Life comes at you fast. Blink and it's gone.

I didn't have a Geocities site. My first personal website (coded entirely in notepad, bitches) was hosted on my ISP's server because they gave me a whopping 2 megabytes of storage and ftp access back in 1997. Yet, when I heard Yahoo! was shutting down Geocities, I felt a surprising amount of nostalgia.

Geocities, for those unfamiliar with it, was a free web host where you could basically make a website about anything you damn well pleased with no regard for design aesthetics or proper HTML coding. It was part of the internet's early, wild-west phase. Geocities sites were often ridiculed for being ugly, never updated, and swarming with "under construction" .gif images that never really meant anything was being worked on.

It was also a precursor to the slew of "social networking" sites, blogs, etc. that everybody enjoys (or is completely sick of) today. There were other similar hosting services, but Geocities seems to have been the first one to really attract a large number of people to put up something on the internet for the world to see, resulting in a beautiful mess of blinking text, dancing hamsters, and general midi renditions of hit songs.

There were Guestbooks, which evolved into today's comment boxes. Webrings, connected sites kind of like your friend network on Facebook, only under the pretense of sharing some thematic similarity with each other. Annoying, badly placed animated images and overblown use of every possible HTML trick which became Myspace. *rimshot!*

Before the sites went under the virtual wrecking ball, a number of projects (and users) scrambled to save and archive as much as they could. Seemed an odd thing to be concerned with at first. Then it suddenly occurs to me how everything is seems to be digital now and it's easy to copy and archive, but equally easy to lose forever. Historians study letters and journal entries from normal people in different eras to understand how they lived. Since everything we do exists in the digital world, is any of what we're saying going to even going to stick around that long?

More importantly, did I just write that entire thing about geocities? Getting lost in my own head would be more fun if I didn't talk to myself so much.

Mo' blogging by moblogging.

The alien overlords have seen fit to grant me power to blog from my phone. So I will be doing so.

Annoyingly, VZ adds stuff as seen below... I shall be deleting this superfluous text accordingly. Unless the big V decides to pay me... In which case, being a capitalist, I'll leave it there. But I voted for Obama, so I must be a socialist... Truly I am a walking contradiction.

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Nobody asks if I'm a Ninja

I don't draw nearly enough anymore. I don't blog as much as I would like either. This way, I get back on track with both. Or neglect both in a more efficient manner...

The Sketchy Life

Done in about 20 minutes with my trusty fountain pen and not scanned, but photographed because my old ass scanner is "teh suck".

Careful of the wheels... They bite.

I thought I was shredding the gnar. Turns out it was getting ready to shred me. One of my simultaneous talents and downfalls is that I like to take things apart, mess with setups, settings, etc. Sometimes when you take something apart, then put it back together, you end up with extra pieces. Not always a good thing. In this case, it was the risers on my skateboard. Slim sheets of rubber that serve the fairly important purpose of keeping the wheels from biting and throwing the rider onto the asphalt.

Yes, I know there are risers on that board already. It needs two layers. Yes that is a hunk of paint from the board on the wheel. Make sure you're dialed-in before you go bombing those hills kiddies.

Pyramids

Am I back to blogging? Maybe. The blog below is posted parallel on my myspace one which I dislike, but keep around because people actually read it. This one is the directors cut, with a picture and corrected typos. It's also in HD.

On Saturday, I fell and skidded on my side about ten feet down a wooden pyramid before hitting the floor like the lower ninety percent of an Aztec sacrifice. I got up and my board was gone. It took a second before I finally spotted it about a third of the way across the skate park wedged between a quarter pipe and a second wooden pyramid. Some kid knee-boarding on a Sector9 had stopped and was staring at it, like it had fallen from the sky, a sign from the skateboard gods.

I'm not sure if the structures like the one I just fell from have a proper skateboarding name. Imagine an Egyptian Pyramid with the upper section sliced off and flattened into a platform for UFO's to land on in preparation for their crew's all-important probing missions. I plucked my board out like a lesser sword-in-the-stone and made my way back to the top of the platform. The fall didn't tick me off as much as the fact that I'd been skating for only half an hour and I was winded. Made me feel old. That and the fact that I suck at this now.

The whole thing started when I decided to try skateparks again. There's one by my office and I thought it would be a cool alternative to just doing a gym workout in the same building I'm cooped up in for most of the day. That park (Carmel Valley) is smooth concrete and uncrowded when I drop by because the kids have to go to school and learn about things they probably don't care about. Suckers. After two sessions at the place, I realized I had the bug again.

I started skateboarding when I was about 14 through about 23 when the appeal just kind of faded away to me. Then, something like two years ago I went snowboarding and it kind of came back. I bought a longboard and rode that around for a while before my inability to maintain focus on anything at all caused my interest in that to wane as well. It's an ongoing problem with me.

But now the desire was back for skating (for now anyway). I decided to try another skate park, this one only about five minutes from my house (if I flew there, avoiding shitty drivers and traffic lights). It's larger than my lunch break skate park, but about a third of it is made out of wood, which means it's not in the greatest condition after it's rained.

Another kid, probably about half my age eats shit trying to kickflip a set of stairs on the other end of the park. It looks far worse than my fall, but the little bastard gets up and shakes it off like nothing. The place is getting crowded now. No lines to be had. I try to find some anyway and almost run over the kid on the Sector9 before deciding call it a day and head to my car.

When I was tossing my helmet into my car I noticed the part that covers the left side of my head was pretty scratched up from the fall earlier. Nice. I don't know why I keep coming back to skateboarding. Maybe because it's one of those things that doesn't lie to you. Truth is, I think most people spend an average of fifty percent of their interactions with other people lying or hiding something or trying to "tell it like it is" while actually telling it like they want it to be.

Sometimes I need a break from that shit. I've realized that when I'm on a board, if I don't land a trick, it's because I need to practice more. If I'm are winded after less than half an hour, it's because I'm out of shape. If I crash, I did something wrong. It's simple and uncomplicated. Yet I'm able to write a long, rambling blog about it.