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. The “Mark ‘Gator’ Rogowski Lifetime Achievement Award” had a reputation for being a reliable indicator of a skater’s ability to sustain a vibrant skate practice over the long haul, but perhaps it was ultimately just some self-fulfilling prophecy. Jay though was used to the all too familiar confusion about how the prize lacked ability to actually reflect or create a

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. Though Jay was loath to going to Surf Expo when Bastien originally mentioned it back at the hotel, he still held onto a small shred of optimism that it wouldn’t be as bad as he anticipated -even though from all past experience, there really was no logical basis to make such an inference. In actuality, Jay probably had no business there and the hostility he encountered

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. Jay looking around for Bastien, didn’t know where else to go and found himself in the expanse of the convention center’s desolate floor level edge. That area lining the outskirts of the booth village exposed the inevitable generic emptiness that the convention center was actually composed of and was a stark contrast against the over decorated stalls that Jay could

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. There were no alternate worlds- only the same one in which a quadrillion souls lived and where some would somehow try to make sense of it all and yet never make sense of it. The fact that creation even existed seemed improbable to Jay and that fact never ceased to blow his mind. There was still room for many realities though, and everybody had theirs.

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. If Jay would have tried to make sense of the universe from analyzing the circus of the surf expo- Perry Farrell’s less than mediocre lyrics, “God is Dead.” could be read as some major truism- a revelation. Sure, there were hints of order that resided in the convention center (the pristine bodies of the bikini models, the enigmatic giant photos mounted on foam boards that

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. You see the thing is was, was that whenever Jay got a flat spot, it wasn’t such a new deal, no big woop, he would always just roll with it- literally. Sure, Jay always had a bag of blank factory “prototype” urethane wheels either in his closet or trunk or desk but he was usually just too lazy to elephant wrench them off, pop the bearings without accidentally removing

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. Through the lanes came those virgins in their inappropriately vulcanized skate shoes. Their long strands of hair shimmered in slow motion from the left over wind of the giant fans of the indoor windsurfing show case, like streams of metallic tape from all those rejected sponsor-me video cartridges. Jay stood next to and slightly behind Bastien, couldn’t find anything to do

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. Jay climbed into Bastien’s rented Charger, and the acrid sweet and sour deodorant powder's scent clung to those cloth seats that resembled sweat pants. The obsolete flash of the car’s design was updated to satisfy the expectations of all the simple simons who walked the land- the public in their flip flops with goatees and shinny sports shorts. In America bad taste

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. Bastien loved to use his old student id to cut coke- you could tell he really got a bang out of it. He was a high school drop out, knew five languages and was snorting highly potent cocaine that he had most likely gotten for free. The card was a symbol of Bastien's defiance- his veritable mastery of the landscape. He would immediately talk faster, louder and slightly more

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. The hotel’s wall’s suites shoot up towards the heaven’s darkness, though Jay and Bastien’s cline lead them into conversation filled with allusion, expectation, the idea of possibility. “I don’t give a fuck about Skatemental, it’s no big deal, no New Deal.” said Bastien matter a fact, defiantly. “Don’t give a fuck about Flip neither.” continues Bastien, saying it as

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. Bastien, perhaps past peak dressage - restless, went to his Quicksilver dry dive sea drive bag, pulled out a crumpled piece of stationary and handed it over to Jay. “Peep what I found lying around in the office at NOZBONE couple of days ago.” Bastien walking back to his spot at the table, putting the unplugged Fender back in his lap. The note read: Good

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. The hallway for the suites at the Grand Luxe was lined with white framed prints, which seemed to convey a graduate student’s idea of what contemporary art was supposed to be- as apposed to honest,emotive articulation. The works were a seemingly impenetrable moat, used to separate the classes- some secret visual handshake, more a comment about the piece’s place within the history

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. Though Jay had utilized the most efficient technology to inhale some of the most potent marijuana on the West Coast, his thoughts were still lost in a nadir of despair. Driving away from Jumi’s condo, Jay invariably looked out the window and focused on the landscape passing before him. We had segregated those trees lining the boulevards just far enough from each other

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. Jay drove down Fairfax and coasted further towards the gasoline mirage of the fume line. The red from the back lights of the cars in front of him reminded Jay of red blood cells, as the stream on the other side of the freeway vein coming against were the whites. The front end’s faces made them look like gasoline ticks – insects controlled from the inside by flesh colored

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. In a land that flaunted unlimited opportunity, there was literally nothing Jay could think of doing with himself this Saturday. Taking the garbage out felt like his responsibility quota for the day had already been exceeded,yet Jay still felt a general unspecific dread when he got back inside –that uneasiness that went with being at one's apartment in the middle of the day.

