-Anthony Rapp
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
MeshCount
To raise or place on a foundation; to form, establish, or produce by using appropriate means.
To increase and strengthen; to increase the power and stability of; to settle, or establish, and preserve; -- frequently with up; as, to build up one's constitution.
U.K. style cat
I always enjoy getting to see new footage of this guy. Rippin it across England and the south of France. Man, would i love to go back to France and Spain...what a world. This ripper makes bmx look reallly good....
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
DR Shreds...
Darin Read France Trail Trip! from DiamondbackBMX on Vimeo.
DR got to do a trip through France back in September and had a frenchmen put together this edit. Lookin good out there D. Let's get those Segment tank tops over to the northwest.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Meditation on Meditation
Man’s capacity for abstract thought, which most other mammals seem to lack, has undoubtedly given him his present mastery of the land surface of the earth — a mastery disputed only by several hundred species of microscopic organisms. It is responsible for his feeling of superiority, and under that feeling there is undoubtedly a certain measure of reality, at least within narrow limits. But what is too often overlooked is that the capacity to perform an act is by no means synonymous with its salubrious exercise. The simple fact is that most of man’s thinking is stupid, pointless, and injurious to him. Of all animals, indeed, he seems the least capable of arriving at accurate judgments in the matters that most desperately affect his welfare. Try to imagine a rat, in the realm of rat ideas, arriving at a notion as violently in comtempt of plausibility as the notion, say, of Swedenborgianism, or that of homeopathy, or that of infant damnation, or that of mental telepathy. Try to think of a congretation of educated rats gravely listening to such disgusting intellectual rubbish as was in the public bulls of Dr. Woodrow Wilson. Man’s natural instinct, in fact, is never toward what is sound and true; it is toward what is specious and false. Let any great nation of modern times be confronted by two conflicting propositions, the one grounded upon the utmost probability and reasonableness and the other upon the most glaring error, and it will almost invariably embrace the latter. It is so in politics, which consists wholly of a succession of unintelligent crazes, many of them so idiotic that they exist only as battle-cries and shibboleths and are not reducible to logical statement at all. It is so in religion, which, like poetry, is simply a concerted effort to deny the most obvious realities. It is so in nearly every field of thought. The ideas that conquer the race most rapidly and arouse the wildest enthusiasm and are held most tenaciously are precisely the ideas that are most insane. This has been true since the first “advanced” gorilla put on underwear, cultivated a frown and began his first lecture tour in the first chautauqua, and it will be so until the high gods, tired of the farce at last, obliterate the race with one great, final blast of fire, mustard gas and streptcocci.
No doubt the imagination of man is to blame for this singular weakness. That imagination, I daresay, is what gave him his first lift above his fellow primates. It enabled him to visualize a condition of existence better than that he was experiencing, and bit by bit he was able to give the picture a certain crude reality. Even to-day he keeps on going ahead in the same manner. That is, he thinks of something that he would like to be or to get, something appreciably better than what he is or has, and then, by the laboriious, costly method of trial and error, he gradually moves toward it. In the process he is often severely punished for his discontent with God’s ordinances. He mashes his thumb, he skins his shin; he stumbles and falls; the prize he reaches out for blows up in his hands. But bit by bit he moves on, or, at all events, his heirs and assigns move on. Bit by bit he smooths the path beneath his remaining leg, and achieves pretty toys for his remaining hand to play with, and accumulates delights for his remaining ear and eye.
Alas, he is not content with this slow and sanguinary progress! Always he looks further and further ahead. Always he imagines things just over the sky-line. This body of imaginings constitutes his stock of sweet beliefs, his corpus of high faiths and confidences—in brief, his burden of errors. And that burden of errors is what distinguishes man, even above his capacity for tears, his talents as a liar, his excessive hypocrisy and poltroonery, from all the other orders of mammalia. Man is the yokel par excellence, the booby unmatchable, the king dupe of the cosmos. He is chronically and unescapably deceived, not only by the other animals and by the delusive face of nature herself, but also and more particularly by himself—by his incomparable talent for searching out and embracing what is false, and for overlooking and denying what is true.
by H. L. Mencken
[From “Ad Imaginem Dei Creavit Illum”, Prejudices: Third Series (New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 1922), pp. 125-128.]
