Stuff Smoking

why?

2011-11-01T23:37:00.000-07:00

This word has plagued my mined for so many years. Why does this work the way it works? Why do I act the way I act? Why do I love the people I love? This one word carries so much power that I haven't wrapped my mind around why I exists. What is our purpose? What does humanity mean? Were we created out of chance? I believe so. Just recently Jupiter the Earth and the Sun was aligned. What does that mean?
To me this means an insignificance in the human race as a whole. Who or what is to say how we live our lives. I will admit that I'm not educated and I have no real grasp on reality. I feel that reality is a placebo. We believe in simple ideologies that make us keep living. I have asked this question for many years; why don't I have control over my life. I feel that the person I am is not represented by the life I live. To be honest I can equate death with life. To be living is to be dead. Being dead means darkness. Being alive means darkness. This reasoning can be attributed to the universal truth that we will be left in a darkness that is infinite.

The question why has plagued my minded for many years... My religious beliefs has made me to believe that I'm here to procreate. This has been ingrained into my head since childhood. I've completed this task to an extent, but has been stalled by the opposite party. There are to many uncertainties in life to plan for.
I really do not know what the purpose of this post is... I'm a drunk who struggles day to day. I'm a person who makes mistakes, but has the best intentions. I love my family and friends. I've acted selfishly most of my life, and I can't change the past, but I can shape my future.

-NastyNate

Ben Gore for HiFi Wheels

2011-10-19T10:54:00.001-07:00

Jimmy Lannon: Dango is Dead

2011-10-19T10:27:00.001-07:00

Jimmy Lannon - Dango is Dead by HippieJump

check it fools follow wallow

2011-09-17T03:34:00.001-07:00

http://wastefacesrus.tumblr.com/

John Rob Moore: A Happy Medium 2

2011-08-12T15:59:00.001-07:00

Josh Hawkins: A Happy Medium 2

2011-08-12T15:54:00.001-07:00

Holy shit.

White People Problems

2011-06-25T13:15:00.000-07:00

Complaining about getting your order wrong at a restaurant and not politely telling the waiter about it. So you wait, pissed, chatting with your group/your shitty/ girlfriend/wife about how crappy the service is here. As time passes, you grow increasingly frustrated and you're intermittently taking it out on the waiter, who had nothing to do with the construct of your over-priced and shitty food. Every time he comes by, you say nothing about what you've ordered but you shoot quips at him about how hes not doing his job "up to par" (white people love using golf lingo in everyday situations). As you finish, you're pissed---your night is ruined. You go to pay and you finally say, "you got my order wrong blah blah blah....i want a discount or a refund". They give it to you, your meal fully comped and you leave, without giving the waiter a tip.

Piss.

2011-04-27T04:24:00.000-07:00

It really baffles me how a man that has been pissing with over fifty years of experience can miss the toilet.

This was the deciding factor of my death.

You may ask yourself "How is this possible, Mr. Narrator?"

Simple! I say! Simple as putting your keys into the ignition of the car you once drove. Simple as having that one extra beer you used to enjoy. Simple as fucking breathing in fact. I'm pretty sure my instance of death is very much like most falls that happen in the bathroom and some are even fortunate enough to survive.

It has happened to you, probably most frequently in the shower. You let one foot up and whoops! You almost fall but you catch yourself and say something about how close that was.

I didn't have that opportunity. Let me paint the picture.

