Rice and Egg: Textual Digestion compiles expressions in natural language that represents distinct and differentiated concepts that are meant to inspire thought. One concept that has been consistent on Rice and Egg is the “interview”, and anātman is usually the interviewer. However, the tides have turned…30 October 2009
Behold a Drawing of a Pale Horse
Rice and Egg: Textual Digestion compiles expressions in natural language that represents distinct and differentiated concepts that are meant to inspire thought. One concept that has been consistent on Rice and Egg is the “interview”, and anātman is usually the interviewer. However, the tides have turned…Click this link for the Adam Burgess Experience: Behold a Drawing of a Pale Horse
SAMHAIN; All Hallow's Eve
Halloween is a black and orange day that traces back to Celtic cultures’ festival of Samhain. Samhain roughly translates as “summer’s end”, and it was celebrated to welcome the darker half of the year by parting with the lighter half. The Celts believed the border between this world and the Otherworld became frail on Samhain, and thus allowed spirits to pass through to either side. This belief parallels the tradition of wearing costumes. By wearing a costume and disguising oneself as a spirit or demon, the Samhain participant would then avoid harmful and harmless spirits by being cloaked in masquerade. Bonfires were prevalent, food storage was imperative for the coming winter, and traditional characters like vampires, werewolves, devils, zombies and goblins were portrayed. I remember Halloween. 23 October 2009
Cheers
Beer is the third most consumed liquid on planet earth. It’s the world’s most ancient and preferred alcoholic libation, and I love beer. I will drink whatever beer is available, provided it parallels the weather and the food it’s enjoyed with. I prefer a lager on a hot summer day or with fried foods, and bitter hoppy flavors at the bar or in the cold. However, when I am in the mood to consume brews that really satisfy my palate and take a swing at my sobriety with mighty force, I seek ales, stouts, and the all mighty IPA. At the moment, my three beloved beers are: Lagunitas Lucky 13, a Red Ale; 8.3% alcohol per volume, Sierra Nevada’s Pale Ale; 5.6%, and Sierra Nevada’s Torpedo Extra IPA; 7.2%.
Please enjoy responsibly.
Please enjoy responsibly.
22 October 2009
Comatosed
little brother
Roy Sunday siesta
Linny was last
My brothers and I were weak in the knees but eager and tireless to keep moving forward; vitality at it's best. Linny manned the computer and the controls and Roy Sunday was relaxed at his brethren's side, slouched casually, with no pants, just baby blue boxers and a shirt, wearing his spectacles, enjoying the moment. The hands of time symbolized the hour of the ox and I couldn't keep up or follow any longer. I slumbered latently, pausing to regain myself, to restore the oxygen in my blood stream with heavy deep breathes, my consciousness became suspended. Subsequently stirring and becoming alert and attentive, I noticed
15 October 2009
Gin Ho Le; Nectar of the Gods
Alice teaches me 5,000 year old traditional Chinese medicineWith autumn under way and winter approaching, I think it’s time for the world to spread the good word of an easily infused, throat soothing, vitamin C packing, hot elixir that is sure to throw up 300 Spartan-like shields against any bird, swine, giraffe, aardvark, or humpback whale influenzas. Personally, I’m not into the flu-shot remedy gimmicks that can now be purchased in airport terminals or at Wal-Mart. I believe in seasonal foods, herbal concoctions, and advice from knowledgeable Chinese ladies (pictured above) who have studied and created herbal mixtures with their own hands and in their own kitchens, with their mothers and grandmothers.
All praises to the interconnected power of oral traditions!
