A Few Days to Recover

I can't remember ever experiencing anything like the video of Steve Berra discussing the (BATBOX) damage suffered during his warehouse flood, and discussing it over the extremely affecting sounds of Bon Iver and their Emma song.

Watching it provides an entirely new emotional response. It is a genuine extension of the human experience, like the first time a pet dies. Or like having an old buddy who you've known for years one day suddenly get really into, say, sewing. This would feel new and different, a new experience. Except with Steve's video, here, the new feeling has that familiar Steve sheen of self-righteous manipulation.

So maybe imagine the same buddy from above sitting down over a beer and explaining his sudden interest for sewing by saying he wants to sew a shirt for someone out there in the world who needs one. That, look, it's a cold world, the wind cuts like a bitter knife or something and your buddy, being a good buddy, has got a person for whom he's gonna sew this free shirt. He's giving away the shirt to a person, thus the sewing. Or several persons. Several shirts!

But then later you learn that as a matter of fact he hasn't been sewing philanthropic shirts, but actually sewing a very complex LARP outfit for himself. That the so-called gift will never leave his own, sewy hands. Imagine this feeling. It'd be new.

Steve explains: as an apology to the shops for the delay (caused by flooding) in the Berrics promotional BATBOX / DC campaign, he is throwing in free Berrics backpacks and t-shirts, which say BERRICS on them. In the first video, Steve was dumbstruck and sad, and asked for some time to recover. But by this update video's end, Steve has chippered up some, and after a little soccer Steve's feeling good and easy-going again, and just happy that nobody was hurt. Now the rooftruck is turning from lemons to -ade right in front of our skateboarder eyes! Also newsworthy: this flood.

Bad taste, Steve. Your flood was perhaps dramatic to you, but no need to linger when real people are suffering and dying and displaced! Dude Life (just me in the office right now) supports your American right to promote and sell your goods. But let's not go grab-assing all over the minds of impressionable (stupid) young skateboard consumers. Joe Camel was a dick.

Gnartists

Nick and Anders do everything together. They live together, skate together and even appear in art shows together! What a pair. This past Tuesday they each had pieces in Lula's Car Engine Show, which was curated by Anders himself. Way to go dudes!

Older man....

older man.... from David Thomas on Vimeo.

Another dam birthday. Call him 314-276-925? Ask for Kyle. Love, Dude Life

Jack Attack

Jacks back from David Thomas on Vimeo.

Congratulations Jack on your new job as the Vans rep for the midwest territory. Here is a little something to show everyone you rip it, as if we didn't already know. The Daves also make a small appearance.

Stickers!!!!

Come and get em boys. Dude Life has a sticker.

Dude Life sticker from David Thomas on Vimeo.

Birthday

It is a special day today for Dude Life. It happens to be Dan Picard bday! We love ya bub.

Dan Picard BIRTHDAY! from David Thomas on Vimeo.

p.s. There is a secret version that requires a password based on this question: (Dan has a knack for one of these).

And Hold Their Manhoods Cheap

Let us return once more into the woods this August. And let us remember to pack lightweight long-sleeved shirts to protect our flesh from the flocks of ravenous skeeters who, as my and I hope all religions have it, are soldiers of the devil herself.

You guys in St. Louis, all you Pretty guys with your haircuts, you should come meet up with us this weekend in the woods by the lake in Wisconsin.

Those who do come will benefit from recalling our lesson learned earlier this summer. Which is this: should one find oneself lost in the woods, separated from one's mates by fault, folly, or having to piss and getting confused, the first step of survival is securing HIGH GROUND (which likewise proves valuable in times of flash flood and/or general low ground boredom). If the terrain is flat, one is advised to climb a tree so he can have a gander to locate one's mates or even one's campsite. If still one is lost, or if one is too fat or drunk to climb a tree, one should unholster one's handgun and fire two shots into the air, two shots being the camping code for "I am lost, and unable to find camp." One's mates should, if they have been trained, fire a single handgun shot into the air, translating to, "Camp is here. We have provisions, you fat fuck." One should not, above all things, panic, or even succumb passively to the pervasive and insidious enemy of all campers, which circles even more tightly than the skeeters about one's head. That enemy is fear, pussy. Let's go camping.

The other, "Action Jackson."

Jackson has a Pretty stalker. from David Thomas on Vimeo.

Here we have Jackson, not to be confused with this Jackson and some strange stalker. He's a rad dude that rips at life, he can also skateboard very well, just like the other Jackson. A little teaser to what's coming in the fuuutttuuurre.

p.s. Did I have to many Pretty plugs in here? Never.