I had just got home from work at about 230 am and was doing nighttime routine so I don't break out or wake up with sore teeth. My knee had been killing me from running around an office building for 9ish hours earlier and i decide to stretch it out. I pull left leg up and do the balance hop and what do you know? I slip on the wet floor and get severe blunt force trauma on the way down. You know that little nubby spot on the back of your skull that feels super sensitive and sometimes imagine horrible, penetrate-y things destroying this guy? My skull got shattered there, sending bits of fragmented skull into my occipital lobe. With Mr. O.L. being destroyed, I instantly go blind and I can feel the blood pooling around me and there isn't a fucking thing I could do. I couldn't move. My thoughts? My girlfriend, my mom, my friends, my little brother who will find me in the morning and my dad's piss that left me in this situation. The coroner will determine it as blunt force trauma that did me in and won't find the piss that had dried. They will rule it as an accident as they do all of these bathroom mishaps and I will be added to the household injuries----->bathroom accident statistic and the best part is that no one will know what happened. But let me tell you something, there is one other person who knows what happened; I told him to aim a little bit fucking better next time he took a piss in the hall bathroom.

Mad Scientist Part 1!!

2011-04-16T15:11:00.000-07:00

He stood in his lab, lighting each smoke with the one before. Observing his work, he was filled with something close to pride. The bomb was small enough to fit in a briefcase and could kill millions if placed in the right spot. Say, a metropolitan city would do just fine. But the bomb was intended for just one, and if it killed more in the process the news would say terrorism, collateral damage, tragedy. These words meant little to the man, the one in the lab who chain smokes without discretion. He was unconcerned with worldly matters, taxes and television and parties, that was all Earthly bullshit. This was war, and there wasn't time for such things that did nothing. He lived for something bigger than himself, unknown to his fellow citizens who would die for the love of a single person, which is really dying for the self. They knew nothing and He knew nothing, only that he loved his laboratory. The instruments clicking and humming, all this work only to destroy. He was having doubts, but nothing substantial enough to change his mind. He wore glasses and hated contacts. He suffered from cluster headaches and took Tylenol 3 for them, a bit of Codeine to smooth out the edges. His veins were dark and scarred from needles and one ear was missing a piece, from a knife fight he could no longer recollect.

Justin Brock Southern Comfort.

2011-03-15T13:10:00.000-07:00

Breakout part from a true southern gentleman.

2nd Nature: Eclectic

2011-03-14T12:07:00.000-07:00

Full part from Brian Brown! Awesome video, has a true homie vibe.

2nd nature-ECLECTIC from 2nd Nature Skateboarding on Vimeo.

2011-03-07T22:44:00.000-08:00

Yo niggaz, i got a new computer. so i'm back in action finally..

my email..

mhbrews@gmail.com

holler.
party

The Flash Fiction Offensive: Burning Nostrils by Cory Bennet.....

2011-03-04T14:09:00.000-08:00

The Flash Fiction Offensive: Burning Nostrils by Cory Bennet.....

Expedition One: Madness

2011-03-01T13:16:00.001-08:00

EXPEDITION-ONE - MADNESS from KAYOTV on Vimeo.

Kyle Nicholson

2011-02-27T13:26:00.001-08:00

Sk8Mafia Saturdays 2/26/11

2011-02-27T10:47:00.000-08:00

Organika Welcomes Josh Anderson

2011-02-25T17:30:00.001-08:00

Skateboarding and Jazz

2011-02-25T14:16:00.000-08:00

Welcome To Es: Josh Matthews

2011-02-17T13:28:00.001-08:00

Welcome To Es: Kevin Terpening

2011-02-17T10:06:00.000-08:00

Life Splicing No. 001 w/ Kevin Terpening

2011-02-17T10:01:00.000-08:00

New thing Alien Workshop is putting out. Newest am on AWS.

Josh Kalis: Epicly Later'd Episode 3

2011-02-17T09:50:00.000-08:00

One of the best Later'd episodes i've seen in a long time.

CALISKATZ Day @ Ceres Skatepark

2011-02-16T19:45:00.000-08:00

Not right that the shop closed down. Remember to ONLY support your local skater-owned and operated shops.

Rob Mason

2011-02-16T19:34:00.000-08:00

From his Slap "Who?" interview.

