm hurts now.

Anti-freeze, oil leaks, FM-200, blue and white wires...

Holy man...this week is already nuts...and it is one day old.

Mica's car blew a radiator hose, my truck is leaking oil like a professional oil leaking thing and apparently FM-200 releases 3 states away take down phone systems. I didn't even really get into the whole department swapping causing me to see blue and white wires in my waking dreams.

Party at Bobby's this past weekend. And I also ate a pile of shit trying to get nose-dive 360's on the hip. Ow.

I'll post up some pics tomorrow. It is time to lay down and figure out how to navigate tomorrow...

Classic rock invasion...but only the chorus...

Mica is breaking down...she is singing multiple classic rock songs, but she does not know all the words. Not even close. So I am being inundated with either the openings of songs or the chorus.

The clouds parted and the Sun warmed just a touch on Sunday...so we jumped on the opportunity to ride like a crow on roadkill. I gladly took some pictures because I wanted to shoot anything...and I did.

This is Ginger John. He is one of my favorite people to ride with at the park. He is young, salty as hell and has a good sense of humor.


Corey busted some moves. This table was the first offering, but the stem-hump was next damn level.



I don't really get too many pictures of myself because, as has been documented, I am usually taking the pictures. So, I wind up with lots of pictures of the bike that I ride.


Garrett got in a little trouble for wrecking his bike on purpose at daycare and saying "shit" over and again when he fell. So, no bike videos for a bit. I AM LOOKING AT YOU, BRIAN KACHINSKY.

Two-year-olds love Rick Ross.

My son has taken a shine to the Rick Ross song, "Everyday I'm Hustlin'" It's in the Chill Bro BMX video, which Garrett loves watching.

It goes something like this...


Anyways, we have a new president, and while I am sorely grateful that we have good, intelligent man at the helm, I lament that we will probably not be getting gems like this any longer...

"There's an old saying in Tennessee I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennessee that says, fool me once, shame on shame on you. Fool me you can't get fooled again."

I reckon I will take the trade off.

I took a picture of myself the other day and was interested to see how much I look like my father. I am pretty much totally estranged from my dad, but he did contribute to my existence, so I thank him for that.


This is certainly not the best picture of Garrett and I that I have taken, but it struck me as kinda funny.


I got some new wheels recently, and I took some pics that sort of involved them. The front was built by Tom at Empire and the back was built by Corey at his house. I love diversity. Someone asked me at the park today how much they weighed. I did not know, nor did I care. They look boss as shit, but they are harder than hell to get a tire on. It reminded me of wrestling with a Primo V-Monster and an Alex triple-wall. My thumbs hurt!

There's a war outside still raging and it isn't mine anymore to win...

I had typed up this big long blog about how shitty the attitudes of the BMX'ers in this town are and how maybe the scene here just wasn't ready for a skatepark...then my son melted down and and the browser got closed and the draft did not get saved. So no bitch session, because the clouds parted for a moment, the temperature went up and I got to fucking ride today. I learned a new trick (new for me) and had a good time with everyone. I guess I just need to roll with the punches and understand that if the skateboarding community wants us out of the park, we're gonna be gone and there isn't much I can do about it. I let myself get pissed off when I see the BMX guys acting like dumbasses and eventually it colors my whole experience. I don't have time to worry about this. I am just gonna ride and try to enjoy the experience as long I can.

I want to build a pump track. Trails are rad, but in my advanced age, a pump track might be more my speed. Maybe not. I think we can make such a thing, and I even think I know where to put it. Let's just say that recycling is all the rage.

I have to read one chapter in Western Civ by the 20th and 3 chapters in Poli Sci by Thursday. I like this. Much more interesting than my online Spanish class. No offense to Spain. It is a lovely country that I hope to visit one day. But taking a foreign language online is fairly torturous.

You know what? Lilly Allen has a third nipple, just like me. I bet we'd hit it off famously. *Waits for Mica to slap me*

Macworld announces that I hate winter.

Well, I do. Rain for days. And what happens when there is a break in the weather? I jump over the spine and land on my head/shoulder/elbow. I am trying to stay positive, though. 2008 presented some challenges. It started with a trip to Austin, TX and ended with some drama that I did my best to handle. 2009 has started out a little unsteady, but I am determined to make this a good year no matter what. One of the last snaps of 2008 involved me hanging out with Garrett, which is always a good time...



Nothing special, but it is moments like these that I rarely get to have a picture of, because I am usually on the hunt for pics of the kids. Granted, I took the picture, and Garrett seems like he has other ideas, but still...

So Winter is just hammering away at me and my sanity...


Corey is young and nonplussed by such things...


He can rock a massive wallride from flat, though. The sun was out but then went in and a crazy storm rolled up. The light went bye and thus some blur, along with my unwillingness to adjust the ISO...


So later that day Mica and I go to Java for some coffee. Her cup sucked but mine was delightful. You can't tell because Mica does not know how to operate my camera.


However, she looked very Obscura...so ready to be heartbroken...


Hapy New Year. Let's see how it does, right?