I find a lot of dead birds on the ground outside my etnies office. That's cuz they fly into the window (seen below) at high velocities and die. So much for that "green initiative" our company is promoting. I guess we need to install some anti-bird-murdering glass now or something.
This 'lil guy was today's victim. I'm gonna write him a haiku eulogy in his honour, before his soul passes on the the next world:
Cute little birdie
I'm sorry 'bout the window
Learn to fuckin' fly
Got to finally spend a ton of time on the road with Dominik Dietrich on the etnies trip to Phoenix Am a few weeks back. Quiet, humble, funny. Love the kid. He's back home in Austria right now, rockin' it in his camper. He skates pretty badass too.
Paul Rodriguez was killing it at Tampa. The nollie heel noseslide you see in here. That was first try. He didn't do it in practice all weekend. Not that I saw anyway. Had that run been flawless and he not missed th w switch flip, I think the top three would have been totally different.
Due to the ultra mega stupendous success of the Rob & Big show on MTV, here's my blatant attempt at rounding up Google search matches and hits by the millions and taking over the blogosphere! Rob Drydek! Big Black! Rob & Big!
No but seriously, I I got to know Rob a bit while I worked at DC a few years ago. He's a funny and amazing character. I was stoked to see him in Tampa again and he really did rip harder than I ever expected. Having him and the cameras there...
I wonder how much of the world is freaking out right now. Perhaps many conspiracy theorists or military buffs think Osama Bin Laden is behind it. Ladies and gentleman, we have elevated from an Amber to a Red Alert!
Crazy Like A Fox: Inside the mind of Little Loca
By Rob Brink
Missbehave, April 2007
Twenty-two year old Stevie Ryan looks like Sherilyn Fenn. This is hella distracting since I'm a lot obsessed with Twin Peaks. LittleLoca, on the other hand—Stevie's YouTube video blogging, virginity-bearing, 4.0 GPA-having, dark lipstick and hoop earring-rocking, opinionated-yet-irresistible chola alter-ego—does not. But she's ridiculously hot, too. Sure, critics are gonna be critical saying Stevie, a white girl, is getting all racialist portraying a Latina, but she swears up and down that Loca is an homage. Stevie jocked the shit outta the Latin girls she went to high school with in Victorville, California. A town where the 24-hour Wal-Mart had to change its hours of operation due to crime, where the per capita income is just shy of $15,000, and where Ms. Ryan—like a whole slew of ya'll—started loving that dark lipliner.
Ripping. Peter Ramondetta and Nick Dompierre get me stoked. Watch the footy, Nick landed all the backside noseblunts down the rail in a row, in between other people's runs. It took him about 5 or 6 tries, then once he made one, the rest happened first go. Pretty impressive considering he was standing on the platform for about two minutes between each try. My legs would lock up like a motherfucker. Not that'd I'd ever be able to back noseblunt anything in the first place.
Kat Von D's Ink
By Rob Brink
Missbehave, April 2007
Usually we love nothing more than to gawp and nosily inquire about the inked embellishments of our favorite celebrity tattooees. This time we look to 24-year-old, Mexican-born, heavy metal and Beethoven-loving; Los Angeles-residing-and-adoring star of TLC's Miami Ink Katherine Von Drachenberg for the other perspective. Kat's first tattoo came at age 14. Fast-forward two years to early 1996, and her first attempt at needle wielding—a Misfits skull done with homemade equipment. A decade later, Ms. Von D is on TV, tattooing all over the world, chilling in Bam Margera's Lamborghini, designing her own clothing line, marrying fellow artist Oliver Peck, appearing in H.I.M. music videos and getting ready to take it even further. But not before sharing a little bit about her divergent experiences as a tattoo artist with Missbehave…
Santi White, the singer, had her first performance at a mock hair salon fashioned from a bathroom closet. She was 7. "I had hair supplies and perfumes all lined up on the floor, and drew a couple pictures for the walls," begins the Philly-bred, Bed Stuy-residing songwriter, "I think I even put up 'Grand Opening' flyers around my block and was kinda bummed when no one but my little brother came on the big day." Couple years after her humble entrée into a tough business Santi White, at 9, began writing songs. "I never wanted to be a performer or anything," says White. "But it makes sense [since] I really hate office jobs."