Evan Bland Edit

2011-02-16T16:23:00.001-08:00

Evan is one of my good friends and kills it on the plank. He's a hilarious dude with a really smooth, effortless style and it's hard not to have a good time when you're with him. So here's a wicked sweet part of Evan killing it at the Vacaville Park and a few other local spots. The Back tail bigspin in the Costco line is proper.

Jeremy Murray Mag Minute

2011-02-16T16:19:00.001-08:00

Awesome style. Enjoy.

Turf And Destroy

2011-02-16T15:46:00.000-08:00

TURF AND DESTROY from TURFglobal on Vimeo.

Snake Smokin'

2010-12-22T22:32:00.000-08:00

Apparently, the snake knows how to smoke.

Dead Fish Smokin'

2010-12-22T22:29:00.002-08:00

Turtle Smokin'

2010-12-22T22:29:00.001-08:00

Monkey Smokin'

2010-12-22T22:24:00.000-08:00

2010-10-28T23:58:00.001-07:00

for those who can still ride an airplane for the first time from Anis Mojgani on Vimeo.

Mexican

2010-10-17T12:18:00.001-07:00

irish

2010-09-29T22:19:00.000-07:00

Evil is even, truth is an odd number, and death is a full stop.

fuck the phone, your facebook is tapped

2010-09-22T16:01:00.000-07:00

Base.
How low can we go?
Fuck the Beatles, I'm an animal
An upright ape with opposable thumbs
To hold the clubs
To hold the guns
Swing low sweet chariot
God bless my DNA
Drunk drive my Chevy to the levee
Let the flood come and sweep me away
No this ain't the apocalypse
It's the way shit has always been
From Sodom to Saddam
Attila to Tienenmen
A quarter million years of human being
A quarter million years as a human stain
We use ten percent of our gorgeous brains
And leave the rest up to cocaine
Lucy in the sky
Got her hands on a new shotgun
Lucy in the sky
Got her hands on a Remington
Lucy in the sky
Her shiny diamonds drenched in blood
And I know where the wild things are
Don't look far
Don't look far
'Cause I got wisdom in my teeth
And terror in my wars
Yes, I know where the wild things are
Don't look far.
Don't look far.
There's a reason that it's hard to look in the mirror.
There's a reason that it's hard to go to the zoo
And there's a reason you want to pry open the cage
See, you should be there, too.

Real High Voltage Tour

2010-09-18T12:43:00.000-07:00

Beamer,Benz or Bentley.
North Carolina tour stuff.
The Real team kill it.

alien vs predator

2010-09-09T18:42:00.001-07:00

Two Paths for the Novel

2010-09-09T10:53:00.000-07:00

Interesting article about lyrical realism falling short.

"These aren’t particularly healthy times. A breed of lyrical Realism has had the freedom of the highway for some time now, with most other exits blocked. For Netherland, our receptive pathways are so solidly established that to read this novel is to feel a powerful, somewhat dispiriting sense of recognition. It seems perfectly done—in a sense that’s the problem. It’s so precisely the image of what we have been taught to value in fiction that it throws that image into a kind of existential crisis, as the photograph gifts a nervous breakdown to the painted portrait"

Two Paths for the Novel | The New York Review of Books

Ah, the sound of my youth

2010-09-08T13:08:00.001-07:00

And your guts are 23 feet long!

2010-09-08T11:20:00.001-07:00

fog

2010-09-07T21:59:00.001-07:00

a thick fog is rolling over the hills
and the sound of the jet engine is setting the mood
for this cold september night
the smoke corkscrews out of my mouth and i realize
i dont want more
i dont want less
something is missing but i dont give a shit.

A Season in Hell

2010-08-30T18:49:00.000-07:00

Primus Live @ Outsidelands 2008

2010-08-22T11:29:00.000-07:00

If you can't down with this you are a strange person. Starts off with YYZ then goes into Here Come The Bastards. Watch all 9 parts of the video, best concert video i've ever seen.