I know give to you what Juan Ponce De Leon was searching for in northern Florida almost 500 years ago, a simple libation that will help, heal, and keep your hard earned clams where they should be; in your pocket and away from the pharmaceutical conglomerates. I now present to you, my brothers and sisters, “Gin Ho Le” (as in Ginger, Honey, and Lemon) [gin-ho-lay]***
I know give to you what Juan Ponce De Leon was searching for in northern Florida almost 500 years ago, a simple libation that will help, heal, and keep your hard earned clams where they should be; in your pocket and away from the pharmaceutical conglomerates. I now present to you, my brothers and sisters, “Gin Ho Le” (as in Ginger, Honey, and Lemon) [gin-ho-lay]***
GinHoLe
-8 oz. boiling to hot water
-Graded ginger (don’t be afraid to drink it); to taste
-Honey; to taste
-Fresh lemon juice with a sliver soaking and floating, to taste
-Graded ginger (don’t be afraid to drink it); to taste
-Honey; to taste
-Fresh lemon juice with a sliver soaking and floating, to taste
Autumn foods:
Carrot, Chinese Cabbage, Pumpkin, Sweet potato, Lettuce, Lotus Root, Turnip, Shiitake mushrooms, Apple, Pear, Grape, Fig, mackerel, Salmon, Oyster, Pacific Saury
Carrot, Chinese Cabbage, Pumpkin, Sweet potato, Lettuce, Lotus Root, Turnip, Shiitake mushrooms, Apple, Pear, Grape, Fig, mackerel, Salmon, Oyster, Pacific Saury
Winter foods:
Carrot, Daikon (white raddish), Chinese Cabbage, Rutabaga, Celeriac, Turnip, Brussels Sprouts, Pumpkin, Beetroot, Parsnip, Red Cabbage, Leek, Cabbage, Shallot, Pear, Tangerine, Sea Bass (Grouper), Scallop, Pacific Yellowtail Tuna, Pacific Cod, Monkfish, Halibut, Lobster, Mussels, Stone Crab
Carrot, Daikon (white raddish), Chinese Cabbage, Rutabaga, Celeriac, Turnip, Brussels Sprouts, Pumpkin, Beetroot, Parsnip, Red Cabbage, Leek, Cabbage, Shallot, Pear, Tangerine, Sea Bass (Grouper), Scallop, Pacific Yellowtail Tuna, Pacific Cod, Monkfish, Halibut, Lobster, Mussels, Stone Crab
***There have been no recorded side effects and or over doses of this magical potion, so please gulp until your body and mind are content.
13 October 2009
Dustin Eggeling
legal
freedomDustin Eggeling was a little teen-ween when I first encountered him. He seemed ahead of his crowd, as calm as they come, and he always looked me dead in the eyes when we exchanged words. I believe we met close to eight years ago and since then he’s grown a solid foot in height and he now stands tall and firm, no longer looking up at me, but sharing a collinear gaze with me. Funny thing is, many times in the streets of SF people asked if we were brothers; perhaps not by blood, but by friendship and interests. In a day and age when most of the local population is led astray by the mass media, distraught with fear in their eyes and trembling knees, Dustin is fighting back, defending himself with his mental. The world needs more urban ninjas who aren’t disinclined to sharpen their swords with a progressive intellect. Dustin is the next squadron leader.
Mr. Dustin Eggeling, you just turned 45 minus 24 years of age, which makes you legal to enter casinos and gamble, purchase and drink alcoholic libations, labor as a prostitute in Nevada, pay for, own, or rent a hand gun, obtain fireworks in New Hampshire, and get married without parental consent in Mississippi. Of course all these laws are American, and served up with freedom fries, a quarter pound heart attack with cheese and bacon, and an extra large diet coke, with a chili dog for desert. How does it feel to be officially authorized, and do you consider our legal age laws, whether it be 16, 18, or 21, to be archaic compared with other countries’ laws?
I made it, my greatest accomplishment yet. My parents were so proud. I’ve been partaking in drinking and gambling years prior, which actually mildly manifested in your USF residence with Scotty and Robby. I’ve been steering clear of quad stack triple pound heart explosion combos that result in unexpected symptoms, yadadamean. It’s same as it was before, lots of leisure lurking for sure. Laws in general hinder more often than help, in any country. I got a 130 dollar ticket for not wearing a seat belt in the Bronx during rush hour traffic. The police officer and his fellow officers parked there cars on the side of the road and were walking on foot through traffic writing tickets for not wearing seat belts. Serve and protect? The scams and breaks that corporations, Wall Street, bankers, insurance companies, and pharmaceutical companies get away with are some of the biggest robberies. When you control the money you control the laws. Laws are another profitable business.
