expression

I am on the hills of fairfax. I grab the board with my hand, and go down close to the ground. Skimming along the ashphalt.

i sit backwards, and slide down the road on the board, my slippers fall off, and i drag my feet to a stop.

at each moment there is a choice, of how to go down the hill, of what to do . at each moment i express who i am...


i put a log on the board, and started skating..

kierkegaard

when i began this journal i thought of calling it something like skateboarding and kierkegaard, even thogh i did not yet know what kierkegaard wrote about yet. i knew he was a philosopher, and i liked that idea that skateboarding could shed light on a kierkegaard, and kierkegaard could shed light on skateboarding.

i looked him up, and he wrote a book called fear and trembling, and talks about a knight of faith, who trusts in something beyond reason. he is willing to give everything up because he trusts in the absurd.

so it is with skatebaording, one can let go of what your reason says is a good idea. let go, rush down that slope, and trust in something beyond reason, trust in the absurd.

i go into the hills, looking for the right slope road which will give me a good downhill run, like a snowboard run on snowy slopes.

i ride down with my purple flannel jacket.

the skateboard carves back and forth. i lean, my shoulders lean back, hips follow and i carve. and then i lean forward, my hips pulling skateboard the other way.

its a way of expressing oneself. i can carve softer and tighter, or fling my body way back and do broad brushstrokes.

the trees are light green as the morning sun flows through them...

i find one steeper slope. and that fear mixed in with excitement gives me a rush and i throw my fist into the air.