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. As Jay walked his few week’s old garbage out towards the back dumpster parameter, he could hear the unmistakable sound of a skateboard thrashing against the pavement- it’s noise echoing through the complex’s narrow outside corridor. Jay reached the end of the hallway into the last resort section of the parking lot and saw his neighbor Joey, flinging himself and his

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. Jay lifts his legs over his head, rocks against his back and springs on his feet as if he had executed the first rep of an excercise which involves his couch. Jay walks over to the counter saying, “I’m coming. I’m coming.”, as if he was either saying it to Mickey Mouse holding the receiver or as if the person on the other end of the line could hear him. He swipes the phone

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. Alas, Jay would continue to act towards Corrine as if that little Trent Daniels episode months ago had never happened. He would casually attempt to quarantine the past, though doing so seemed itself an exercise in futility. No matter how much Jay tried to compensate with over friendliness –in a way which went against Jay’s natural demeanor and which seemed to repel her that

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. SKATEBOARDING AND THE FERAL PRODIGY A WORK IN PROGRESS AS COMPLETED BY JAY LEE IN A NERVOUS FERVOR,DIRECTLY AFTER HEATHER DAWN CARDEN CALLED HIM OUT OF THE BLUE, THE FIRST TIME HE HAD HEARD FROM HER IN ATLEAST A COUPLE OF YEARS, WHEN JAY HELD THAT YELLOW RECIEVER OF HIS MICKEY MOUSE LANDLINE PHONE NERVOUSLY AND ANXIOUSLY AS HEATHER TOLD HIM SHE WAS GOING TO BE

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. No one in the industry didn’t quite seem to know what time it was, but that was nothing new. Jay always figured that it was just too easy for everyone to become hypnotized by the immediacy of everything. The giant cheerleaders in those beer ads, stood in the back of the convenience stores guarding the coolers, and posed satisfied and confident and could radiate the promise of

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. J, keeping subconscious focus on that giant image of Jimmy Chadwick hardflipping that set in Long Beach. That set in Long Beach was almost as big as a medium sized wave at Maverick's and J still couldn't remember the name of the spot. That vinyl banner of Jimmy sat installed on the wall which was directly in front of Jay's view of the opposite side facing his cubicle village-

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. J stokes his hair back with the same hand that's also holding his credit card- card lodged between pinkie and forefinger. Jay continued with slight excitement "- we just wanted a cheap way to print those photos onto the decks,that's all. And there were a bunch of weird shots we ended up taking too! Just transferred them onto these thin transparent layers of silicone nitrate!

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. From the background of Cory's cubicle, Jason could hear some heroic sounding punk song sung in English. The singer sounded German; J didn't know who it was. He guessed to himself, maybe it was Dungen but he was probably wrong. He always picked Dungen because he didn't know better. "Music lyrics just sound better in English"- thought Jay, even though he felt the song was still

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. Jason's head cocks back because there is no support from the chair and he accidentally jerks himself awake. The meeting room was empty and Jay wasn't sure how long he had dozed off or how much time had elapsed since the emergency noon mental meeting had ended, but he figured it hadn't been long. Nobody bothered to wake him up out of his disco nap, though Jason didn't much care.

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. Brandon Turner, with Richard Jefferson in tow, abruptly enters the meeting room, intentionally taking the focus off Lair and Reese's rather curiously questionable plans that which they intended for the Skatemental. "HEY- B!" interrupts Reese innocently, as if Brandon's presence and participation in the emergency noon Mental meeting is of little or no consequence. Immediately,

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. It smells like sweat and it's a hundred degrees on the rotating stage and Jason has been playing for about twenty minutes and all he wants to do is sing the last song, which the band, when he mentions it during a break, thinks is a bad idea. All the songs are from the last three solo albums but from the first row all he can hear are members of the audience cry out the big

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. "You see what I have to deal with around here, Lair!?" said Reese to Larry Balma as if they were demoing on the same team. "What Larry meant-" continues Jannete " was he would like to see Skatemental make a more successful crossover transition into the mainstream market. If I remember correctly, they did actually make a killing being sold through Macy's!" "Oh they

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. Banjo sat shotgun ,unintentionally miming a human passenger while Jay's station wagon reluctantly puttered late into the Skatemental Distribution warehouse lot. It was almost early afternoon and there were more shadows on the pavement than in the morning and the California breeze danced- whispering silhouettes of fauna onto the caramelized black top. The table of Jason's

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. Jason looked back at Banjo staring at him:"Not now Banjo! I'm a withering wreck- I don't have time to take you for a walk!" From the physicality of the thought projected from his unbrushed mouth onto the walls Jason heard it bounce back at himself and he instantly realized he had said the wrong thing. Jason gave out an over fraught cocaine shie: "I'm sorry Jo, of

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. The fasting heart knows hunger, but is denied. It breaks and is set wrong: the leg that walks krooked must be broken again to get straight. Emptiness fills the heart until it bursts and the salt water pouring out is a chord in which disparate elements are a RIBBON OF CHAOS. Mickey Mouse was ringing, holding J Lee's yellow landline receiver with statue-like poise.

