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Enjoyments in life; enjoyments on the computer. Looking at some dope shit and presenting it on the world wide web. Some people need this exposure cause the gift they were given should really be shown to the world. I am sure this is not the best outlet (on a blog), but I am doing my part in getting the word out. Not the first time I mentioned this Chinese noodle, but pop-shuv-late-flip master (aka many methods to his style aka the Yellow Ranger aka Robbie Wizzong) is in the process of setting up his portfolio website. And what is he smoking? Absolutely nothing! This is just natural talent. No drugs or butt sex involved. To sit there in front of a desk and to say “Hey, you know what would be dope? A fucking panda with octopus tentacles for legs, a shark fin on its back, rhino arms and walrus teeth. But the kicker! He would be holding a balloon all while feeling like he lost a bet with god and the result is to look like a piece of shit that was mangled together to be the PANDA CREATURE FROM COMPTON’S FECAL LAGOON!” Who has a mind like this anymore?! I once drew a monkey that stabbed himself with a banana but this is some serious next level ill shit. I had s chance to see most of his work so just wait till you see the other stuff. Bookmark his site and peep game later. And speaking of fecal, the Fecal Face gallery on Gough St. is having an opening reception tonight with collaborative print project between Michael Sieben and Nat Swope. Small gallery but should be dope coming from the Fecal Family.

Made a detour to the Minna Gallery after work. I think my first experience of the Minna Gallery was for the premiere of the Kayo Video (4 thumbs way down except for Aldemo with the body varial steez) with Lil’ Stevie and SF native Karl Watson. Not a trendy spot but I find art places never trendy and are always a place of change and reconstruction to compliment each painter/artist slue of work. Add some liqs and an indie band and you got some good vibes and hopefully some artwork sold so they can help support the artist heroin habit. Today’s work of affection comes from SF native’s Ferris Plock and Kelly Tunstall. I can never get art no more. Like who in their right mind draws an elephant on a ball while carrying another midget elephant in one hand, with a sack of a one foot peanut in the other. What ya’ll smoking! Need to hop on those drugs…..get lifted and scribble some epic shit to sell for millions. Check it out for yourself and tell me if you see something I am not.

Oh, and to further clear the clutter, I started my own personal photo blog away from the Fatlace one. Check it out: misterfongstarr.com (It looks like crap cause I don’t know jack about CSS)

Here’s the brand new course for the up coming Maloof Money Cup. This where the elite of the elite will throw down for the big cash. Pretty interesting park (if that is what you want to call it) but you can see how this is gear towards a contest then a general park itself. The first thing that came to mind when seeing this pic is almost like an Olympic swimming pool. The course is divided into 5 sections so I am assuming five skaters can simultaneously skate at the same time. Unless it’s like bowling where there is courtesy to allow one person to skate before the other person goes. But these session courses seem to be the new favorite ever since the X-Games did it back a couple of years ago (probably starting with the one in Philly at Love Park) but the Mountain Dew Tour seems to still have that BMX/Skateboard/Inline course with a lot of vert and transitions. Still, this will be a very interesting in competition with the X-Games plans to build a super park.

Just got the word from Wes on his new site going live. Check it out and give him your money in doing some legit work.

Two days till tequila sunrise aka the fake Mexican Independence Day (if you know you’re history, Cinco De Mayo is false display of a real Mexican holiday). I stuck to beers for apparent reasons. Big up to my boy Jose for the BBQ and the good times and for my boss of all bosses on giving me the lessons on how to hit and quit it with women. Apparently I have to learn to use my tongue better (according to the man that bagged his fare share of tramps in his life). Viva la Mexicao puto!