Now that I’ve got your marbles rolling about, churning that buttery intellect in your cranium caldron, please enlighten the masses on your most recent scholarly scrutiny concerning the universe, and the globe and its inhabitants; a theory, or a solution, and the Eggeling eagle eye evaluation.
Since the industrial revolution we have destroyed 50% of the earth’s biosphere, plants animals and everything in between. This earth is a living organism that has been around for 4.5 billion years, give or take a few. The earth has been absorbing our poisons and pollution into the ocean like a sponge. In our life time 90% of the coral reefs will die out and 80% of the world’s edible fish will vanish. The human civilization is raping this earth for what it has to offer. Taking out all the natural resources the earth offers bottling them up for profit then creating mass waste and burying it back in the ground. The earth works like a human body. Imagine an organism lands on you and sucks all your vitamins and nutrients out of your body and all you’re left to eat is trash, outdated electronics, and chemicals amongst other garbage. Humans on earth are as to fleas on a dog, if we keep up these habits we will be scratched off, if we are not off-ed by our fellow humans first. There is no argument that we are heavily over populated and measures need to be taken, but creating never ending wars and diseases only creates more problems. It’s a problem that needs to be taught and learned through mass education, but the franchise owners know that uneducated people are profitable and if people learn too much the franchise will lose its customers and go out of business. To advance as a civilization we need to start living off a resource system and abolish this monetary system driven by materialistic greed and power which creates ever increasing debt. It is much easier said than done because we have already dug ourselves so deep in the land fill.
Dustin, you grew up in a household of golf orbs, golf wands, with golfing blood relations. Therefore, it’s safe for me to assume you could whoop my arse in a game of putt-putt. How often to you get on a golf course, where has the game taken you in terms of travel destinations, and have you ever drove a golf ball off a sea cliff or coastline that landed in an innocent whale’s blow hole causing it to beach itself?
Golf is the illest outside of skateboarding, it’s so relaxing. I started when I was 2 to 3 years old when my dad cut down some old clubs to my weef specifications and I was sold. I played from 3 until about 13, almost every other day until I found skateboarding. Then I didn’t play for 5 years but now I try to play when ever I can. Growing up, my dad has been a rep for various golf companies and my mom played on the LPGA for 30+ years so I was always around it. Traveling with my mom on the LPGA growing up took me every where, almost every state in the United States, plus Hawaii and Canada. I think that’s where I developed a yearning for traveling. I am looking forward to going back to Tampa so I can play. We had a chipping range at the Shaqueffa Mansion (RIP) complete with glass, tires, bottles, signs, dressers, and bottles, but that’s a wrap now. I never made it in a blow hole, but I did make a hole in one when I was 11. That was off the chain, the dude in the club house gave me free lunch…Hyped.
The last time my anatomy was adjacent to your bag of bones was at a San Franciscan junction. We milled about, drank some brewed battery acid, mashed down the concrete jungle byways, and discussed a few interesting reads while trekking up non-thrashable inclines. Most of the dissertations you mentioned were non-fiction. Have you happened to leaf through any works of fiction that you were keen on, and if not, what non-fiction texts would you recommend?
I haven’t really been up on any fiction lately, I would like to though. Holler acha boy with some suggestions. I have actually been slacking on reading since I’ve been up north. I’ve been doing a lot of intranet lurking, and I’m currently reading a book titled total freedom by J. Krishnamurti, which is real sick. He was an early philosopher that dismantled his congregation of followers because social structure is a product of a conditioned mind, and a conditioned mind can never be free. A book I would always recommend is Behold a Pale Horse by William Cooper. He was in the Navy and CIA for 20+ years and writes on his discoveries. The book was published in 1988 and you can see his claims happening in present day. He was deep in the rabbit hole. I’m glad he got it published before he got silenced (RIP)
As fore mentioned, we last saw each other on the Left Coast, both of us affirming that there is indeed a gold rush in these hills. You then fled for Florida and after a stint in sultriness, you departed on the back of a steel albatross to New York, New York; the metropolis so nice, they named it twice. As a young man on a mission with lack of superstition, I commend you for your back bone and offer you the Metal of Youth, for time served and lessons learned in the field. How have these temporary residences treated you, and what type of berserk bustles have you witnessed in two of the busiest tourist trap hubs in the land of freedom?