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Where, through all this, is love? It is still here, in the forms it has always taken: families eating together, friends embracing, gifts given simply for the pleasure of giving. We still forgive, converse, fall deeply in love; it even happens occasionally that new tribes federate to confront a common antagonist- not out of malice, but for the shake of peace, hoping to conclude conflicts as they were in the days before warfare and commerce. These moments, even when they occur between only a few individuals, are as powerful and precious as they ever were. And they are still infectious, as infectious as violence and hatred, if only they can find unarmored hearts in which to catch hold.
- A Genealogy of Force
- A Genealogy of Force
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Got Boulders?
Day 1
6 hours of machine 53 hours of shovel work thus far
I am getting paid to build this flow track on the side of 1-70 in Dumont, CO. Its for a bike shop- A culture of speed.
Dumont is a small unincorporated town @
7,933 ft (2,418 m) on the east side of the continental divide in the Rocky Mountains
I have met some really rad locals that wear heavy coats of character.
Mountain life?
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
when the forest fights back...
Had a sweet jam at lynnwood this last saturday, such an awesome session, tons of silly fun....took this slam though towards the end, sobering moment...be careful out there bro's
Monday, October 18, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Roof Riders
It is all about finding your own lines out there!
Ian Platt keeping it original as usual; on a borrowed breakless bike!
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Saddle Mountain
A magical place where air masses from the
Pacific Ocean meet the North American continent
Pacific Ocean meet the North American continent
Dock dayz...
A dynamic trio of Jman, a random cougar, and hella stoked!!!!
Project, throw your bmx in the back of kurtis's truck this wkend. I got a coozy for a pack of parly's...
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Can hardly wait...
Whistler
Alpental
For the past several winters i have spent the good majority of my free time between these two places. Alpy's my main local, and is the first mountain i became familiar with out here (cheers arob)....the backcountry here is very accessible, so most time is spent out there. One of the steeper mts in the country, with a seemingly endless amount of features to hit across all the different zones. Alpental has given me the best turns i've experienced so far on a snowboard, some days you really do get to live out your dreams. Underground and underrated....Whistler itself is a bubble, between the land, the people, and the energy of the town it has it's own kinda magic that no where else in this world can touch. The population here is mostly made up of athletes, artists, travelers, and fun seekers, i think of it as adult fun land. Having more rideable terrain than any other ski resort on the continent, the scale of all that you can ride here is beyond vast. Good friends and experiences that amaze me time and time again, make the 4 hour drive north something to look forward too.
Forecasters are calling for a la nina winter, up here in the pnw that means colder temps and more precipitation....exactly what were lookin for the mountain side of things. Talk around town with any snow shred is all excitement and high anticipation. i've never looked so forward to winter in my life...
Friday, October 8, 2010
TAX and Regulate
| “Every decent man is ashamed of the government he lives under.” | |
 Henry Louis Mencken |
Alice Walker Wednesday, October 6, 2010
ESCAPE
| “People grow old only by deserting their ideals, Macarthur had written. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up interest wrinkles the soul. You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope as old as your despair. In the central place of every heart there is a recording chamber. So long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer and courage, so long are you young. When your heart is covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then, and then only, are you grown old. And then, indeed as the ballad says, you just fade away.” | |
Kelsey flowing Jenny Craig- 9 lap record holder! |
Monday, October 4, 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Attention future generations
All you really need to do is BOOST
Pat Sabo breathing deep and pulling back @ high elevation
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Saltan
Some people talk about it
Some people do it!
Michigan native Cale Christi boosting at high speeds
over his doubles in the woods of Oregon.
Friday, October 1, 2010
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