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. for the youwillsoon blog Jason unlocked the door and stepped onto yesterday's mail. Banjo was asleep on the couch and Jas stumbled around his quadrant apartment, trying his best to find the soft key lighting that wouldn't agitate the amplified mood of the cocaine crash. Jason fingered around and finally switched on the tiki lamp. The lamp was on a table made

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. Jovante's musical side project filled the cabin of the station wagon: While "When I'm Chilling at the Demos, I'm juz chillin with DEM-hoes" was really exceptional,it was most unfortunate that it was Jovante's only real joint. Jason had always guessed that Jovante must have also been as lazy with his hip hop as he was with his skateboarding- but dam it, that was still

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. Souls in limbo may master some intellectual pursuits,but now Jason's look is neither sad nor joyful, he could sense the greatness of human reason and genius and its insufficiency for the problems of destiny and requirements of the soul. Stagnated at the cusp of moral oblivion; interestingly,into Purgatory rather than the top tiers of hell; Jason, a most un-virtuous pagan,

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. His instincts Nudged him, Jason 's Bummer High hit-, from the very moment Sigourney's cell phone rang. "So anyways I told Valentino we could meet him at TÖC Bar for a drink." Announced Sigourney, mentioning TÖC Bar as if it was a place Jason would automatically be familiar with. "You don't mind do you?" Jason was too coked up to simulate the casual breeziness

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. Jason swerved left on La Cienega heading up towards Santa Monica Blvd. "So where are we going, now? I thought maybe oh hey-" Sigourney, comfortably slouched back cutting the cocaine on the plate on her laptop- with the demeanor that she didn't have a care in the world. Sigourney interrupting herself, doing most of the talking: "Are we near the Brown Derby? You know,I

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. When Sigourney got back from the women's washroon, Jay noticed she was now wearing black lipstick and he did'nt say anything. He could tell Sigourney was trying to play off she wasnt aware of herself even though she put accidentally indirect direct emphasis on everything she did in front of Jay. "Sounds like someone is a bit bitter towards their peers." said Sigourney as

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. Something about Sigourney reminded Jason of Rocco. She spoke with a dismissive air, to beat of her curt replys,which were punctuated by drags and puffing out of smoke through her nostrils and mouth. The drugs seemed to made her a bit less guarded , she now had more space to talk since Viv wasn't around to dominate the conversation. "Patent law isn't like plumbing.

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. World Industries,a reaction to the baby boomers' reckless optimism. A muscle like flinch to the dystopic dysfunction, the societal mutations and diminished hierarchies; the disintegration of the family. The illegitimate children generated from drunken lust, the confusion caused from the role reversal of key partys, the gangster parents, the west coast swingers and wife

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. By the time Jay got out of the Station Wagon, he felt nearly omnipotent. Standing up abruptly and realizing that he had to walk through the parking lot with Sigourney only made him more self conscious of how wired he was. At that very moment Jay suddenly thought about the painting of the turquoise Airwalk Prototye on the opening credits of "Saved by the Bell."- the shoe

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. LA was a city without seasons- perpetually paused in the same unending moment. Apocalyptic rap music echoed up from the hills, past the peaks into the sky, reverberating off from the distance- sounding quaint. Sigourney was organizing the cocaine while Jason tried to keep up with his anxious composure. Before he actually ingested the drug- his brain notified his

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. Jason dug his zebra stripped key into the dense bag of powder and put it up to Sigourney's nose, while she sat shotgun. Sigourney placed her hand gently on Jason's as to guide it and hold it within more precise range to her small nostril. When she was done snorting, she pulled her head back and then aggressively pushed Jason's hand away. "You know, I'm not gonna

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. "Do not covet Thy neighbor's wife", was the Ten Commandment that Jason would always think of. Even though Jason sometimes accidentally found himself in situations where he would be making a pass at a married woman, Jason still wasn't necessarily the type of guy to make a pass at a married woman. Jason knew that being with a married woman felt different and was

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. Monty interrupts Sigourney and Jason chatting. "Hey coach,gimme your keys? Me and Viv are gonna go check out that laptop after all." Jason hands Monty the keys to the station wagon. "Why did he need your keys to go look at her laptop?" Sigourney asks Jason. "Something tells me the 'laptop' he's referring to isn't her I- book. " "You know Viv's married

