go to yuanshan. skate at the ampitheatre. this is misspelled. so was that, probably. rmj came up there but didnt like the roughness of the spot. it's  a lot of circles with ledges on the edges. you throw down, and roll down a little hill, ollie up a curb, and have a long greazy ledge to do what you want with. it's curved.
anyway, we went to the the square spot, by there, it's stone cubes about knee high. they're rounded, really rounded, but surprisingly fun. Then we skate the slappyu curb because it was there, and then blasted across town to the black stone ledge at the temple, because wm was there. it's a long stone 3 stair, like 200m. there is a black stone horinoontal monolith by there, which was bizarrely hard to grind, but it went alright for the slides. then some other things got skated in the night but i dont really have time to disclose all of that, since it's sunrise in the tropics and its 5am.

People with opinions should shut the fuck up

My favorite concert was a free show. It was Mother's Day and Jw got on stage and started ranting about mothers and how people talk to them, and he insisted that the first thing we do when we got home was call our mother and tell her you love her. Then there was a lot of feedback and they made some noise. It was good. 

We got back highbei city and I couldn't skate, but I went out for a walk anyway. I called my mother but she didn't answer. I called my grandfather but he didn't answer either. I called my sister and she msgd back "board game." 

I went for a beer walk, first for a month, and found a trio of skateboard players under the bridge learning how to Ollie. The moon hangs dirty and yellow in the sky, which is thick with filth. I can see one star, that I think is Jupiter. I played kalabash criminel and wandered down the road until I got lazy and stopped at a bus stop bench. Traffic is going by so fast that the whole shelter shivers with the change in air pressure, mostly from taxis. There are no laws whatsoever about speeding in Taiwan. In fact, I'm pretty sure that there is no word for going too fast. I'm waiting on the Ferrari / lambo pair that race through my neighborhood at 2am so I can pelt them with my empty. 

The flash of hate passes with the brutality of a taxi and now I'm pretty sure I would even pebble their windshield as they went by. Maybe it's because I changed over to burial. A song called fostercare. 

Watched some internet video clips of skating. Fuck, there is a reason we don't do this sober. It's fucking garbage. Skating happens when it happens. If you film that shit, you're a creep, even if you make money off it. But if you don't, you're a fucking pervert. Scumbags are all around. When you skate, let it happen. If you see someone filming, go up and focus their camera. Unless it's a still film camera. Still photos, of frozen time, don't warrant violent drunken smashing because they are so primitive that they're cool. They aren't some digital cumswap that tries to make you feel like you were part of the session. Real film is a statement of aggression to the viewer, that they weren't there, and they missed it, and they need to skate better, or else. I'm not sure about how this makes me feel about film video (looking at you polar) but I'll have another tb and let you know.

Ok film video is less worse than digital. The truth is, very few things deserve to be filmed in skating. Fewer things than ever before. But more and more footage is dribbling onto the Internet. I could take my own advice, which is, if something on the internet pisses you off, the. Ignore it, but complaining is more self aggrandising. Also, there is an honest, troll-less thing to say here: stop fucking filming too much. Film the street, not the skatepark where someone did the same trick 20 years ago. If it isn't unique, don't film it, you dickhead. 

I wish it cost $1 to film every attempt. 

I traveled 300 km to skate curbs all day and it was awesome

This was my first 33 degree skate day, without much shade. Last night we dashed to 彰化 for the weekend to hang out with the family andfor her to do some shopping. I woke up late and had an elaborate lunch. The forecast said 80% thunderstorms all afternoon, so I just went to the round curbs, because it's right outside the front door. I learned a few new slappy things and eventually made the trek up the hill, since the sky stayed clear of rain. It didn't stay clear of pm2.5, but that's Taiwan. Noone was skating at the DIY spot, so all the ramps and rails and so on were chained up. So I went to the grey curbs and kept skating curbs. The spot is a 300m long pair of painted curbs with plastic coping on the corner. I've been progressively waxing the length of them for years. Today was a good day for waxing, and this activity drew a crowd. Nothing attracts people in Taiwan like other people, so pretty soon I had families semi-hostile faces glaring at me. It was a chorus of hocking and spitting (I'm guessing the pollution encourages that here, since I'm pretty sure they weren't chinese tourists). They liked ** *********, and ** **s, and especially *********s, and broke their angry blank expressions to cheer when I landed any of those, but they didn't seem to care about me landing my first ***** ******* ** **********. Oh well. Then I bombed the hill back home, but I left early, so traffic was a lot heavier than anticipated, and at one moment, I tried to run it out, like a coward. This isn't usually advisable. Now my knee hurts. Fuck it. Time for yakitori.

another day, another day session at the bridge

Because of the rainy forecast, I went to the bridge. The rain never showed up. The dayshift crew did. One has a baby in a stroller that watches ** ******s, and another has a very outgoing three year old who is now my closest friend at the bridge. He can't understand that I can't understand what he is saying, which makes for hilarious situations, but when I can understand, we talk about the names of skateboard parts, colors, numbers, and loud cars. He's a pretty awesome teacher. I've had worse.

His dad and friends set up the flatbars in a sketchy kink. I was happy that someone was doing something a little bit creative under the bridge. I didn't try it. Those shits slide out unexpectedly. The day got dark, the lights came on, the rain never came, and I cruised home to tacotaco and brought back burritos and quesidillas, like a good hunter-gatherer.

rainy season

It's the rainy season so every session has to be within five minutes of a bridge or you risk getting torrentially soaked and not skating at all. It's claustrophobic.

I forgot every trick I learned in the last two years

Sukkottosan invited me to try again a couple of days later, and the results were only marginally better. One of the guys my age brought his three year old son, so I practiced my chinese with him. He's way better at colors than me, but I'm pretty good at counting. I stacked up some water bottles and practiced ** *****s and was doing about as well as regular ones.  I went out cruising on my own afterwards, but without much confidence in any tricks.

iron legs

I got invited to meet up at teh bridge for a street skate but after an hour of skating around trying to warm, I just gave up. to make things worse, every trick vanished when I put on new shoes. I thought I had outgrown that.