The Island…..apparently where hopes are dreams are still kept alive. Homeboy above was from Portland and had aspirations of being pro skater one day. Didn’t want to tell him that his skills weren’t up to par, so I let him live the dream for what it is. I am not one to say jack anyways and he was a nice kid and I support whoever has the drive to be what they want to be. Interesting topic though. Skating has become almost one of the most successful marketing concepts to date. Proof comes from the Maloof Bros. doing their own spin off of the X-Games and fronting over $400,000 of winnings to the skaters with the best run….courtesy of fortune 500 companies that are backing up this event and making extreme sport seem like a circus show. The drive of the Maloof Bros. is exploiting a good thing when it’s hot. You have some serious heavy hitting skaters that are confirmed on this event, ranging from the talented (Dennis Booze-N-Tits), to the famous (Mr. Dyrdek), to the infamous (Ryan Sheckler), or maybe I should say most hated but loved. In the long run, these skaters are marketable and talented, something I did not see in Mr. Portland up above. Being nice can get you so far but when you got a shitty look, (gay as it may sound), no one is going to slap your name on any shoe. Fuck! Wait…..there’s Cory Duffel. I retract what I say.

And FYI to my fellow SF skate junkies. After talking to some locals, skaters have been a big target lately in (supposedly) keeping the streets clean of whatever the hell skaters do. I heard they’re not even handing out tickets and are setting some dumb examples by cuffing skaters first and asking questions later. Rookie cops are trying to get some stripes in the force so beware where you mobb. On another related crappy note, I’ve also heard that the SF skate park will not open at its destined date of July 4^th. According to the Slap Boards, the city will not allow skaters to skate the park until the contractors have finished the park as a whole, which includes the soccer field that requires some serious overhaul. I am sure their will be some setups for a petition to follow but nothing is confirmed at this time. I’ll make sure to let you all know what’s up.

Kickin’ it with the roomie on a glorious Sunday afternoon (after a long night of drunkeness yesterday, thanks Michelle). Decided to cross the other bridge and have some lunch in the small town of Saucalito. Just talk jibber-jabber, suck on Mocha-Lattes, eat burgers and french fries….you know, shoot the breeze for what it is. Take ease into the wind and enjoy simple pleasures.

Then crusin’ down inland, we visited Fort Funston which is about a couple miles from Ocean Beach. The central hub for hang gliding in the Bay Area but for some apparent reason, there seemed to be an issue with the wind that grounded most aviators. Still, a sight to see for sure. This was actually a look out point for naval attacks by American enemies. The deck you see above is one of many base end stations that 3-4 soldiers would occupy during the time of World War II.

By the end of the day, I managed to end up at the new Volcom store in Berkeley where they had a past showing for Todd Bratrud lizard bitches. Taking naked green women to a whole new level, even surpassing the weirdness of  captain Kirk boning those green whores in that one Star Trek episode where he played with some furry balls. Still, dope shit and like most famous well known artist, you just need to find your nitch in the industry and maybe one day you’ll end up making some lizard print bikini outfit and have your own trucker hat to boot. Go figure…right? Check out the show at the shop in Telegraph and grab a signed screen print of your favorite lizard girl for only $25.

And is sneaker culture  huge? Huge enough to make a play  about it? You got it! Just as a plug and an FYI, Emerging Works presents “Sole Addiction. Can’t Stop Won’t Stop”, a play written by Kevin Palafox, Benji Carver and Kevin Palafox. Shows starting on April 29th, 30th and May 1st, 2nd, and 3rd at Chabot College at the Little Theater Bulding #1300. Start time is at 7:30pm with a $5 admission with all proceeds going back to the theater department. Shouts to Kevin for the good looks and good luck on the big stage. 

Near the coast line of Ocean Beach lies a shop that holds one of the most intimate art exhibits I have ever been to (It’s literally the size of a closet). If you are in the graphic design biz, skate biz or just a fan of art in general, I am sure you must have heard Geoff Mcfetridge before. His style is simple, but if you really look at the genius of his work, it’s always instilled in the messages that he sends to his viewers. Straight slayen them with the iconography kid! Check out the exhibit at the Mollusk Surf Shop and buy one of their fresh custom tees (100% hot organic freshness to save the earth dude!)