Howl

2010-08-04T20:18:00.001-07:00

read this

2010-08-03T08:46:00.000-07:00

"I came to Comala because I had been told that my father, a man named Pedro Páramo, lived there."

cubicle gangster

2010-07-26T17:07:00.000-07:00

Goldenboy

Smith & Suarez

them old devils

2010-07-22T14:02:00.001-07:00

SNL Commercials

2010-07-15T18:14:00.001-07:00

If you're like me, you love SNL. If you're not like me and don't like SNL, you fucking suck. Hopefully you'll change your mind after seeing these.

Colon Blow

Oops i crapped my pants.

Woomba

Hibernol

hell yaaaa

2010-07-15T15:37:00.000-07:00

Stuff You Don't Know (or maybe you do)

2010-07-15T11:02:00.000-07:00

Alright, my plan is with this is to post interesting facts that we all (im sure?) find interesting. Also I think we can learn stuff from these new posts. Entertaining yet informative. Party on.

1)Nanook is the Eskimo word for the Polar Bear
2)Eleven uppercase letters in the English alphabet are identical to their mirror image.
3)Alaska, Hawai'i, California and Washington all have active volcanoes.
4)Finland contains 60.000 lakes and has at least 30.000 islands off its shores.
5)Goulash is the specialty dish in Hungary.
6)Geneva, Switzerland, is the derivitive for the name of the drink GIN.
7)Not only being the saltiest bastard on earth, The Dead Sea also has the earth's lowest inland elevation point.
8)Merida, Mexico has over 20.000 windmills.
9)Andrew Jackson was the founder of the Democratic party in the U.S.
10)Plato Wrote and passed down the thoughts of Socrates.
11)Driving at 60MPH, it would take a little more than 176 years to travel the 93.000.000 miles to reach the sun.
12)If you were to drain all the water on earth, Hawai'i would have the tallest mountain measured from top to bottom.
13)Bernard Webb is Paul McCartney's pseudonym.
14)While he was president, Frankin Roosevelt always kept a GUN under his pillow.

New Think 2010 Promo.

2010-07-15T10:30:00.000-07:00

Goddamnit! It's about time Think had a legit team. Peep the promo and get a skate boner.

THINK 2010 from Street Corner Skate on Vimeo.

how about this one

2010-07-08T12:24:00.000-07:00

Back in '84

2010-07-08T12:05:00.001-07:00

arctic refuge!

2010-07-07T22:01:00.000-07:00

hey mates

2010-07-05T15:44:00.000-07:00

goin on a date with my plate full of hate.
my stomach turns at the sight of the thing.
it looks just like the back of my mind.
seeing it close up almost leaves me blind.
a fork made of fire.
a knife made of drugs.
it seems as if im staring straight.
into the face of my nemesis.
as it begins to wrap itself slowly around my point in time.
i feel the smoke seeping through my face.
into the backest blackest part of my brain.
so with a fork made of fire.
and a knife made of drugs.
i force feed myself.
on a plate full of hate.

HORSE the Band, Bitch.

2010-07-04T10:21:00.000-07:00

the 1st

2010-07-01T19:10:00.000-07:00

This song Rules: Across 110th Street-Bobby Womack

2010-06-30T13:19:00.001-07:00

sofia

2010-06-23T00:28:00.000-07:00

2010-06-21T13:35:00.000-07:00

cornel west is the man

2010-06-16T21:57:00.000-07:00

maybe next year...

2010-06-10T15:20:00.001-07:00

fractions man

2010-06-07T22:57:00.001-07:00

Mad Professor

2010-06-07T05:22:00.000-07:00

fellowship

2010-06-06T16:39:00.000-07:00

what do you mean a vomit situation?

2010-06-04T23:47:00.000-07:00

A salesman who shared his liquor and steered while sleeping ... A Cherokee filled with bourbon ... A VW no more than a bubble of hashish fumes, captained by a college student ...