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. Calling the shots as usual, Monty decides for the the group to get a table. Monty and Viv are instantly hitting it off and their conversation serves as the centerpiece of the meeting. Jason can't be sure how Monty and Viv know each other. Did they say the EMP pop conference in Seattle or was it the Armory in NY a couple of years back? Or both? "Heck, I've lived

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. Jason didn't have time to think about old handrails tonight though, but he sure was gonna session that flat bar- the flat bar that was attached to the floor at Shade, that is. Monty would be there early, impatiently waiting- smoking a cigarette at the bar in full suit. Monty was that of an Enigma - he stood tall, slightly over six feet and looked remarkably close to Godfather era

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. If women were a skateboarding obstacle, they would no doubt be a handrail. If Sigourney was a handrail, Jason always figured that she would be that one really steep, silver rail in Australia- the one that Dustin Dollin kick flipped back fiftied. For starters, rail seems almost unapproachable. The only ways you can hit it are by: a) Warming up by practicing jumping/ollieing

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. The Nights in Tunisia ring tone that Jay un-ironically purchased months ago sounds off. Monty was the other end of the line- requesting Jay's presence at Shade tonight, at around 10:30. Mont talks of a rendezvous to meet up with two Conde Nast ad execs, fresh in town who happen to be scouring the southern region of the west coast for new media leads and also for whatever

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.The orange light behind the numbers and letters on the dashboard slowly glowed brighter as the sun burned dim into the Pacific coast - my Volvo 740 belting West, coasting gently down the Santa Monica Highway. Stereo has long been gone, but Jay still thought about it from time to time. Looking back in hindsight now, seeing the promise of the early nineties fade into what would become the

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.For anyone seeing five crates containing their pro model sk8 decks, the sight would be reassuring- even exhilarating. But for Jason they stood as reminders- a tableau of his professional incompetency. As Jason was clenching his hands around one of the 2,500 limited edition Jason Lee guest models that he accidentally over ordered behind his company's back - he could feel it all slipping away.

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..Jason follows Daniel to the back of shipping and receiving, away from the warehouse workers."Can you tell me what in the name of Fausto is this?!!" says Daniel, standing next to five giant pallet-ed crates.Jason lifts the lid and pushes away the frizzy cardboard packing filler strips."Oh, it's my Skatemental guest cruiser deck!" says Jason optimistically, futility hoping his response would

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.The skull and cross boards Crailtap clock on the wall read 3:30pm. Jason reluctantly followed the obnoxious beat to the break room so he could procure a much needed espresso sans steamed milk mid afternoon pick me up.Jason was non plussed to see it was Muska sitting at the round table, blaring the beats out of his silver lap top.Muska looks up from his keyboard: "Jay-Lee! Whad up, hommie?!"

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.Jason in Frisco, somewhere off Portola looking for but never being able to find the tall,steep MUNI bank that lays in front of City College.The background is playing the upbeat rendition from Jason's section in A Visual Sound.Jason skating from Fort Miley, then pushing down the beach way past Sea Cliff and finally arriving around Peir 7.A new crowd of skaters is at the Pier. Jason recognizes

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-Spinoza’s Ethica ordine geometrico demonstrata (Ethics demonstrated in geometrical order) is based on a deductive method derived from Euclidean geometry. Spinoza maintains that the validity of ethical ideas can be demonstrated by mathematical argument or proof. Spinoza asserts that ethics can be based on a geometric model in which axioms and propositions follow each other with logical necessity.

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-Jay snuck through the back door and was relieved when he saw the workers standing around the Red Bull fridge, in the break area. As luck would have it, no one had started working yet.Jay could hear Reese mentioning the Brian Tucci Highest Ollie Contest again, as if it was the first time he had talked about it out loud at the office.Reese had been going on and on about the Brian Tucci Highest

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You don't have to back pack in Europe for the summer and skate in crappy contests in Amsterdam, surviving on Grolsh and sausage to have a proper Stereo Adventure. You don't have to go on an architectural photo safari to Egypt using only vintage camera equipment from the sixties to live a Stereo Adventure, either. You don't even have to move to San Francsico and ride your bike in the deepest

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-It is 9:05 am on a Wednesday morning in Santa Monica and Jays standing out on his terrace looking out into the Pacific ocean, his back facing the conquered territory that which spans all the way to the East Coast. Jay has one of the easiest jobs in the world and today hes dreading going to the office.Jays wearing a Western Edition t-shirt that was given to him on a recent trip north out to

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- - If you go around saying that I was extra upset because it was Guy who fucked Gina- then you shouldn't be talking about things that you don't know. For one thing, I couldn't even be bothered by Guy that much. Of course since I'm a skater, some would automatically assume I would just go to pieces because it was Guy Mariano who fucked my wife. But,if you must know, it would have hurt

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