Late post but passed by my boy Wes‘ (and a handful of others) mural on Haight St. on 4/20. I know everyone (Bay heads) has seen this one time or other when shopping for records or getting kicks but now you can put a name to tag. On an unrelated note, Wes’ brother is none other then Bay tablist Mike Relm from the now defunked Supernatural Turntable Artists with Streak and Swift Rock. Hip-hop runs thick in their blood I guess. Both got skills to pay the bills! And on the opposite side of Haight near Stussy SF is a piece by Ghost. Dude had a show there a couple of months ago so I assume they let him go off and do a legal to promote the show. He actually has another show right now going on in Seattle at the BLVD Gallery. Peep the pics here via Hypebeast.

This store was poppin’ on the national day of smoking trees. Never would have seen the day where you can look up a shop in the phone book and find Puff Puff Pass. Blunted entrepeneurs at its finest. 

I decided to take my new face out for a spin. Test the theory if “chicks dig scars” or see if I can get some sympathy pains from others. Probably play the Iraqi war prisoner role or the battered house husband. I think it would have been a lot cooler if it wasn’t so noticeable on my face. You know, a nice bullet wound to the hip, knife stab to the shoulder, or billy-club to the knee caps. Bust it out like it was a new tattoo in the middle of conversations. All would have been more suffice, but instead it was a “scrape face on floor and wall while strolling my frail ass into the unknown parts of San Francisco, full of blood, puke on the sneaks, staggering like a little bitch…and not remembering a damn thing” type deal. Needless to say, redemption was the best medicine for recovery…and it came in the form of the Midnight Juggernauts.   

This is not the first rock show I’ve been to. Granted that this was the first FREE one that I have ever gone to (sign up on the Going.com e-mail listing) that was on a Wednesday, but I really didn’t see anything out of the ordinary that I wasn’t going to be ready for. First note, and I hate to say it cause it makes me sound like an ass of some sorts, but people who go to rock shows can’t dance if their life depended on it. They kind of all looked like Spike Jonze in the Fat Boy Slim video. And seriously, don’t get me wrong. Kudos (there’s that word again) to these drunken idiots cause they made the place jumpin’ and even gave it more of a hip-hop steez. I mean battle dancing doesn’t require t-flairs and pop-lock-and-drop-it type moves. Wiggle that dead left leg like that shit was on fire and jump up and down in seizer like symptoms. It’s the fucking shit man! Like total reckless body motions that didn’t bounce to the beat for nothing. And not just one or two of them, but like the collective of people that were there. I have a new feel for house music…and the Lil-Wayne Lollipop redux wasn’t caught on by most but I heard it a mile a way. So the band…YES THE BAND! It wasn’t cause it was free, it wasn’t cause the lead had a synthesizer like T-Pain, it wasn’t cause the lead singer’s main choice of weaponry was the electric piano….these guys are seriously good! The way I can describe them is a rock band with a beat. Very up-tempo style with a splash of lights house with a dash of 80’s pop. It’s definitely a new style of music that I don’t normally listen to (signs of maturity on my part) but music is all emotion, and this stuff just makes me want to do the seizure dance rather then the Soldier Boy. Check out their myspace for future shows and for you LA heads, they will be at Coachella with that dude the Artist formerly known as Prince that is now called Prince formerly know as the Artist.     

….of a complete  dumb-ass! It sure comes as a complete surprise when a bum is giving you a band-aid and you have no fucking clue that your face is covered in blood from alcohol numbness. Probably more reason to not drink no more. All this happened on the way home from a tequila bar…..and I have no clue on the specifics. I am going to tell people that I fought ten guys instead of the truth about how I was scraping my face on the cement wall. This shit sucks……….

If you guys live in Northern Cali, I pray to whatever God that you pray to that you were out and about doing something with your life. It hit about 80 degrees out here in SF and the nights have just been awesome. Whether it’s a walk at night, checking out a festival, watching your cousin play her basketball game, and/or skateboard with your homie….bottom line, get out and have fun! Spring is here and summer is on its way….