I like to move around; a change of environment is healthy to me. If I stay in one place for to long I get burnt out on it. SF and NY are the best the United States has to offer for the life style I choose. Both are opposites though; SF is smaller and slow paced. I lived in the Tender Loin for 5 months which was constant entertainment, as you know; full of tweakers trannies, makers, shakers, and takers. I love it. I’d rather live in the TL than anyplace else in Frisco. Well, maybe the mission because that’s a pretty prime location. I miss the hills and I can't wait to go back and bomb Clement. Hill bombing is the purest form of any high I have ever had. NY is the illest though, it’s so big, so much to offer and there is always something going on. There is an open bar almost every night some where and the subway will take you anywhere with the quickness. It’s a playground for a skateboarder, anything you want. I can’t really put it into words, it’s just something you have to experience and I hope everyone gets too at least once in there life span on this planet.
Mr. Dustin Eggeling, you just turned 45 minus 24 years of age, which makes you legal to enter casinos and gamble, purchase and drink alcoholic libations, labor as a prostitute in Nevada, pay for, own, or rent a hand gun, obtain fireworks in New Hampshire, and get married without parental consent in Mississippi. Of course all these laws are American, and served up with freedom fries, a quarter pound heart attack with cheese and bacon, and an extra large diet coke, with a chili dog for desert. How does it feel to be officially authorized, and do you consider our legal age laws, whether it be 16, 18, or 21, to be archaic compared with other countries’ laws?
I made it, my greatest accomplishment yet. My parents were so proud. I’ve been partaking in drinking and gambling years prior, which actually mildly manifested in your USF residence with Scotty and Robby. I’ve been steering clear of quad stack triple pound heart explosion combos that result in unexpected symptoms, yadadamean. It’s same as it was before, lots of leisure lurking for sure. Laws in general hinder more often than help, in any country. I got a 130 dollar ticket for not wearing a seat belt in the Bronx during rush hour traffic. The police officer and his fellow officers parked there cars on the side of the road and were walking on foot through traffic writing tickets for not wearing seat belts. Serve and protect? The scams and breaks that corporations, Wall Street, bankers, insurance companies, and pharmaceutical companies get away with are some of the biggest robberies. When you control the money you control the laws. Laws are another profitable business.
Now that I’ve got your marbles rolling about, churning that buttery intellect in your cranium caldron, please enlighten the masses on your most recent scholarly scrutiny concerning the universe, and the globe and its inhabitants; a theory, or a solution, and the Eggeling eagle eye evaluation.
Since the industrial revolution we have destroyed 50% of the earth’s biosphere, plants animals and everything in between. This earth is a living organism that has been around for 4.5 billion years, give or take a few. The earth has been absorbing our poisons and pollution into the ocean like a sponge. In our life time 90% of the coral reefs will die out and 80% of the world’s edible fish will vanish. The human civilization is raping this earth for what it has to offer. Taking out all the natural resources the earth offers bottling them up for profit then creating mass waste and burying it back in the ground. The earth works like a human body. Imagine an organism lands on you and sucks all your vitamins and nutrients out of your body and all you’re left to eat is trash, outdated electronics, and chemicals amongst other garbage. Humans on earth are as to fleas on a dog, if we keep up these habits we will be scratched off, if we are not off-ed by our fellow humans first. There is no argument that we are heavily over populated and measures need to be taken, but creating never ending wars and diseases only creates more problems. It’s a problem that needs to be taught and learned through mass education, but the franchise owners know that uneducated people are profitable and if people learn too much the franchise will lose its customers and go out of business. To advance as a civilization we need to start living off a resource system and abolish this monetary system driven by materialistic greed and power which creates ever increasing debt. It is much easier said than done because we have already dug ourselves so deep in the land fill.
Dustin, you grew up in a household of golf orbs, golf wands, with golfing blood relations. Therefore, it’s safe for me to assume you could whoop my arse in a game of putt-putt. How often to you get on a golf course, where has the game taken you in terms of travel destinations, and have you ever drove a golf ball off a sea cliff or coastline that landed in an innocent whale’s blow hole causing it to beach itself?
