Not as Good as I Once Was...

The human body, it is a miraculous thing if you actually think about it. Both male and female, both with very distinct features. The human body has the ability to mend itself, grow, and adapt to situations when needed. All of the functions that are capable by ones body meets no bounds and no limits, but when is it too much? When I speak about too much, I am referring to ones ability heal. This can be taken both mentally and physically, but in this respect I am going to keep it physical.

Through out one's young years they put their bodies through what can basically be described as torcher. Or at least I did. If I saw a challenge in front of me, I never hesitated. Jumping into a situation with out thinking allows one to step in with out fear. With no fear, one can give it one's all in the selected situation.

Although this technique seems to fade as one ages, when the fear tends to overcome the spontaneous ness. This is when most take it (their life) down a notch and begin to settle down, but what is this age and why do we surcum to it?

The body can over come circumstances when there is little to no chance. I have been told that if I continue with my sports career (not much... basically skating) then there is a chance that my legs may fail when I get really old, considering I live that long hahaha!!! Recently I hurt my hip, some how skating I don't really know, but I had thought that it was healed but after skating on it for a while I think I tore it again or something, it hurts... Between both of my shredded ankles and useless wrists I don't think I can take much more. This is the point when I am supposed to give in to the fear, but I can't just give in... give up like that. Skating is my life, my everything, with out that I wouldn't be me... so I guess this is where I leave my answer... I will overcome the fear, the pain, and the helmet preaching doctors and I will stay true to myself...


(I have this on both ankles... done multiple times)(my left ankle is so bad that if I bend it towards my shin... it basically sprains... but I am so used to it that I get over it in about 5 minutes or so.)


(type 3 all the way...!!!)

Pressure...

Pressure (symbol: p) is the force per unit area applied on a surface in a direction perpendicular to that surface.



Now apply that to skating... add a little bit of competition... and a whole lot of coordination... and you get what skateboarding is today. As great as skating is, it is turning into a huge competition... hardly even fun...

You can roll into a park, which you have never been to before, just looking for a new park to skate and have fun, but as soon as you enter... all you get is a set of stair downs and evil looks. The pressure to be/get good in sports is almost insane when it comes to the amount of comitment needed. In skating I have friends that have skated for nine years... friends that have skated all there lives and done nothing in life, never gotten good, never been in the skating bussiness. Those people are just in it for fun, and the fruits of there labor paid off after a while...

These days if you arn't good at something you are made fun of just for trying, so it is that much harder to even have fun with simple tasks. Skating is just the same. Almost everyone that I run into, they all think they could pick up a board and go out and tear it up, yet when they try... they can't... like others I find this very amusing so I am also with guilt!!! But I also admire those who are willing to put them selves out there and try something new, whether they are good or not.

No Where... But Down the Stairs.

So I was digging around through some of my super old files... from like 6th grade through high school and I found a poem I wrote for some class... and since lately I have been really feeling down I thought I would blog about it.

Basically I was a straight up nerd for super long... green pants, blue shoes, red shirt hahaha!!! Nerd all the way!!! Then I got into skateboarding, it did something for me that nothing had ever before. It provoked me to go out there and step out side my comfort zone, I mean if you can throw your self down some stairs and take a good beating, you can do just about anything. Recently, for a while now, things have pretty much gone to... and skating... which is the joy of my life, been there for me when ever and so forth, has always had my back but now it is making me more made than happy. So right now I am pretty much evaluating my self, my tactics, and my life in general... taking it apart piece by piece and putting it back together...

And this cheezy poem gives me the that extra something that makes me remember why I love skating.

(And I am still a nerd all the way... but my definition has changed.)

(The poem was aligned to a skateboard picture but it won't up load right so ya.)

