Jun 23, 2011

Suicide and Skateboarding

This article piqued my interest. I always wonder what goes on inside of someone's head when they decide to take their own life.

Skateboard business icon dies in S.F. suicide
Henry K. Lee, Chronicle Staff Writer

San Francisco Chronicle June 22, 2011 05:56 PM Copyright San Francisco Chronicle. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.
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.2492 ..Courtesy Thrasher Magazine

Eric Swenson, co-founder of the skateboard magazine Thrasher, committed suicide June 20, 2011. Swenson was 64. The photo is undated.
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(06-22) 17:56 PDT SAN FRANCISCO -- Eric Swenson, an icon in the skateboarding culture and a co-founder of Thrasher magazine, died Monday in San Francisco. He was 64.

Mr. Swenson shot and killed himself in front of the Mission police station, according to police.

Mr. Swenson helped reinvigorate the skateboarding scene after it languished in the late 1970s. Along with his friend Fausto Vitello, Mr. Swenson opened Independent Trucks manufacturing company in San Francisco in 1978, which makes skateboard equipment, clothes and accessories. Three years later, they and Kevin Thatcher co-founded trendsetting Thrasher magazine.

Independent Trucks made a high-quality truck, the metal connector between the skateboard and its wheels, that enabled boarders to execute the moves necessary for jumps and tricks performed on rails and curbs.

The articles and photos in Thrasher focused on this new generation of skateboarders and pushed the success of Independent Trucks by advertising its products.

"People talk, but seldom act," the magazine said in a message on its website about Mr. Swenson's death. "Eric Swenson got things done. Never one to clamor for the spotlight, he preferred the hard work, orchestrating the show from behind the scenes. His mark on skateboarding is extraordinary."

Michael Brooke, publisher of Concrete Wave, a skateboarding magazine in Toronto, said Wednesday that Mr. Swenson was "one of the critical architects" of the revitalized art of skateboarding.

"Eric Swenson is really one of those guys who drives things forward," Brooke said. "The funny thing about skateboarding is that a lot of times, there are a lot more followers than there are visionaries. Eric, along with Fausto, were visionaries."

Vitello died of a heart attack at the age of 59 in 2006 while bike riding in Woodside.

"Too many people who are involved in this industry seem to be taken from us at far too young an age," Brooke said.

Vitello's widow, Gwynn Vitello, 61, of Hillsborough said Wednesday that Mr. Swenson was a private individual and "one of the most independent persons I've ever known. He was like John Wayne. He kept everything close to the vest. He did things because he believed in them. He was happiest when he was making things and building things and getting jobs for people."

Mr. Swenson leaves behind his wife, Linda McKay, and sisters Rebekah Engle and Sonja Taylor, both of San Francisco. Services are pending.

Read more: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2011/06/22/BA3F1K1953.DTL#ixzz1QAYfuQDC

Jun 21, 2011

Rollercoasters and Hippies

That is the first word that pops to mind right now. Right now I am on the best part of the ride. I am happy. I laugh. I cry. I am feeling everything again. Is this really what getting up each day amounts to? Seeing whether you are on the uphill ride or holding your breath til you are blue because you are ready to descend way down, way quick? The ups and the downs on the rollercoaster are wonderful and fun. I am 44. I think the stretch of ride that is on an even keel is what I truly yearn for. My ability to recoup is running out. Starting over constantly is not the adventure it was in my twenties. I am simply tired of the peaks and HUGE drops. I envy the old happy hippies..I see many in this quaint town. They putter and go for walks and their world still looks groovy. My world is groovy for the most part now. I am smelling the flowers, inhaling the nectar. I guess maybe tomorrow I might find an exquisite one and adorn my hair with it. Nah, I think tomorrow I will help the SIL (sister-in-law) with her garden. She suffers from depression also. We are healing each other. I got her to leave the safety of her comforter and sheets and get up and go out. I want her to sit beside me on the best part of the ride. PEACE!!!!

Jun 20, 2011

All I can say is "Wow"

HORNY GOAT WEED! The nephew and I go for a walk to the local corner store and look what I see on the shelves.......

Jun 19, 2011


Fake doesn't work for me any longer. I no longer have the energy to baffle with bullshit, It is very tiring. One of the best parts about my "ahem" maturing is that I no longer feel the need to people please. It is a lose/lose situation. The people that I am closest to on this planet know the real me, and love me in spite of that. The best feeling in the world is being around someone that you can be your totally true self with. I am finally starting to laugh again. Sometimes loudly. It feels great. All the past components, good and bad, of the last few years have shaped the me that sits here and types today. The molding and shaping of who I am is starting to permanently set and I am ok with that. "I Yam What I Yam" Cheers to finally dipping more than one toe in the pool of adulthood. Peace