Golf is the illest outside of skateboarding, it’s so relaxing. I started when I was 2 to 3 years old when my dad cut down some old clubs to my weef specifications and I was sold. I played from 3 until about 13, almost every other day until I found skateboarding. Then I didn’t play for 5 years but now I try to play when ever I can. Growing up, my dad has been a rep for various golf companies and my mom played on the LPGA for 30+ years so I was always around it. Traveling with my mom on the LPGA growing up took me every where, almost every state in the United States, plus Hawaii and Canada. I think that’s where I developed a yearning for traveling. I am looking forward to going back to Tampa so I can play. We had a chipping range at the Shaqueffa Mansion (RIP) complete with glass, tires, bottles, signs, dressers, and bottles, but that’s a wrap now. I never made it in a blow hole, but I did make a hole in one when I was 11. That was off the chain, the dude in the club house gave me free lunch…Hyped.
The last time my anatomy was adjacent to your bag of bones was at a San Franciscan junction. We milled about, drank some brewed battery acid, mashed down the concrete jungle byways, and discussed a few interesting reads while trekking up non-thrashable inclines. Most of the dissertations you mentioned were non-fiction. Have you happened to leaf through any works of fiction that you were keen on, and if not, what non-fiction texts would you recommend?
I haven’t really been up on any fiction lately, I would like to though. Holler acha boy with some suggestions. I have actually been slacking on reading since I’ve been up north. I’ve been doing a lot of intranet lurking, and I’m currently reading a book titled total freedom by J. Krishnamurti, which is real sick. He was an early philosopher that dismantled his congregation of followers because social structure is a product of a conditioned mind, and a conditioned mind can never be free. A book I would always recommend is Behold a Pale Horse by William Cooper. He was in the Navy and CIA for 20+ years and writes on his discoveries. The book was published in 1988 and you can see his claims happening in present day. He was deep in the rabbit hole. I’m glad he got it published before he got silenced (RIP)
As fore mentioned, we last saw each other on the Left Coast, both of us affirming that there is indeed a gold rush in these hills. You then fled for Florida and after a stint in sultriness, you departed on the back of a steel albatross to New York, New York; the metropolis so nice, they named it twice. As a young man on a mission with lack of superstition, I commend you for your back bone and offer you the Metal of Youth, for time served and lessons learned in the field. How have these temporary residences treated you, and what type of berserk bustles have you witnessed in two of the busiest tourist trap hubs in the land of freedom?
I like to move around; a change of environment is healthy to me. If I stay in one place for to long I get burnt out on it. SF and NY are the best the United States has to offer for the life style I choose. Both are opposites though; SF is smaller and slow paced. I lived in the Tender Loin for 5 months which was constant entertainment, as you know; full of tweakers trannies, makers, shakers, and takers. I love it. I’d rather live in the TL than anyplace else in Frisco. Well, maybe the mission because that’s a pretty prime location. I miss the hills and I can't wait to go back and bomb Clement. Hill bombing is the purest form of any high I have ever had. NY is the illest though, it’s so big, so much to offer and there is always something going on. There is an open bar almost every night some where and the subway will take you anywhere with the quickness. It’s a playground for a skateboarder, anything you want. I can’t really put it into words, it’s just something you have to experience and I hope everyone gets too at least once in there life span on this planet.
