I have been skating almost everyday at The Berrics.  I pride myself on knowing a little bit about a lot of things.  But really the only two things I know are skateboarding and architecture.  They are the only two things that I have (thus far) devoted my life to.  Especially skateboarding.  I can’t really remember a life before it.  I got my first skateboard in like 1980.  I got serious about it in 1987, and I doubt a day has gone by since that skateboarding didn’t enter my thoughts.  It is who I am.  Most of my long-term friends are from skateboarding.  My outlook on life comes from skateboarding.  My love of subculture comes from growing up in the best one ever. Even though the actual activity of skateboarding has been sporadic for the last decade, I don’t think I ever really considered “quitting” skateboarding.  I don’t think I can even imagine that.

That being said, skateboarding is a lot harder at 35 years of age and 170 pounds of flesh than it was at 20 and 155.  But it is still as fun as ever.  And the people are still awesome.  Being at The Berrics a lot allows me to watch the people I grew up skating with and/or admiring on a regular basis.  It makes me incredibly happy to watch Kenny Anderson, Mike Carroll, Steve Berra, Eric Koston and Guy Mariano skate fairly regularly; all guys (whether they know it or not) who influenced me in skateboarding, and therefore in life.  It’s also incredible to see kids like Mike Mo doing things I never imagined were possible.

Skateboarding is fun again.  It seems that some of the “attitude” that was prevalent when I was pro in the early 90’s has gone away.  Everyone seems really positive and happy.  Very nice to see.  As for me, I’ve lost 6 pounds and am beginning to get my timing back.  My body is beginning to be able to do the things my brain thinks it can do.

Jason King Comeback Trail 2008.  Say word.

“Aspirational Time Horizon”

I’m not sure if I ever uploaded good images of this.  This was The Cardboard Pavilion I did (with Ricky Hele and Sipan Nazaryan) for an exhibit at the gallery on Hollywood Blvd.  To get a sense of scale, the thing is about 12′ tall.

Life is good, which admittedly is making me boring. When there is no cynicism filter, words are kinda boring. Trust me, I know. But. The sun is shining, right? Birds are chirping, I think. Flowers smell good, I assume. Lovers are making love, one would suppose. Kids are playing, whatevs.

I am designing the backs (fronts?) of business cards.

The soapdish almost fell in the sink!

I found some scans on the internet from an interview and a cover I had in nineteen-ninety-whatevs.  Thankfully, you can’t really see my earrings in any of the photos.

I know, buddy.  Me too.

Why is the President making jokes about things like this in front of world leaders?  Just when I think he can’t get any worse, he totally raises his own bar of lowdom.

It makes us all look like fucking idiots, because we kind of elected this guy.  Seriously, almost no one I know thinks environmental issues are a fucking joke.  And I certainly don’t.

To the rest of the world:  Only 19% of our country supports this moron, please don’t let his stupidity be the measure to which we are judged.

Mac’s appearance was Obama’s first celebrity event of the evening. Later at a Lincoln Park nightclub, Obama spoke to a raucous crowd of music fans, who paid up to $500 per person to see a performance by Wilco lead singer Jeff Tweedy, and two other band members.

“Before these guys go, I want them to know that I had heard a rumor that they had suggested that I had nothing by them on my iPod,” Obama said. “That is not true. I love Wilco.”