Moped Monday rides are nice...too bad there isn't like a skateboard tuesday.
Post 94'
If anyone is art fagging out here is something to satisfy:
First Things First 2000: A design manifesto
We, the undersigned, are graphic designers, art directors and visual communicators who have been raised in a world in which the techniques and apparatus of advertising have persistently been presented to us as the most lucrative, effective and desirable use of our talents. Many design teachers and mentors promote this belief; the market rewards it; a tide of books and publications reinforces it.
Encouraged in this direction, designers then apply their skill and imagination to sell dog biscuits, designer coffee, diamonds, detergents, hair gel, cigarettes, credit cards, sneakers, butt toners, light beer and heavy-duty recreational vehicles. Commercial work has always paid the bills, but many graphic designers have now let it become, in large measure, what graphic designers do. This, in turn, is how the world perceives design. The profession’s time and energy is used up manufacturing demand for things that are inessential at best.
Many of us have grown increasingly uncomfortable with this view of design. Designers who devote their efforts primarily to advertising, marketing and brand development are supporting, and implicitly endorsing, a mental environment so saturated with commercial messages that it is changing the very way citizen-consumers speak, think, feel, respond and interact. To some extent we are all helping draft a reductive and immeasurably harmful code of public discourse.
There are pursuits more worthy of our problem-solving skills. Unprecedented environmental, social and cultural crises demand our attention. Many cultural interventions, social marketing campaigns, books, magazines, exhibitions, educational tools, television programs, films, charitable causes and other information design projects urgently require our expertise and help.
We propose a reversal of priorities in favor of more useful, lasting and democratic forms of communication—a mindshift away from product marketing and toward the exploration and production of a new kind of meaning. The scope of debate is shrinking; it must expand. Consumerism is running uncontested; it must be challenged by other perspectives expressed, in part, through the visual languages and resources of design.
In 1964, 22 visual communicators signed the original call for our skills to be put to worthwhile use. With the explosive growth of global commercial culture, their message has only grown more urgent. Today, we renew their manifesto in expectation that no more decades will pass before it is taken to heart.
We, the undersigned, are graphic designers, art directors and visual communicators who have been raised in a world in which the techniques and apparatus of advertising have persistently been presented to us as the most lucrative, effective and desirable use of our talents. Many design teachers and mentors promote this belief; the market rewards it; a tide of books and publications reinforces it.
Encouraged in this direction, designers then apply their skill and imagination to sell dog biscuits, designer coffee, diamonds, detergents, hair gel, cigarettes, credit cards, sneakers, butt toners, light beer and heavy-duty recreational vehicles. Commercial work has always paid the bills, but many graphic designers have now let it become, in large measure, what graphic designers do. This, in turn, is how the world perceives design. The profession’s time and energy is used up manufacturing demand for things that are inessential at best.
Many of us have grown increasingly uncomfortable with this view of design. Designers who devote their efforts primarily to advertising, marketing and brand development are supporting, and implicitly endorsing, a mental environment so saturated with commercial messages that it is changing the very way citizen-consumers speak, think, feel, respond and interact. To some extent we are all helping draft a reductive and immeasurably harmful code of public discourse.
There are pursuits more worthy of our problem-solving skills. Unprecedented environmental, social and cultural crises demand our attention. Many cultural interventions, social marketing campaigns, books, magazines, exhibitions, educational tools, television programs, films, charitable causes and other information design projects urgently require our expertise and help.
We propose a reversal of priorities in favor of more useful, lasting and democratic forms of communication—a mindshift away from product marketing and toward the exploration and production of a new kind of meaning. The scope of debate is shrinking; it must expand. Consumerism is running uncontested; it must be challenged by other perspectives expressed, in part, through the visual languages and resources of design.
In 1964, 22 visual communicators signed the original call for our skills to be put to worthwhile use. With the explosive growth of global commercial culture, their message has only grown more urgent. Today, we renew their manifesto in expectation that no more decades will pass before it is taken to heart.
....and if you didn't want to read it it basically says fuck commerical art and up with design.
Your famous, thats interesting.
Working on Haight you see alot of assholes. I saw Thurston Moore today and realized that on
a rad scale Morrissey is
totally bogus
compared to him.
