it's not rocket surgery: bikes, music, and bad commentary.
women’s elite race, us cyclocross nationals. hotttnesss.
sobs into keyboard (with happiness)
van-life:
Model: VW T2Westfalia,
Location: Pacific City, OR
Photo: Scurvy Knaves
Would you ever make a satire about the world we’re living in today?
Well that’s the part… I don’t know how to get at it. I mean, how do you get at it? I think if there’s anything, it’s about how people are becoming so disconnected from reality even though we live in a time when everything is connected. And that’s the irony of it. And that’s why I’ve got this house in Italy. When I’m there, I just do manual labor. Just physical work, and dealing with trees, birds, bugs, rocks.
And then I start talking to younger people and I realize that they don’t understand where things come from. They don’t understand how the system works. This is terrifying. They just are consumers, and that’s it. And that’s like the dream if Orwell had written the dream. We don’t live in a socialist or capitalist society; it’s a consumerist society, and nobody cares, as long as they’ve got their goodies. And if it’s well-designed, it’s even better [points to an iPhone on the table].
And yet at the same time we’re supposed to be getting cleverer and thinking. What may be happening is, I just think people are becoming neurons, and they’re just part of this big thing. Hollywood was always like this. A new idea pops into the system “Boom!,” all these neurons start firing, synaptic gaps are being leapt. And then it dies down and the next idea comes. It goes like that. And the world is becoming like that now.
unwound, live at the jabberjaw. maybe 1993? (drew gilbert (with bleached hair) is behind justin, leaning on the amp.)
insanely rad video of open Bs at bay area super prestige (basp) golden gate park cyclocross race 2011. via the always-rad hans kellner
in keeping with my last post - another seeming wes-anderson-ism…this one knitting together cyclocross, a bad pun, and a dig at rapha. team jva’s royal tendon balm. i would buy it for $45, easy.
creepy, weird st vincent interview. and i’m not just saying that because of the creepy, weird baby arm that’s creeping weirdly into this picture.
st. vincent at other music, from years ago. ignore the commentary and flip forward to her playing. serious shredder, but also so…delicate? and yes: foxy. i feel like i’ve posted this before but will make it an annual thing.
oldie but a goodie - kilian martin’s mind-bogglingly inventive skating set to the music of patrick watson.



