It’s fascinating to see a baby learn new motion as they become aware of the ways that their bodies can move and feel. One week they only know about their shoulder, the next their elbow, the next their wrist.
Being around a baby can be a comfortable little nightmare.
They’ll probably just chill with you, but could also abruptly full backbend twist gator roll their way towards the edge of the couch if you’re not like, a little present.
It’s mostly smiles and diapers and babbling and missed sleep.
That gator roll though.
On the skateboard, I start my heelside turn looking into the sky bending backwards. The eyes fuzz, my attention moves to my weightlessness as I dive. the weightlessness gives way to awareness of the angles of the ground, skateboard body and weight.
On the other side I pull in tension. I lean against the acceleration of the board as I torque the weight of my chest into the ground.
It’s a bit like spinning back and forth while jumping on the leaf spring of a truck in slow motion, while somehow going really fast.
It’s a beautiful sensation. It’s a lot like that gator roll.
A blind dive into the abyss.
I hope there isn’t more sand and rocks and cracks than I spotted.
Sometimes I think about that butterball in my head and how I might feel up to the finish line.
A lot of what I love is in my head and hands; memories, abilities, new sensation. yet I still can’t bring myself to wearing wristguards and a helmet.
- joy
- self harm
- alcohol
- Samurai Gourmet
- somewhere between numbness and a boundless pit of want
When I was 8, I found a skateboard in a bush between buildings in my apartment complex. It didn’t seem to belong to anyone, so I taught myself how to ride it.
I can push in all 4 positions, but I still prefer mongo even if it’s ‘wrong’.
I didn’t know any better and it felt right.
Nobody was there to tell me different.
Someone asked my what’s kept me skating into my 30’s I claimed it as my own in a time of my life when I had little control. And this thing was hard to take away from me. I hid it better than whoever lost it. I guess you just stick with the things who’s goals are your own better than the things who’s goals are someone else’s. My goals have been dumb and I’ve largely loved the results.
Joy, Flow and Understanding. Of myself and the world by Skating With the Wind.
Just because it’s hard doesn’t mean it’s interesting. moon lander with AI mode
AI is coming for us skaters too! 56 steady state transitions of a 3 link pendulum
rent and food and medical bills
I’m still unclear as to why I can’t quite bring myself to wearing a helmet and wristguards.
Some function of hubris and ego with a rationale like proprioreception and risk implying presence. Doing stupid things for reasons.
It takes a lot of bravery to take care of ourselves.
I might get to skate for some good more years if SloMo is any indication.
Maybe wear a helmet?