Although some might disagree, which in this case is not acceptable.
Mark saw Robin Williams and he bought a belt buckle for $2400 that had hands holding up
the LA sign.
famous people are just assholes in the end.
Whats up with that.
I went skating today with this dude. All the other documentation is crappy.
made this junk too, just a draft.
just like honey
while the ever slowing steam of 7 ply action around here, check out, if you wish,
a few Arizona boys getting done
http://www.skateaz.com/onthefriggidee/
last night was The Jesus and Mary Chain
at the Wiltern
I ran into Cody as I was getting checked for lethal items.
meaning
"got anything in your pockets?"
"no"
next..
security at it's finest
-chase
irrelevant
Another dumb youtube video. Stick it out though it gets good....
Gives new meaning to the styx song.
Unexhibited with exibits.
I've been doing a lot of moped lately and have neglected the one who bore
me into this life. Tomorrow holds promise.
bonfires burning bright pumking faces in the night..
the unrelenting wind and San Diego is on fire
..I remember Halloween..
skating is also tough to manage in the wind
shit
-c
Fastest drummer EVER.
My first time taking the BART which is amazing as well as classy.
And people wonder why skateboarding exist.
Got home to a sunny day of goodness.
Shreddin' the dust bowl.
Janky.
Justin took us to this spot where things went down like Chases nollie heel front krook.
This guy.
Then rain. Then "The skatepark thats lit till like 12."
MOB photo incentive.
Overall it was pretty okay. But I think another trip up to SF is in order.
When I got back I went on the moped Monday ride over to treasure island (which is illegal
because mopeds aren't allowed on the bay bridge) and 7 of the 25 mopeds got pulled over,
Ticketed, and bummed out.
Meanwhile we hid really hard and some popo came racing around the corner with lights
blazing and just drove past us, weird. Some crossed back over the bridge, others waited for
the creature van to pick us up. Good times.
not really
during noahs visit to our lovely southern california, we skated. not even close to all the spots that noah wanted to. he had a list of about..12 spots. we skated maybe 4 of them. i also did not buy the generator. i really think i should have, but ill get to why i should have in a bit.
Thursday- noah arrived at john wayne at about 5pm. i called chase prior to noahs landing and told him i would go with him to the airport to get noah. but, chase did not call me when he left to get noah. so i was left hanging for a bit. then i called noah and told him to call me when they get to huntington park, because they were going straight there from john wayne. no call. i then proceeded to drive to huntington without knowing if they were there or not. they were. it was nearly 6 when i arrived. and we skated around a bit just doing basic shit. chase was hanging out for a bit. as it got dark, we played skate on the banks. well, not really skate as much as just do this trick and dont get a letter game. after we were done with that, we met up at noahs house and then went to Henry's market. we started to eat the sandwiches but were interrupted by some tiny bitch that said she could kick my ass. i guess she was from some college in berkely or bakersfield, it was one of the other. either way, she was far from where she was supposed to be. but she tried to sell us magazine subsciptions. i wasnt for this. so i left it to noah. she tried to say that if we donated a mag subsciption to a hospital that it would be a dollar an issue. but would total 20 dollars. that really didnt make sense. long story short, we somehow started making jokes on how her nipples were huge as if they were old school tv knobs. i dont know, i cant explain chase myself and noahs humor. "ca-caww. wait, shit." after we stuffed our faces, we went to these ledges right near disneyland. we got there and started to warm up alittle, and during this time, chase died. he attempted to fs 5050 and his trucks just stuck. his limp body flew through the air until it connected with the ground below. he didnt try to catch himself. it was pretty epic to watch. but it made my asshole get alittle tight from watching. we sessioned it up for about 45 more minutes, noah back tail shuv'd. ass. after we left this spot, we went back to noahs, and watched old footage from my vx. jessica and nikki met up with us there. done.
