V for Valentine

The weekend past was a good one. Friday began with a job interview at a Local Gelateria, which went well, I feel. The evening was spent making a stylistic improvement to the deck tape of one of my Longboards to the great sound of "Southern California's Best Rock".

Stylistic Improvement

    Saturday heralded a day of rest and relaxation. One of my cousins had a home basketball game and I went to cheer her on. Saturday evening was absolutely fantastic and by far one of my fondest memories of recent history. I received on that evening two chocolate hearts in lieu of Valentines Day.

The Sector9 "Luke"

"Chocolate Bock", "Black & Brew", Hearts and Card

    Sunday I sang in choir. We sang "Healer of our every Ill" in accordance with the service of healing in the Lutheran liturgy. Ron B, the bass who stands next to me, presented me with a gift as well. He and I have connected in our mutual love for water infused with hops, yeast and other herbs and spices. He has a lover for the porter while I am a Stout man myself. Samuel Adams (the patriot and brewer) has a special group of seasonal brews that are only temporarily sold, Ron, in discussing the qualities of fine brews, mentioned these and promptly went out and bought me the two he thought I would be most interested in. Much to my delight!

    Monday was just another Monday and in the evening during my arduously long typography class, I put the finishing touches on two of my projects, one of which was for valentines day. Which was only a few hours away.

    Tuesday was a long yet good day. Robert August II and I made our way around campus expediently with great style and ease. After laying to rest a forbidding essay about the styles and differences between the American and British political systems and breezing through my algebra homework I made my way home, but what really clinched the day was the Jamba Juice gift card received from my Grandmother for the occasion of the day. I am left grateful for the blessed life I lead, rich with great friends and many a gift.

Valentine's Project for Typography

Flirtations with Asphalt

Of the few but valuable gifts received for Christmas, I obtained a longboard. Not any longboard mind you, but the Robert August ii by Surf One, a Skate and Surf Company from my native SoCal. Upon my return to the Golden State, I was of course itching to take it out for a ride. My neighborhood, Sunset Hills, is true to the name and quite rich in paved slopes. After getting the basic hang of the steering, I decided to see just how fast I could go, to satisfy my curiosity for velocity.

The Board!

Those inclined towards boarding, and or physics are well acquainted with a phenomenon known as the "speed wobbles". It is defined by a certain frequency achieved by the wheels, which reverberates across the trucks or the axles, which subsequently shakes the board or chassis respectively.
 

Robert August

  For those you have ever been thrown off of a bike or a board or a trampoline, and have achieved flight for the briefest of moments. You know the thought process during the flight. Before the take off and during take off: "This is not going to End well". Midflight: This is gonna hurt really bad, I hope I don't die." This is also accompanied by the terror and panic of the imminent landing. And Finally the Grande Finale: The crash landing in which you hit the ground hard, tumble, roll and sustain injury.

Left Palm

  So after my first hands on experience with the speed wobbles and my first attempt at aeronautics in a long time I am left both palms scuffed up, left elbow slightly shredded, right knee cap with medium road rash. Head uninjured due to Helmet! (never not wearing a helmet again)

Right palm

    As I lay there bruised and bandaged, I am left wondering, which is more dangerous... flirting with girls, or asphalt...