that was
wild!
after grading tests, discussing the finer points of pulling pints, shooting shots and evil tattoo art on a young girls arm we decided it was time to hit the road. this is all fine and good as long as you’re not a) drunk. b) madd. c) driving. d) going too far.
“A drunk driver is thirteen times more likely to cause an accident than a sober one. In the United States, more than 30 percent of all fatal crashes involve at least one driver who has been drinking. During the late-night hours, when alcohol use is greatest, that proportion rises to nearly 60 percent. Overall, 1 of every 140 miles is driving drunk, or 21 billion miles each year.”
that said, you’d assume it would be safer to walk right? well let’s examine these statistics.
“Each year more than 1,000 drunk pedestrians die in traffic accidents. Compared with the total number of people killed in alcohol-related traffic accidents each year--about 13,000--the number of drunk pedestrians is relatively small. But when you're choosing whether to walk or drive, the overall number isn't what counts. Here's the relevant question: on a per-mile basis, is it more dangerous to walk drunk than drive drunk? The average American walks about a half-mile per day outside the home or workplace. There are some 237 million Americans sixteen and older; all told, that's 43 billion miles walked each year by people of driving age. If we assume that 1 of every 140 of those miles are walked drunk--the same proportion of miles that are driven drunk--then 307 million miles are walked drunk each year.” – levitt and dubner
doing this math, you'll find that on a per-mile basis, the drunk walker is eight times more likely to get killed than a drunk driver.
j.d. summary:
We successfully made it through 5 of the 7 scheduled stops – short two stops only due to logistical reasons, not through a lack of consumption or a willingness to consume. Most of us downed at least 7 beers, two shots of Jagermeister and one shot of Jameson. According to my calculations that should have put most of us over the legal limit with a manly blood alcohol content of approximately .155%. No wonder that last round of 4th Grade math questions were seemingly so difficult. In the end only half of the group was able to correctly do long division (some clearly with the aid of an iPhone or other calculator), 40% were able to do simple multiplication, .16% (that would be two people in all) could multiply out a simple exponent, 33% could do addition, and only .16% (two people) could count how many beers they had throughout the evening.
here's how the points s
taggered out:
1st place df (aka master of all games that involve drinking)
2nd place fg (aka the only master of his faculties while drinking)
3rd place jb (aka beer chug master)
discretionary points:
j.b. but you can call him 'ice pack'
s.m. nicknaming our waitresses barbie and skullie
j.d a well deserved coordinator point
way to go! john d
gather round men or should i say GETHER. i don’t claim to know much about anything. i, typically, have more questions than answers, but the concept of crowd sourcing makes my mind explode when i think of all of the possibilities.
is it just me or does anyone else hear the detroit rock city bass riff every time you see this <-guy's face in the news. come to think of it... where is the demon these days.
after writing about street art in dogtown, i discovered banksy. no one knows who he is, but i’m sure im not him. i appreciate his art as well as his sense of humor. and the irony of street art leading to vandalism (in the form of cutting the stucco off a the side of a building to steal his works and sell it on ebay) makes me like it that much more. probably not what he had in mind when he did his graffiti removal piece. on the other hand, i applaud him for finally getting that old eye soar tanker
on pch removed. i liked it banksyfied. it
there was more talk about bonus points. im thinking field trip. send in a picture with you beside a banksy original wearing your moty t-shirt for an extra point. or if he infiltrates your top march madness pick you’ll get an extra point too.
march madness selection sunday is march 13.
the scores are up. we have our winner.
a slew of uk artists got together to record 4-33 as a protest piece to compete against simon cowell’s x factor for england’s number one christmas single. a few of the artists performing are billy bragg, pete doherty, heaven 17, the kooks and suggs & chas smash from madness. 
that’s not true, but scientists have determined that the sun is going to run out of fuel. apparently, the sun a middle aged star that could be cast on the next surreal life. at least it survived those notorious child star years without a horrendous car accident, drug overdose, eating disorder or awful parent/manager issue. so get you christmas lights up now (you only have 5 billion years)! i’d rethink those high efficacy strands r.b.
at some point, each has separately put it in her mouth – gross. i found skateboarding again at the age of 11. i remember this because my friend got caught with stolen property. you could call it trespassing and grand thief… we called it hoping a fence and taking rejected decks, trucks and wheels from veriflex’s dumpster. i had been there many times, but i wasn’t there the day of the shopping cart. there was no arrest or fine or anything like that. he just had to return the stuff they found. eventually, all the moms talked and i too had to return my stuff. i remember this because it was humiliating. i skated my first pool when i was thirteen. anthony’s pools went out of business and left behind three empty pools on their lot. i remember this because it was my puddle of blood that left the stain in the plaster right next to the drain. not too long ago, in my dad’s garage, i found one of the fruits of my dumpster diving days. a veriflex ten deck. 
i remember this because we used to soak warped decks in water and try to get them to dry flatter (there was no concave or double tail kicks in those days). over twenty years have passed since i’ve skated any pools or ramps. this time i thought i’d be more responsible. i bought pads and helmet and a pass to the cove. i thought i was just a little rusty, until a kid pulls some sort of kick flip fakey in the clover 
probably a neverland ranch ebay sale. the other can only be explained in words (sorry no pictures). stuck in rain soaked traffic on the 101 my wife and i could just barely make out the pornographic video on the screen of the car in front of us. [talk about shutting the kids up with a video...]. normally, i would be swerving and weaving, jockeying for position “making up for lost time on the road”, but for some reason i was content in the second to the fast lane. {it was reminiscent of trying to watch scrambled playboy channel on my folks ON tv}.
as we cross the start line i spot some talent. a pony tail with a nice… er ah runners legs that look to be about a 8+ minute mile and well worth tailing (or at least trying). as we made the second turn the pack thinned. the pace was not what i hoped, but i hadn’t trained plus it was a very inspiring view. at about the same time i realized she was with shirtless, spray tan guy that i dubbed mr manhattan. he was many years her senior and waiving at everyone. and after listening for many blocks i learned several unimpressive yet important facts about him. the best was the extensive laser process to remove the hair from his golden orange back. hey, he was sharing with us (ok her – i was eves running). i would have stayed to hear more {this guy could certainly go on about himself for an hour}, but i wanted to finish the race, a beer at hennesseys and be home before mr manhattan tells ponytail about his audi tt. when i witnessed him recklessly swerve across the street (i was certain he was doing a little crop dusting), and throw double shakas at one of the race cameramen i knew i should have brought an ipod.
the flop: recently, i received a link to an interesting book. this book is in spanish, but the title translates to the boy who searched for yesterday, and the artwork on the cover is nearly identical (in content) to a page in my book.