Steve Ayers Paparazzi
I-man gwon Florida and move forward wit I-queen. Before fi dem wedding, I-man ifficially thrash wit i-dren and gwon mashdown de Busch ledge. Steve, fi me i-dren, shot dem irie photos of I-man fi me general, I-Body Too Hottie, to the fulness. SEEN!05 October 2009
Travis Tyrone Adams
Espana
I promise he's not pooing in the plastic bag, just making sure his footing is proper for cookingTravis Adams and I met long ago under lucid star lit skies, immersed in desert harmonies of coyotes howling, rattle snakes rattlin’, rabbits scurrying, quails tweeting, havalinas grunting, and black snypes whispering the secrets of the arid climate to the passing tumbleweeds and the saguaros cacti. Travis and I were introduced by our mutual friend Matthew S. Quire Kluvo IIV, and I wasn’t the least bit surprised to see them ride out on horses with the Second Amendment strapped to their belts ,chew it their bottom lips, and the skill to herd and lasso any female passerby’s. Visiting AZ was liberating and I knew the wind on the west coast blew in a different direction. I was fortunate enough to become acquainted with Travis and his family, as they treated me like his younger brother and allowed me to raid the pantry at whim. Only now as a young man am I able to truly appreciate the welcoming arms of the Adams family, a reception that was guaranteed to be warmer than the desert winds. As the youngest of the clan Mr. Travis Adams turned out to be an immediate reflection of his family’s benevolence and altruism, a saint among men who lives mindfully with a stable smile larger than the ol’ Grand Canyon gorge. If Travis would have been consummated in the 16th century rather than the 20th, the Pueblo chiefs would have nicknamed him “Smiles Wide”, but instead he was anointed with the title Trav Digi; “yea you know who is he, stuck to yo ass like a Victoria Secret wedgie”.
Mr. Travis Adams, you are a dear friend of mine; you showed me the customs of the desert, we’ve jumped naked off rocks together (or perhaps you just took photos of me diving of rocks, naked and free in the pristine AZ wilderness…I can’t recall if you were naked but I know I was), you got me stoned for the first time, and in the 14 years that I’ve known you, you have been an astonishing friend and an extremely modest person. How did you mature to be such a remarkable, handsome, well rounded individual in a world that is known to be corrupted by chaos, greed, envy, lust, gluttony, and hatred?
Heh heh...because I don't care. I just cruise. Nah, I dunno. I’m not even sure if any of that's true. Except showing you the desert, humping off rocks (though I wasn't naked. You and Matt, maybe. I do remember when you were in the water and Matt crapped in some dirt, rolled it up, and threw it at you in the lake. It was there, floating near your face, and as it lost its sand, you then realized what it was.) But, uhhhh...yeah, besides being unbelievably attractive, I’m not so sure that I’m remarkable by any means, nor well rounded. All I know is skateboarding, lurking, and good timin'. And everything else I’ve learned along the way I’ve forgotten. Six and a half years of college down the drain. I know how to cruise around with my pals and smile, that's it.
Travis, my boy, I am claiming to have graced you with the ever popular AKA “Trav Digi”, as well as “Travis Digital”. How have these AKAs affected your life in terms of love, identity, pride, and the ever changing world of business?
I wish I had a different nickname, something cool, like "dying baby bird", heh heh.
The Trav Digi nickname has definitely helped pull some suspicious females back to ungodly situations. Some skeletons buried in my closet, for sure. But maybe not, I’m not sure. I dunno about this question, really. Only Tampa heads call me tha digi dude. It’s humbling, though, because Tampa niggas are down for nicknames. The only other nickname I’ve ever had was "a horse". That one sucks....and I guess "t-rav" is also a nickname people call me. But it's not really much of a nickname, so it doesn't count.
Trav Digi, you are certainly skilled in the arts. Your dexterity with a blade is above par, your illustrations make people smile, and your cinematography aptitude is marvelous, hence the AKA Travis Digital. Do you favor a specific artistic passion, what artists influence your mental, and how do feel about the industry that you currently associate yourself with?
Again, I think I just get lucky. When I watch the shit I film, I wonder how I’ve been piggybacking off this shit for so long. I guess I just have good friends who are tolerable with sketchy filming. As far as what I favor? I just like to see cool shit happen, hence the reason I film ten year-old skateboarders.