And a family from Marshalltown who head-onned and killed forever a man driving west out of Bethany, Missouri ...

... I rose up sopping wet from sleeping under the pouring rain, and something less than conscious, thanks to the first three of the people I've already named--the salesman and the Indian and the student--all of whom had given me drugs. At the head of the entrance ramp I waited without hope of a ride. What was the point, even, of rolling up my sleeping bag when I was too wet to be let into anybody's car? I draped it around me like a cape. The downpour raked the asphalt and gurgled in the ruts. My thoughts zoomed pitifully. The travelling salesman had fed me pills that made the linings of my veins feel scraped out. My jaw ached. I knew every raindrop by its name. I sensed everything before it happened. I knew a certain Oldsmobile would stop for me even before it slowed, and by the sweet voices of the family inside it I knew we'd have an accident in the storm.

The man and the wife put the little girl up front with them and left the baby in back with me and my dripping bedroll. "I'm not taking you anywhere very fast," the man said. "I've got my wife and babies here, that's why."

You are the ones, I thought. And I piled my sleeping bag against the left-hand door and slept across it, not caring whether I lived or died. The baby slept free on the seat beside me. He was about nine months old.

... But before anyof this, that afternoon, the salesman and I had swept down into Kansas City in his luxury car. We'd developed a dangerous cynical camaraderie beginning in Texas, where he'd taken me on. We ate up his bottle of amphetamines, and every 80 often we pulled off the Interstate and bought another pint of Canadian Club and a sack of ice. His car had cylindrical glass holders attached to either door and a white, leathery interior. He said he'd take me home to stay overnight with his family, but first he wanted to stop and see a woman he knew.

Under Midwestern clouds like great grey brains we left the superhighway with a drifting sensation and entered Kansas City's rush hour with a sensation of running aground. As soon as we slowed down, all the magic of travelling together burned away. He went on and on about his girlfriend. "I like this girl, I think I love this girl--but I've got two kids and a wife, and there's certain obligations there. And on top of everything else, I love my wife. I'm gifted with love. I love my kids. I love all my relatives." As he kept on, I felt jilted and sad: "I have a boat, a little sixteen-footer. I have two cars. There's room in the back yard for a swimming pool." He found his girlfriend at work. She ran a furniture store, and I lost him there.

The clouds stayed the same until night. Then, in the dark, I didn't see the storm gathering. The driver of the Volkswagen, a college man, the one who stoked my head with all the hashish, let me out beyond the city limits just as it began to rain. Never mind the speed I'd been taking, I was too overcome to stand up. I lay out in the grass off the exit ramp and woke in the middle of a puddle that had filled up aroundme.

And later, as I've said, I slept in the back seat while the Oldsmobile--the family from Marshalltown--splashed along through the rain. And yet I dreamed I was looking right through my eyelids, and my pulse marked off the seconds of time. The Interstate through western Missouri was, in that era, nothing more than a two-way road, most of it. When a semi truck came toward us and passed going the other way, we were lost in a blinding spray and a warfare of noises such as you get being towed through an automatic car wash. The wipers stood up and lay down across the windshield without much effect. I was exhausted, and after an hour I slept more deeply.

I'd known all along exactly what was going to happen. But the man and his wife woke me up later, denying it viciously.

"Oh-no!"

"NO!"

In a minute the driver, who'd been slumped over the wheel, sat up and peered at us. His face was smashed and dark with blood. It made my teeth hurt to look at him--but when he spoke, it didn't sound as if any of his teeth were broken.

"What happened?"

"We had a wreck," he said...

BP oil spill goes too far

2010-06-04T14:22:00.000-07:00

cool deck

2010-06-03T22:41:00.001-07:00

nyc

2010-05-28T23:16:00.000-07:00

Flip

2010-05-28T07:31:00.001-07:00

videogioco-loop experiment from MILKYEYES -donato sansone on Vimeo.

ce mec lambeaux: leo valis

2010-05-21T10:00:00.001-07:00

Are you drinking?

