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In a country that established itself upon the principals of capitalism and material wealth, it’s becoming ever so increasingly common that amidst the struggles of trying to provide for ourselves (and sometimes others) we often forget what specifically all that … Continue reading
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More often then not, I’ll get wrapped up in a conversation concerning the age old argument of style; where does it come from, who has it, and what does it look like? And while off-the-cuff, these may seem like easy … Continue reading
It’s a long held belief of mine that self reflection is important for the soul. However, we’re often so consumed with the constant go go go of our daily day-to-day, that it’s difficult to find time to stop and look … Continue reading
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The greater Southern California / Los Angeles area has got some serious downhill contenders residing within its midst. So what better then a low-key competition right in the heart of the city that brings all of them together in one … Continue reading
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Yeah boy. Stoked to finally get this video shot. 1 year ago I had a video idea called “Light up the Road.’ It would involve shooting at Tuna at night with big spotlights. I envisioned big slider movements, Jon putting … Continue reading
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I love Los Angeles. My expansive urban jungle of concrete, freeways, and asphalt. And these days, you’d be hard pressed to find me interested to want to live anywhere else. I’m rather certain at this youthful age of mine, that … Continue reading
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This past weekend, I was able to attend my first race. The event was the North American Championships held at Bonelli Park near Raging Waters. Saturday was slated to be a practice/qualifying day. I came to the race with Dustin, … Continue reading
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Daniel Fissmer The Quest For Butter It was a time when the pavement of the land was craggy and pitted, it was a time when the sliding of our wheels sounded like the gaggle of geese flying north for … Continue reading