Signaling the end of an era, Ted and Carmen left last week. Back to Canadia, a fabled land full of dirt cheap thrift stores, Stevie Nash, and more good bands than New York, London and Seattle in '92 combined. Farewell, you lovely people.
So come back, I'm waiting:
Ted shredded a bit. But dinner at my house + skating = cramps. Not a good look.
"Ted do it again, but slower. And make the landing this time too, instead of falling so hard."
We then headed over to Sean's, but the L was all fucked up (what's new?) so we decided to indulge in some stray PBR's that Ted had sitting around. (Ed. note-That's why Theodore is so bro, who just has a stray pack of Pabst just sitting in the fridge like that? In addition, the flash didn't do that, hes just that pale.)
Guess who did that? (Note how it actually looks like it says "eelibration")
The moon was the color of pumpkin guts, so we just fanned out on it with the help of our camera's and their seemingly infinite amout of color/white balance/shutter speed settings.
What I reckon is that the building does a new letter every night. Next night 'G.' Or perhaps they go shuffle like iTunes, maybe next up was 'Z,' fuck if I know.
Carmen's camera was fucking weird, it made the city look like a vortex hit it. Like red-eye for the skyline.
Ted was trying to see if his could do the same. (Nope.)
Flash off.
Flash on.
And then, much like the graffiti on Ted's roof, the celebration was short. Tears followed.
+p.s.
More from parties from days past and present, once I recover from my lack of Canadian bros.
New stuff! While I may not be a true skate photographer (a la O'Dell) I thought that I ought to get some pictures in before Theodore left. I did, now they are here. Enjoy. Or don't, I mean, whatevs.
He was a sk8er boi/I said see you later boi:
When we stared it was still a bit light out.
It got darker periodically. (Within a period of about five minutes or so actually.)
Ooooh, nice. But in all honesty, he probably didn't nail the landing. Ted was a bit "rusty." (Ed. note-I'm not being a hater, Ted' the one who said he was rusty, i.e. the quotation marks.)
"Uh, it gets hot when you skate. Let me take my jacket off." For optimal humor, this should be said in a Napolean Dynamite with a Canadian accent type manner. (Don't forget the hoser "eh?" at the end. So essential.)
That seal sculpture/water pump in the back was amazed...at Ted's ability to bust his ass. Zing!
FYI, he probably fell on this one too. The videos are dark, sorry about that. I should have brought a Mag-Lite or someting, maybe next time. Oh yeah, and maybe next time I shouldn't sound like a such an exited little fan boy when some one makes a trick too.
Hopefully you are using Mozilla Firefox when you look at this site. Because then you can see this (and all of the other) picture(s) in it's/their original size(s) and observe Ted rocking fucking the eye of the tiger!
Manual!
There are two types of Ted falls: a.) A thunderous thud onto the ground. Usually causes a loud groan and "aww, shit." b.) Ballerina status. (Pictured below.)
El Theodore almost decapitated two little Mexican children like, the third time he did this. The funny thing is, the moms were all "Don't worry about it, keep the sesh going." Awesomeness ensued. Canadians just bring out good vibes like that.
Because Young Edward was not able to complete the ollie/manual/ollie triplicate, we headed to where the arrow in the back pointed.
Across the way from Bronx High School of Science.
This shit was like, half a centimiligram wider than the width of the wheels. It looked scary.
There were a few of these. (No big thuds, thank goodness.)
Yaaaaaaay! It looks almost like Ted is just posing and not moving here. He is (moving, that is, not posing.)
+p.s.
More phots from the sesh lite that went down on Ted's last night here. Additionally, us fanning out on the moon the same night.
Hello young lovers. Here are new pictures from the past few weeks. There are a few more updatdes that should be up soon.
These are froom a (very) small jam at Sean's new place, and some shots from a visit with my dad.
New ways of living:
This is Jake's new room (he'll be residing at the Pat/Adam residence for the remainder of the month) He' been fanning out on his new Mac lately. Understandable.
The bar across the street from Sean's place is pretty rad.
Pearls!
Apparently there was some type of smoke thing going around, and it seems to have had some type of effect on Jakers.
Shades! (Asia's accsessory game was in top from.)
We went to the Empire State building with my dad when he visited. It was a gloomy day. (Not because he was here or anything, it literally was a really gloomy, rainy day. Besides I wouldn't air out my father issues here anyways, jeez.)
Death from above.
My dad's (new) wife 's cousin works in the Empire State building, so we got to see the boiler room or where Jimmy Hoffa is buried or some shit. This chart thing was rad though.
I got home and called around to see what was going on. With no leads, I decided to get a late night skate sesh going. Twelve hours and a long hospital visit later...(fractured forearm, two weeks in a backsplit cast)
+p.s.
Ted has left us. But before his departure, we seshed. So expect skate pictures and even some (dark, yet viewable) video.
Baryshnikov tactics.
"Ted do it again, but slower. And make the landing this time too, instead of falling so hard."
We then headed over to Sean's, but the L was all fucked up (what's new?) so we decided to indulge in some stray PBR's that Ted had sitting around. (Ed. note-That's why Theodore is so bro, who just has a stray pack of Pabst just sitting in the fridge like that? In addition, the flash didn't do that, hes just that pale.) 
Guess who did that? (Note how it actually looks like it says "eelibration")
The moon was the color of pumpkin guts, so we just fanned out on it with the help of our camera's and their seemingly infinite amout of color/white balance/shutter speed settings.
What I reckon is that the building does a new letter every night. Next night 'G.' Or perhaps they go shuffle like iTunes, maybe next up was 'Z,' fuck if I know.
Carmen's camera was fucking weird, it made the city look like a vortex hit it. Like red-eye for the skyline.
Ted was trying to see if his could do the same. (Nope.)
Flash off.
Flash on.
And then, much like the graffiti on Ted's roof, the celebration was short. Tears followed. 
+p.s.