As for art, the only "art" I find myself doing is griptape art on my skateboards. I was runnin' the Shaqueefa ones for maybe 26 boards strong, but I got over it, and haven't found any of the later ones to be so nice. Pretty bummed that I’m losing grip-art creativity. But I do got one gem that I’ve held onto for a minute now, it's got a quail and down the side I cut out, "quail runner". Hyped on that, and this one I did with a cantaloupe. The industry? I’m assuming you're inquiring about the skateboard industry? Well, it's a hate/hate industry. I love skateboarding. I hate the bullshit behind it, though. One thing that comes to mind is this slap tee, "skateboarding: I love it so much I want it to die." I say this, because there's too much bullshit in the industry. Too many shit companies. Too many little kids who get lucky jumping down a million steps, and go pro without doing anything that will stand the test of time, whereas I see legitimate skateboarders who love it with all their soul, who will never see the time of day. They don't have a "marketable" image, thus they are looked past. That bothers me. But I’m not the old guy at the parks telling the kids how it "used to be". I just roll around, and like the sound, blah blah blah. Nobody's reading anymore, so I’m just gonna throw it out there that Adam burnt his baby maker on an apple pie, after we'd robbed a bakery on my first trip to Florida.
Mr. Adams. You are a romantic. You met a woman in Europa and swept her off her feet, tossed her onto your magical flying rug, and you both flew into the heavens together. After making an emotional affinity with each other, you decided to leap across the Atlantic Ocean where you landed safely in Barcelona, Spain. How has the metamorphosis of your current existence panned out and what does the future hold for you, my friend?
Thank god for roofies. All I do is all I know. I wake up, wonder how I made it home, I look around on the net, I skate a few hours, maybe film a couple tricks, slug back some beers, come home, make whoop, eat, drink some drink, sleep, and repeat. Same thing I’d be doing back in Arizona, just with different scenery. Actually, I went to a gay/nude beach today, watched the waves and drank a mountain dew. Those are the things I do differently, living out here.
There was a time when I was naïve and biased to the gift of individuality. I sized-up my fellow brethren and made assumptions and allotted stereotypes based on outer appearances and peoples’ characters. Now, as a grown man with no time for slippin’ I know better than to waste my energy and time on such childish pastimes. However, you, Trav Digi, have never been one to mock the weak or confused, the trendy or the originals, or even take sides with elites or the ordinaries. Please tell us how you manage to BE YOU?
I dig the underdogs. They have better stories. As for outer images, it's funny because people change so much with current trends. I think it's funny. Shit, I still wear tee shirts that I got ten years ago. Maybe it's that I don't buy clothing, and shit comes nowadays so few and far between, but I just take what I can get, and run with it. I can't say I’m not influenced by others' gear, though. Shit, I went to Mervyn’s with my pops one day a few years back, and had him buy me women’s' pants. Bet he never saw that one coming! I like variety. I like to have all the homies together. Its good times when you got gangster-ass fools going shot for shot of bourbon with die hard punk rockers, because in the end, we're all just shit cruising around. Everyone’s a badass if you give them the time of day. Do what you love what you do what you love what you do. Feel mehhhh?!?
Mr. Travis Adams, you are a dear friend of mine; you showed me the customs of the desert, we’ve jumped naked off rocks together (or perhaps you just took photos of me diving of rocks, naked and free in the pristine AZ wilderness…I can’t recall if you were naked but I know I was), you got me stoned for the first time, and in the 14 years that I’ve known you, you have been an astonishing friend and an extremely modest person. How did you mature to be such a remarkable, handsome, well rounded individual in a world that is known to be corrupted by chaos, greed, envy, lust, gluttony, and hatred?
Heh heh...because I don't care. I just cruise. Nah, I dunno. I’m not even sure if any of that's true. Except showing you the desert, humping off rocks (though I wasn't naked. You and Matt, maybe. I do remember when you were in the water and Matt crapped in some dirt, rolled it up, and threw it at you in the lake. It was there, floating near your face, and as it lost its sand, you then realized what it was.) But, uhhhh...yeah, besides being unbelievably attractive, I’m not so sure that I’m remarkable by any means, nor well rounded. All I know is skateboarding, lurking, and good timin'. And everything else I’ve learned along the way I’ve forgotten. Six and a half years of college down the drain. I know how to cruise around with my pals and smile, that's it.
Travis, my boy, I am claiming to have graced you with the ever popular AKA “Trav Digi”, as well as “Travis Digital”. How have these AKAs affected your life in terms of love, identity, pride, and the ever changing world of business?
I wish I had a different nickname, something cool, like "dying baby bird", heh heh.