2010-05-20T16:57:00.000-07:00

washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook
out again
I write from the bed
as I did last
year.
will see the doctor,
Monday.
"yes, doctor, weak legs, vertigo, head-
aches and my back
hurts."
"are you drinking?" he will ask.
"are you getting your
exercise, your
vitamins?"
I think that I am just ill
with life, the same stale yet
fluctuating
factors.
even at the track
I watch the horses run by
and it seems
meaningless.
I leave early after buying tickets on the
remaining races.
"taking off?" asks the motel
clerk.
"yes, it's boring,"
I tell him.
"If you think it's boring
out there," he tells me, "you oughta be
back here."
so here I am
propped up against my pillows
again
just an old guy
just an old writer
with a yellow
notebook.
something is
walking across the
floor
toward
me.
oh, it's just
my cat
this
time.

where can I buy this!!

2010-05-20T15:19:00.000-07:00

This Dude Shreds: Walker Ryan

2010-05-20T10:15:00.000-07:00

Walker Throwaway Trailer from theshufflvideo@gmail.com on Vimeo.

Comic Journalism

2010-05-18T12:33:00.000-07:00

Lengthy lecture with Joe Sacco. Pretty interesting learning about the process of making a book. 7 Years on his latest one.

want

2010-05-18T00:36:00.000-07:00

Rappin-4-Tay

2010-05-17T14:09:00.000-07:00

awesome

2010-05-12T13:26:00.001-07:00

Immortal

2010-05-11T08:50:00.000-07:00

Grant Taylor

2010-04-29T12:10:00.000-07:00

New STZ Track: White Love

2010-04-27T11:23:00.001-07:00

Dr. Dog

2010-04-23T14:20:00.000-07:00

Just got tickets to see these guys fo' free Tuesday. Take a listen.

bookworm

2010-04-21T12:38:00.000-07:00

Neato Gang

2010-04-21T11:21:00.000-07:00

http://io9.com/5514775/10-weirdest-urban-ecosystems-on-earth

RIP GURU

2010-04-20T21:35:00.000-07:00

Some Gangstarr videos.

"It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen"

2010-04-16T08:30:00.000-07:00

Say hello to The Zonders

woo

2010-04-15T14:16:00.001-07:00

T-Rex Smokin'

2010-04-13T12:27:00.000-07:00

John Rattray & Clint Peterson

2010-04-12T15:53:00.000-07:00

Something special with john and clint. johns last line on the mini is fucking epic.

Day in LA from friendlyfire on Vimeo.

Paper Skateboards

2010-04-11T14:53:00.000-07:00

this just showed up anonymously in my email, thought it was cool.

Skateboardanimation from Tilles Singer on Vimeo.

what if you're wrong!

2010-04-08T11:49:00.000-07:00

Floyd The Barber

2010-04-08T10:14:00.000-07:00

16 years ago today Kurt Cobain was found with a huge hole in his head.
This version of the song kicks major ass.
Party on.

New Build Us Airplanes

2010-04-08T10:13:00.000-07:00

heroine

2010-04-06T14:54:00.001-07:00

the fact that this video is so "controversial" is stupid as hell.

artifacts

2010-04-05T23:34:00.000-07:00

2010-04-05T20:35:00.000-07:00

"Desensitized" Dan Quintana & Brian Viveros.

pearl necklace teeter-totter.

happy easter

2010-04-04T10:39:00.000-07:00

to all tha pimps and playas out there stay doin their thang

raining

2010-04-02T14:01:00.000-07:00

Green Ramp of Awesome

2010-04-02T13:29:00.000-07:00

when i was in high school i bought these ugly ass navy blue heath kirchart emericas because i thought he was the shit.

everyone smokes, even this dumbass kid

2010-03-25T14:22:00.000-07:00

source, good photos