Two decades after a low-budget film turned Washington Square skaters into international celebrities, the kids from Kids struggle with lost lives, distant friendships, and the fine art of growing up.
Legends never Die
By Caroline Rothstein
The sound of small wheels pound against the adjacent sidewalk. “Still to this day when I hear someone skating down the street,” says Rosario, “I turn around because I think it’s Harold.”
I twist my head. It’s a woman dragging a rolling suitcase.
No skateboard. No grip tape. No lost boys. The kids are all grown up now. Two are immortalized, deeply missed, profoundly loved, and gone far too soon; though their laughter no longer ricochets through the streets of New York City, they, too, have been found.
Some of the dudes in this film are real jerks and are completely out of control.
Photo: Gunars Elmuts
Hurry Up Now, from his self titled album
This track is rad! gotta get me a blue monk robe.
earthquake-weather: Apparently Harumi was a Japanese musician, living in the US, and a bit of a mystery man. He recorded this album, and one more, before disappearing into the ether. Singing and speaking in English, his first record, Harumi, was produced by in NYC in 1967 by ’60s folk and pysch rock super producer Tom Wilson, producer for the Velvet Underground, Simon & Garfunkel, and Bob Dylan. Tom Wilson saw this as an artistic, not commercial, endeavor, taking the folky lyrics and singing of Harumi, and layering on funky psychedelic orchestration and grooves. This is definitely one of the tamer tracks from the albums(it’s a two album set) - the second album gets pretty out there - Samurai Memories is 15 min long, with Harumi, his sister, and mother, speaking at different times in japanese, with a funky pysch music bed underneath.
So who was Harumi? And where did he end up?
Via the great music tumblr playitasitlathes
David Arenberg is the only Jewish inmate in the Arizona state prison in which he’s currently incarcerated. The Southern Poverty Law Center has a piece in which he describes his experience:
I am always the last person to eat. It’s part of a compromise I worked out with the skinheads who run the western state prison complex where I am incarcerated. Under this compromise, I’m allowed to sit at the whites’ tables, but only after the “heads,” and then the “woods,” and then the “lames” have eaten. I am lower on the totem pole than all of them, the untouchable. I should feel lucky I’m allowed to eat at the whites’ tables at all.
Not that there’s anywhere else I could eat. The prison yard is broken down into five distinct racial categories and segregation is strictly enforced. There are the “woods” (short for peckerwoods) that encompass the whites, the “kinfolk” (blacks), the “Raza” (American-born people of Mexican descent), the “paisas” (Mexico-born Mexicans), and the “chiefs” (American Indians). Under the strict rules that govern interracial relations, different races are allowed to play on the same sports teams but not play individual games (e.g., chess) together; they may be in each others’ cubicles together if the situation warrants but not sit on each others’ beds or watch each others’ televisions. They may go to the same church services but not pray together. But if you accidentally break one of these rules, the consequences are usually pretty mild: you might get a talking to by one of the heads (who, of course, claims exemption from this rule himself), or at worst, a “chin check.”
Eating with another race, however, is a different story. It is an inviolate rule that different races may not break bread together under any circumstances. Violating this rule leads to harsh consequences. If you eat at the same table as another race, you’ll get beaten down. If you eat from the same tray as another race, you’ll be put in the hospital. And if you eat from the same food item as another race, that is, after another race has already taken a bite of it, you can get killed. This is one area where even the heads don’t have any play.
Seems to me that Dave is going to make a seamless transition back into society.
Google plus has two written reviews of the prison, but the bit that caught my eye was the description:
AT A GLANCE: death row · custody · inmates
Yes, I have spent the last 30 minutes reading google reviews of Arizona prisons.
Just found a great article about a freight train graffiti artist who, through a New Yorker article learns that he’s been living with Asperger’s.
Parallel Rails: ICHABOD
By Caleb Neelon
“One of the reasons that I do graffiti is to see it again later. Before I did graffiti, I felt lost in a sea of humans. Or sheep, as the case may be. But to do graffiti and come back to the spot, or especially to go to a different part of the country and see one of my freights roll by, it definitely is a reminder that I exist. I am here, I made a dent, I actually changed the environment in a slight way. And that change is still in effect. It is a confirmation that I exist. I don’t know that that addresses the word faith, but I think that’s close a rationale to why I do what I do.”
Interesting that he doesn’t paint over the alphanumerical codes anywhere on the cars
Brazilian drug gang members pose with weapons atop a hill overlooking a slum in Salvador, Bahia State, April 11, 2013.
Photographer Lunae Parracho traveled to Salvador, one of Brazil’s main tourist destinations and a 2014 World Cup host city, that has suffered from an unprecedented wave of violence with an increase of over 250% in the murder rate, according to the Brazilian Center for Latin American Studies (CEBELA). Lunae documented a police patrol through the slums and high-tec police training, made portraits of drug gang members posing with their weapons, covered the homicide squad and photographed victims of gun violence.
bad boy, captain, rock n roll warlord, King of Melbourne, Joost, has a new brainchild that is approaching the birth canal
Let’s hope some dorks worried about their height don’t abort it
By Joost: Rooftop Farming In Melbourne’s Cbd….
This is Joost’s latest and brightest vision – a project to incorporate his passions; Sustainable Farming, Buildings & Food in one epicenter – FARM By Joost on the rooftop of 271 Collins Street, Melbourne.
FARM By Joost will be a working farm, hospitality venue and an education precinct – a place where food is grown, harvested, cooked, enjoyed and then returned to the soil that restarts the whole process. A truly sustainable place that produces no waste- a complete closed loop.
After years of conceptualizing FARM By Joost is a step away from becoming a reality – despite the Melbourne City Council contradicting their Green Roof Policy and rejecting FARM By Joost the plans currently sit with the Victorian Government Planning Minister, Mr Matthew Guy.
Read more at The Age
Seen on Wired’s article Google Is Alive, It Has Eyes, and This Is What It Sees