Friday- i got up at 10am because we all agreed to get up at this time to get alot of skating in. i called noah, but he was not awake yet. and i knew calling chase would get the same result. so i just hung out. noah called back at 1030 and informed me he just woke up and that chase had to go get some food with his dad. so we figured he wouldnt be ready to skate till about noon. so i went to two brothers with jessica and had an amazing lunch. afterwards, chase and noah were ready so we met at nikki's house. it was my turn to drive, so we went to newport beach to skate this ditch. but once we got to the ditch, it was filled with dirt kinda. it was like that because of the rain we had had a week or so prior. we did the best we could with what we had, but it was still kinda dumpy. afterwards, i was informed we were going to meet up with justin, all the way in garden grove. damn. we went and picked him up and went to these ledges near his house. they werent to bad. did some tricks i havent done before. as did noah chase and justin. we skated there for about an hour or so. maybe alittle longer. after that, we were a wee bit hungry, justin and i went to arbys. while chase and noah went to taco bell. took us about 30 minutes to eat. we ate alittle to fast if you ask me, but after that we went to a classic spot. we just call them the 5s and the 8s. which in turn, are 5 stairs and 8 stairs. but to our misfortune, since it was friday there was a sha-bang-a-bang of mexicans playing soccer. noah and i tried to skate the 5s, but these two little kids were playing handball on the wall by the 5s. fuckers. i didnt do shit, noah atleast pop shuv'd them. it started to get to dark, so i took justin home and went back to nikki's because chase had to go to work by 8. after chase left, noah and i went to nikki's new apartment because her roomates were out of town. nikki had abunch of people over later that night too. not to name drop but, yasmin, lisha, geo, MOLL, aaron, jessica, phil, rené, jackie and kevin. not to bad. all i know is, we played way to much super smash brothers on n64. done.
Saturday- i forgot to mention that it rained on friday night. so it was so wet in the morning to skate. i went over to anf's house to hangout with him. i have not seen him in a long time. we played smash bros for quite awhile. his mom made us all breakfast. and by us, i mean nik, anf, myself and danielle. it was really good food. i love caroline's food making skills. nothing else really happened. noah had to leave at 4 to go to his aunts house in malibu. chase went to LA with jared to see morrissey. anf left to go hangout with kyle and andrew. i just went over to jessica's and so did nikki. hungout there for a bit. then just decided i should go home.
Sunday- nothing happened during the day. but at around 8pm noah, chase and justin met up near me to skate the skatepark. the thing is, the skateparks lights are always on on sunday nights. but this sunday, they were not. total bust. so basically, i should have bought that damn generator. but we still skated the park for about an hour. after that, we went to the Albertsons up the street and skated the manual pad for about an hour. after that, i went inside Albertsons and got some food for home. now noah is back in SF, what a bitch.
-brandon
4 days
noah will be here tomorrow around 5pm. chase said he will pick him up. but more then likely i will be with chase too. i beleive tomorrow i will buy a generator. chase should buy the lights.
Simply Smashing on its way
-brandon
Pre-game show.
my legs hurt
chase came over today and we went to this school in fullerton? it was a spot roy told us about. but it was kinda alright. like, it was a bank but it was basically for regular. goofys had to ride up the hill unless you wanted to do backside. which is what i did. i got a kickflip and some gnar ollies. hah. i was trying fakie flip into the bank but it got to dark.
chase and i proceeded to a lovely eatery that sold an abundance of food. from chinese to hamburgers to mexican. it was insane. and really good and cheap.
we then went to the la habra skatepark since it was night time. chase wasnt really feelin it. but me on the otherhand was killin it. fucking everywhere. it was just chase myself and three other dudes. but then a shabangabang of people showed up. lame. but it wasnt to bad. i kinda met the three dudes that were originally there. they were pretty good. they said they come here almost every sunday. nice. i might do that myself.
long story short, my legs hurt.
also, the yeah yeah yeahs show was amazing.
-brandon
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female mechanic now on duty
I ditched work Monday night to go see THEE man MORRISSEY. it was delightful. splendid, actually. Still have the closing night to go too. Hopefully i still have a job at this point. Or maybe just a upper managment shafting..I skated solo style tonight in an empty parking lot with some Smiths/Sonic Youth going. Speed bumps and no comply 180's are fantasting. Fuck, Noah you need to get here quicker. That's all i got
P.S. mr. love
when you arrive
its HB park time
for all we know it could be gone by the
next time you come back
tisk tisk tisk
chase
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