The Trav Digi nickname has definitely helped pull some suspicious females back to ungodly situations. Some skeletons buried in my closet, for sure. But maybe not, I’m not sure. I dunno about this question, really. Only Tampa heads call me tha digi dude. It’s humbling, though, because Tampa niggas are down for nicknames. The only other nickname I’ve ever had was "a horse". That one sucks....and I guess "t-rav" is also a nickname people call me. But it's not really much of a nickname, so it doesn't count.
Trav Digi, you are certainly skilled in the arts. Your dexterity with a blade is above par, your illustrations make people smile, and your cinematography aptitude is marvelous, hence the AKA Travis Digital. Do you favor a specific artistic passion, what artists influence your mental, and how do feel about the industry that you currently associate yourself with?
Again, I think I just get lucky. When I watch the shit I film, I wonder how I’ve been piggybacking off this shit for so long. I guess I just have good friends who are tolerable with sketchy filming. As far as what I favor? I just like to see cool shit happen, hence the reason I film ten year-old skateboarders.
As for art, the only "art" I find myself doing is griptape art on my skateboards. I was runnin' the Shaqueefa ones for maybe 26 boards strong, but I got over it, and haven't found any of the later ones to be so nice. Pretty bummed that I’m losing grip-art creativity. But I do got one gem that I’ve held onto for a minute now, it's got a quail and down the side I cut out, "quail runner". Hyped on that, and this one I did with a cantaloupe. The industry? I’m assuming you're inquiring about the skateboard industry? Well, it's a hate/hate industry. I love skateboarding. I hate the bullshit behind it, though. One thing that comes to mind is this slap tee, "skateboarding: I love it so much I want it to die." I say this, because there's too much bullshit in the industry. Too many shit companies. Too many little kids who get lucky jumping down a million steps, and go pro without doing anything that will stand the test of time, whereas I see legitimate skateboarders who love it with all their soul, who will never see the time of day. They don't have a "marketable" image, thus they are looked past. That bothers me. But I’m not the old guy at the parks telling the kids how it "used to be". I just roll around, and like the sound, blah blah blah. Nobody's reading anymore, so I’m just gonna throw it out there that Adam burnt his baby maker on an apple pie, after we'd robbed a bakery on my first trip to Florida.
Mr. Adams. You are a romantic. You met a woman in Europa and swept her off her feet, tossed her onto your magical flying rug, and you both flew into the heavens together. After making an emotional affinity with each other, you decided to leap across the Atlantic Ocean where you landed safely in Barcelona, Spain. How has the metamorphosis of your current existence panned out and what does the future hold for you, my friend?
Thank god for roofies. All I do is all I know. I wake up, wonder how I made it home, I look around on the net, I skate a few hours, maybe film a couple tricks, slug back some beers, come home, make whoop, eat, drink some drink, sleep, and repeat. Same thing I’d be doing back in Arizona, just with different scenery. Actually, I went to a gay/nude beach today, watched the waves and drank a mountain dew. Those are the things I do differently, living out here.
There was a time when I was naïve and biased to the gift of individuality. I sized-up my fellow brethren and made assumptions and allotted stereotypes based on outer appearances and peoples’ characters. Now, as a grown man with no time for slippin’ I know better than to waste my energy and time on such childish pastimes. However, you, Trav Digi, have never been one to mock the weak or confused, the trendy or the originals, or even take sides with elites or the ordinaries. Please tell us how you manage to BE YOU?
I dig the underdogs. They have better stories. As for outer images, it's funny because people change so much with current trends. I think it's funny. Shit, I still wear tee shirts that I got ten years ago. Maybe it's that I don't buy clothing, and shit comes nowadays so few and far between, but I just take what I can get, and run with it. I can't say I’m not influenced by others' gear, though. Shit, I went to Mervyn’s with my pops one day a few years back, and had him buy me women’s' pants. Bet he never saw that one coming! I like variety. I like to have all the homies together. Its good times when you got gangster-ass fools going shot for shot of bourbon with die hard punk rockers, because in the end, we're all just shit cruising around. Everyone’s a badass if you give them the time of day. Do what you love what you do what you love what you do. Feel mehhhh?!?
01 October 2009
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