"FLOAT"

You begin to run, a Slight jog.
The wind whipping your hair, shirt, and sKin.
With A flick of your wrist and a leap into mid air, you set your feet in place.
Now The wind blows fiercely against your face, a face of confident anxiousness.
You look stEadily at your feet to position them perfectly.
One last breath.
You Begin to see the edge.
YOu begin to bend down in anticipation.
Pop! The tAil cracks against the ground.
Your foot slides eveR so gently against the grip.
Now your in the air, the slightest wrong move and your scraping the grounD with your body
Your eyes black out as you close your lIds for a single blink, everything slows down, feels like your floating for hours.
The Next thing you know your eyes catch the vivid colors of light as you open your lids.
Still your in the air, how is this possible? It seems so amazinG!
You check your feet to make sure there on the bolts.
Bend your legs, absorb the impact, and the next thing you know your trying something else to fulfill your adrenaline rush.


As I figure everything out I know skating will be there when I need it most, that and it kicks @$$!!! hahaha!!!

You Tube... Video...

Spoof Add.

The image I Chose is a parody on alcohol consumption. This is an image of a bottle of Absolut Vodka that is withering down due to its lack of performance. This is what is meant by the bold text at the bottom "ABSOLUT IMPOTENCE". Below that there is another phrase, "Drink provokes the desire but takes away the performance" -William Shakespeare, which describes the add at its best. Alcohol is the leading cause in most automobile accidents, which is a fact brought up by the section of spoof alcohol adds at the Adbusters website, and this image emphasizes how strongly it impairs one's abilities. I think this image relies on both word and image for its appeals because with out one another they wouldn't make sense. The shriveled bottle with the spilt alcohol visually gives the reader what the bold letter print can't and visa versa. The spoof add is not so much selling a straight forward idea (that alcohol is bad) as it is giving an idea to the reader, the idea that alcohol needs to be taken with responsibility.

Calvin Klien Add.

This image is based solely on sex appeal. At first glance a viewer tends to look at the face at the right upper or the very slightly shown underwear at the lower left and continue on to the opposite end. The female figure dominates the picture while barely representing the underwear which the add is based on. Her figure is striking as it allures to both females and males, especially because of the position of the model. The Name of the company is rather small and the underwear the add is selling is hardly shown, leaving only the model's sex appeal to represent for the add. This image uses Pathos to appeal through one's lust, intriguing one to buy the clothing. This add is very inappropriate as it is selling solely sex appeal with a name, but then again with out it, (in today's society) the clothing would never sell.

picture...Analysis...

This is yet another image from the Foley gallery, by LAURA WULF. The image is composed of three sets of orange squares mixed with blue squares, each set on loose white threads on a green rectangular background. In the first set the orange square is first while the blue is second. In the second set the blue square is first and the orange second. The third set is the same as the first. The positioning and size of the items is not symetrical, they are kind of just cut and placed on the background. This image represents change and diversity, most likely pertaining to todays ever changing society. The squares are all cut to similar but different shapes and sizes, like people. The squares are mis matched in the pattern and mixed together for diversity and the loose strands represent life and our paths. Diversity must be taught so that our generations can prosper, this is what this image is "selling" to the reader.

Picture... Reflection...

For my refection I chose a different picture from the same artist because it stood out the most as far as reflection purposes. This is another piece from the Foley gallery, this being simpler with its characteristics. This image brings me back to when I was about six years old. I had just been taken from my legit parents and placed into a foster home. I was too young to understand the circumstances at the time so everything that happend felt wrong. I was there for two days while my relatives were contacted so that I could be placed with them. The only relatives that responded were my grandparents, which brings us to this image. The image is an older woman standing of the side of the street on a side walk gazing off at something. Behind here are a set of huge wings slightly spread taking up most of the picture. The image brings back my memories of how my grandparents basically gave me a second chance at life because with out them I wouldn't have made it as far as I have.

Picture... Observational...

This is an image from the Foley gallery under ALEXANDRE ORION. This picture is of what appears to be a mother and her son on a stroll back from a grocery store or market. The image is in a old fasioned coloring with a worn image look. There is an assortment of bags and items in the mother's kart as she pulls it along. The two are dressed for a warm spring or summer day wearing casual clothes. The mother is gazing towards her son as he steps off his scooter. The boy is holding a flower, cartooned into the picture, which was picked from the gathering across the side of the computer. After doing some research I believe the script on the wall, "TUDO POR COMPUTADOR," is portuguese which translates, "COMPLETELY FOR THE COMPUTER," probably refering to the cartooned flowers.