Wait a minute, I'm fucking 39?

September 11th, 1970. That's the day the incredible Ford Pinto was introduced. I don't remember it because that's also the day I was born. I must've been a mess. All purple and slimey and shit. Yuck. That's a long ass time ago, man....14,238 days ago to be exact. I still have my hair, most of my real teeth, and only 1 of my joints is artificial. I'm 39 years old and I can honestly say, I'm immature as fuck. I have no idea what I want to be in life. No idea how I got where I am. No idea what my career will be. No idea what I'm going to next week, let alone have a 5-year plan. I just cruize along with a simple plan. I just want to be happy. Happy to me is surfing or shreddin once a day, every day. Each day I go without either, I get a little bit agro. I can add a little biking and gym work to get through the tough times. But when all sports are taken away I freak out. Like right now. I'm still gimpy with an open wound staph infection on top of a lingering sinus infection. 39 is starting off a little rough. But fall is here, so my mind will be in a better place soon. Leaves are changing. Storms are coming. Here's a vid to stoke the fire....

Zimtstern "Leaves" from Zimtstern Snowboarding on Vimeo.

trim

Staph kept me out of the water on saturday, so I decided to dust off the camera and shoot some shit. Rincon was working a little. There was plenty of good waves. Right as I whipped out my tripod, the Point Concept Hardcore showed up. Morgan, Lovelace, Trevor, Albers, Will, and Gilda gettin after it on mats, displacement hulls, longboards, big flat longerboards, and everything weird. Looked like a good time. Except for Morgan's last ride. His face got attacked by an 11 foot Death Machine. Second time I've been there when it's drawn blood. No stitches this time.

Rincon 9-12-9 from Brown Recluse on Vimeo.

whoopass

Think of my staph infection as a bike thief. Stupid, horse-faced, Jort wearing, bottom feeding bike thief from New York. The worst kind. Now think of my immune system as NY bike messengers with a little Muy Thai mixed in. We have a winner! The video below clearly shows what my body is doing to my current staphlyococcal infestation.

Bike Thief vs Street Justis from triple on Vimeo.

Mosshart

The 6-disc changer is full of The Kills and Dead Weather, so I'm cruizin around maxin this shit out...

Free Culture Arts in SB

I recently found this little group of musicians and artists that perform regularly around Santa Barbara. My life is better when I'm surrounded by artistic, creative people. Hopefully some of it will brush off on me. Plus I have a dream where local movie makers (except for that douchbag Alexi) can get together on a regular basis and show whatever they're working on. Like a real world You Tube. Everybody has Final Cut Pro or at least iMovie these days. And everybody makes little flicks. I love watching them, especially surf travel ones. And I think it would be great to tap a bottle of wine, hang out with friends, and beam them onto a wall instead of a cuntputer screen. After I left the Emegrency Room last sunday, I went briefly Free Culture Art's music showcase at the Live Culture Lounge in De Le Guerra Plaza. Seemed like about a dozen local performers playing mellow tunes for the dinner crowd. Weird setup because the stage is up against the 20 foot ceiling looking down on winers and diners. But the tunes were solid with lots of good coffeehouse music that reminds me alot of Jeff Buckley's Live At Sin-e. Maybe only because it was in a similar setting with guitars. Anyway, it was fun, but my leg was killing me so I took off early. There's also an open mic might on thursdays at the SB Roasting Company. I'll be checking that out soon. Maybe I'll see you there.

Holy extra butt

My knipple turned into a knutt.

Open letter to my germs

This week is dedicated to germs and infections. I've always laughed and said "my germs can kill anybody else's germs". I'm not afraid of anything. Not anymore cuz my germs are big, fat, pussies now. They couldn't fight their way out of wet toilet paper. They're probably layin around indoors, playing fucking video games, wearin tight pants. Lazy bastards. Get up and fight for me, you rotten pricks. I'm hooking you up with a ton of Vitamin C, garlic, Immpower, and Sulfamethoxazol-TMP. The least you could do defend the fucking Temple. Fight!

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Happy Labor Day

This is going down as my Worst Labor Day Weekend ever. I've managed a couple painful bike rides. My legs felt great, but my lungs burned. Not the good kind of pain either. It was my body telling me I should be laying around ridding itself of germs and infection. I'm a petri dish. Besides the rides, I lay around in a bit of pain. I managed to drag myself off my death bed briefly last night, but had to cut the night short when the blood was oozing through the jeans. Kinda gross. Tomorrow I get to pull out the stopper in my knee so it can heal up. I guess this weekend's been payback for such and awesome last weekend. Rincon may have given me this, but I don't hate her. It won't be much longer till the winter swells start rolling in. Ying to the yang, sucka.

KNEE-PON

My knee can fuck off.
It got cut open and drained.
Filled with a tampon.

Infection detection

I'm hideous, look away. Staph infection set up shop in my inner thigh and it doesn't feel good. It's like a giant zit that won't pop. And it burns like Pop Rocks and battery acid are stuffed under the skin. The really neat thing is that I also have a sinus infection, too. Fucken rad. I went for a long slow bike ride today even though I feel like ass. Not sure how I got infected. Could've been from rolling on the mats at the gym. Or it could've been from surfing Rincon last weekend. Regardless, I'm on some heavy antibiotics now. This is starting off to be the Worst Labor Day weekend ever.

Hurley, USA

I'm in Costa Mesa. It's in California. I think I just happened upon a herd of honest to goodness, real life hipster mother fuckers milling around a pile of pizza, skating their balls off. They had all the tell-tale signs...shitty mustaches, fucked up knee-high tube socks, ratty Vans, dirty v-necks with Sharpie drawn logos, possible boy lovers, and all wearing JCTWP's (Jean Colored Tights With Pockets). Skinny malnourished fuckers, all of them. No working pieces of shit. A real bunch of scum. I wish I was their age again....I'd be just like em (except I'm certain I like girls). Fuck growing up and being responsible. These kids are living the REAL dream.

Ginger Jackson

Check out this little, doughy, over-sugared ginger kid. It's great stuff. :36 IS FVCKING AWESOME!