Zhao Pian

Here are some pictures that make me smile. I'm sorry to the takers of them, for I don't know who they are to give rightful credit.

Emptying A Cartridge At The Sun.

It seems long days and the prairies radiating warmth are slowly being swallowed, as they annually are, by a creeping arctic presence. I can feel the perforations in my bones involuntarily offering it shelter, resulting in a perma-subcomfort core temperature. My bed looks more inviting everyday. The cold air brings with it a tension, an apprehension, and fuels my desire to leave.

I thought about how easy it would be to go live in the jungles of China. A half hour bike ride in any direction from Nanning will take you there. I could wake up, commute, exchange english lessons for noodles and joutza during the day. Plant some vegetables for night snack, live under a small canopy, and wash my clothes in the polluted river. At least for a while anyway.

I have ants in my pants. And that is alright, because ants are forever obedient, forever working to pull their weight, forever communal and coexisting. Ants never question, they have a duty, and they fulfill it regardless of cost or sacrifice. I have an admiration for ants' lives. I prefer them in my pants.

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Comfort and belonging are not synonymous.
I feel comfortable in this city.

One Of Many

One reason why skateboarding rules so hard is that you can't fake it. You can't just go out and buy a flashy skateboard and everybody thinks you're cool, that won't get you those flip-kicks you're hoping for. You must clock hours if you want to accomplish anything, you've got to put in the time. You're in of you're out.
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There's too much room (and acceptance) for transparency in a lot of outlets

Billy A., the realest dude around, (Photo stolen from sk8skates.com, probably a Neuf)