It’s been less than five days since I made my knee into a Technicolor knee and I’m already tired of sitting. Being ready to skate for the Labor Day weekend and skating some buttery concrete keeps me on the elevate and ice regimen but it’s hard to sit.
Should I be editing video? Probably, but that seems to go with skating and the stoke of just having done it.
So I sit and read skate mags and wait to get back to the doing.
Lately the weather around here has been pretty damn amazing and so, subsequently, things have been quiet here in Oh My Back land. We have some good stuff planned and more videos to post but, frankly, we’d rather skate. In the Pacific Northwest of the USA we are damn spoiled with great places to skate so now that we finally have some sunshine we are going to take full advantage.
Stay tuned for more video and other mediocre crap. We are working towards a new run of shirts, posters to benefit Marginal Way and other lame crap.
In the midst of corporations and politicians trying to amassc every penny for themselves without regard to the rest of us out here in the world working for a living, I pause to contemplate the subculture that we mostly discuss here. This helps me to periodically ignore the aforementioned bullshit. Call it what you will, a distraction, a lifestyle or goofing off, skateboarding changes the way you look at life and that’s a good thing. It doesn’t matter if you are an aficionado of street, tranny, freestlye, slalom, downhill or whatever I think we can all agree that finding the line is important.
So in skating, like life, direction is key. The line. The line how you get up the on the sidewalk, over the wide crack, and up on to the ledge is in its own way similar to walking down a busy sidewalk, driving in traffic or planning your next career move. Finding how to get there in the best way possible. Sometimes it takes planning and sometimes just intuition to avoid obstacles; over, around, under or through. The path of least resistance or possibly powering through it.
Lines are not exclusive to skaters but I certainly know skating has translated into so much of my life that I’m always in one form or another, finding the line and then, refining it.