On one hand, journalists demand to be respected.
On the other hand they write and publish that type of insane shit.
What would help unite Americans in trouble times is narrowing the wealth gap by a factor of ten, not staring at the goddamn sky in the middle of the afternoon, you brainless ghouls.
Bro sounding just like Too Short: “YOU GOT THAT OBAMA NOSE” “YOU BEEN IN THE AIR FORCE??”
Me: “OKAY!” “NO SIR!”
Considering those interjections, I didn’t feel like having a whole conversation.
Strangely, the whole affair reminded me of being on a porn set, and I couldn’t shake the idea that porn stars and black Germans are a lot alike. Two neglected and attention-starved communities of people who, despite their public nakedness, remain “invisible” to a society that pretends not to see them.
Paul Beatty cutting deep in Slumberland, p. 179. It’s the story of a L.A. based DJ in Germany and I finished this book flying back.
I don’t know any black German, but I believe that this description works for all black Europeans.
When in the Paris suburbs, it’s easy to think that half the French population is black or brown. Yet, all black folks there have this emptiness in their eyes. I remember it. The sense that you don’t really feel like being part of this. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing. You’re still not fully part of it. And I guess, never really will, even when you score 2 goals against Italy.
Yes, I can technically die faster in America, from a cop or a brother. But I do exist more. I am considered which leads to respect and opportunities. The difference between how customs gauge me in Los Angeles or Paris is… Interesting.
Sometimes I feel like white folks’ propension to being obsessed with the past is to avoid dealing with the now, which is about making a better society by for instance, truly embracing diversity instead of telling it how it should be invisible. It is not and it can’t be.
You just got hit with Potato Love. Give it up.
I went to France for my shortest trip over there, ever. Three days.
Back, strongly jetlagged. I keep thinking how when we take off at noon local time, we go so fast that we catch up with the night falling on the East side of Earth.
Which is quite amazing when you think about it.
And then how we travel over the earth and not across, using the curvature/shortest route which makes us fly above freaking Greenland. Hi NorthNorth! Planes are outstanding (over 100K flights a day around the world).
Always lovely to land with a supreme window seat’s sunrise from the sky, right before breakfast with family in a rainy, cold and a bit gloomy March in the suburbs of Paris. Lots (but not enough) of delicious food and beverages would follow.
It’s crazy how those 20 hours of cloud gliding are just normal bus, public transportation stuff to me at this point, doing it since 2009. Always the same folks, places, gates. Yet, it’s still wild. 10,000 miles/16k kms in a metal tube, bam. In many ways it will make one wonder about mortality, technical progress, who the fuck farted repeatedly for a hour, etc.
I think I saw Rick Rubin around Japan Airlines at LAX but maybe I’m totally wrong.
Heavy heart. Thankful.
Costing $4,000 AGAIN.
Mario Galaxy is too much fun. And Knoll furniture is too dope.
Hearing re-scheduled to May 17th.
I don’t regret being born and living the things I did at the age I did. But if there’s one thing I’m a bit jealous of the early 20s today, it’s women on skateboards:
Vitória. It’s like, having one around would have totally changed my world. I would be a different person if I had been in a group of skaters including a Vitória, or two. I could see the path to living in the south of France, trying to live off of many things while running a lil skate brand or something.
She is so effortless. I am disgusted and attracted and just so happy it’s so amazing that heel’ is just perfect I love you girl
It’s like, skateboarding still feels new with women around, which is so wrong. I’m seeing some at the park, it used to never, ever, ever happen. Fuck those times for that.
The now though? I’m loving it. More, please. Tryna work on my tre with bad bitches
I love that moment. First it’s so L.A. in every way. They’re both simply trying to do their jobs. They’re both understanding that, yet, have to confront each other. Amicably. It’s something about street skateboarding. That social tension that needs to somehow, flow.
Ishod being Ishod:
He goes for it. Drenched in sweat, not the first try. His body probably hurtin’, tired, ready for food but gotta get some clips! That’s his job and she has to acknowledge that while doing hers. Respectfully disrespectful. It’s a crazy dance.
Ishod being Ishod, he lands on that rail like he’s sipping some mojito. The man is possessed.
Utilizing cities like absolutely no one else does, will always be entertaining to me. Thank y’all, street pros. Much love.