ill be taking the next couple of weeks off

the twankle has landed. . . ouched!

moustachio. . . . . . be forewarned!

(moustache chronicles contd) .... fact or fiction. THE TOOTHBRUSH MOUSTACHE

Adolf Hitler had a troubled childhood. He was teased severely for having the surname Schicklgruber, which was his mother’s maiden name. Adolf was forced to take this name instead of his father’s name of Hitler (or Hiedler), due to the fact that his father was an illegitimate child. The teasing continued when news hit that Adolf’s father had indeed married his niece. The very union required a papal dispensation.

Adolf felt that he could escape the embarrassment of his family by becoming a famous artist. He spent all of his time learning to paint instead of doing his study, which resulted in him failing his first year of high school and later dropping out all together.

Still desperately wanting to escape the taunts of his past, but realizing that art would not be his salvation, Adolf decided to join the military. Adolf did very well for himself in the military, but he knew that if he ever wanted to be taken seriously as a military man, he must make some changes. He decided to create a new image by taking his fathers surname of Hitler (which can be translated into either, “shepherd“ or “one who lives to hunt”), then began to sport the current popular facial hair style of military men, the Kaiser Mustache. This change catapulted his military and political career to heights he had never dreamt of.

As the Third Reich began to take power and WWII was well underway, propaganda began to rise that Hitler’s former surname of Schicklgruber was in fact of Jewish origin. It was discovered that Hitler’s father, Alois, was actually conceived in a moment of passion his grandfather experienced with his Jewish housekeeper. Because of Hitler’s well-known anti-Jewish platform, this information had the potential of collapsing the Third Reich all together.


In order to break away from this bad press and solidify himself as the “Noble Wolf” of the Third Reich, he decided to trim his Kaiser style mustache into something a bit more striking and recognizable. He chose the Toothbrush Mustache, which would become his trademark. This style was also being worn at the time by the famous American silent film star, Sir Charles Spencer Chaplin.


Hitler hoped that by doing this, the Germans would now take him a bit more seriously, while the Americans would see him as less of a threat. This tactic proved itself until 1944 when the Red Army finally succeeded in pushing German troops back into central Europe and ultimately ending Hitler’s hopes of rising to power.

Unfortunately, the Toothbrush Mustache, to this day, arouses certain uneasiness to most westerner’s, which has resulted in the near extinction of this style. There are hopes that one-day, the Toothbrush Mustache will rise again and claim it’s rightful place as facial hairs most daring and striking choice. Until that day, however, let us join together as lovers of facial hair, in the hope to find a style as memorable as this.

tony alva's day of the dead

november first. all 80'S baby.

things that make me happy

shark attack birthday

grant schubert aka 'SHARK ATTACK' and his wifey are having the combo-birthday celebration this wednesday at needles & pins. beauty bar los angeles.

seeing spots

shark attack is seeing spots. go to bnqt.com "Seeing Spots" is a new series that will give you a chance to ride along on the never-ending search for something fresh to skate.

tealeaf company runway show this saturday

tealeaf, an original brand from los angeles. im DJing this show along with some straight chaps. open to the public and all five by five!

it just keeps getting worse

Are you as freaked out as i am? The stock market is plummeting and today it dipped another 500 points. the economy is in turmoil. We aren't going to see a calm in this storm for a long time. no matter who gets elected, bush has screwed the American people. in his effort to go down in history as 'th worst president ever', this could be his last ditch effort to keep rich people rich and fuck everybody else. Leaving his mark on the history books, realistically not achieving the intended effect in the 700 billion bailout plan. We still haven't heard the specifics of this package. since this plan has come into effect the stock market has gone down over one thousand points. what the fuck? we can not afford four more years of bush's people raping the taxpayers for their political gain, for their friends in the oil industry.

The Great Depression began in October 1929, when the stock market in the United States dropped rapidly. Thousands of investors lost large sums of money and many were wiped out, lost everything. The 'crash' led us into the Great Depression. The ensuing period ranked as the longest and worst period of high unemployment and low business activity in modern times. Banks, stores, and factories were closed and left millions of Americans jobless, homeless, and penniless. Many people came to depend on the government or charity to provide them with food.


The Depression became a worldwide business slump of the 1930's that affected almost all nations. It led to a sharp decrease in world trade as each country tried to protect their own industries and products by raising tariffs on imported goods. Some nations changed their leader and their type of government. In Germany, poor economic conditions led to the rise to power of the dictator Adolf Hitler. The Japanese invaded China, developing industries and mines in Manchuria. Japan claimed this economic growth would relieve the depression. This militarism of the Germans and Japanese eventually led to World War II (1939-1945).


In the United States, President Herbert Hoover held office when the Great Depression began. The economy continued to slump almost every month. Franklin D. Roosevelt was elected President in 1932. Roosevelt's 'new deal' reforms gave the government more power and helped ease the depression. The Great Depression ended as nations increased their production of war materials at the start of World War II. This increased production provided jobs and put large amounts of money back into circulation

I really hope we dont have to deal with a geriatric conservative with brain damage who will most likely die mid term only to relenquish his office to a delusional born again christian who believes that man and dinosaurs co-existed. Not even her GOD should allow that.

the windsor knot

in an ever expanding effort to bring you all things sophisticated and cultured, don't just accept those simple knots that have no symmetry. guarenteed, there will be several points in your life where you will need to know how to tie a tie. Don't wait for a wedding or a funeral, only to find yourself up the creek with no skills. here you have it. The Windsor Knot is a thick, wide and triangular tie knot that projects confidence. It would therefore be your knot of choice for presentations, job interviews, courtroom appearances etc. It is best suited for spread collar shirts and it's actually quite easy to do. Knock 'em dead.

) The wide end "W" should extend about 12 inches below the narrow end "N". Cross the wide end "W" over the narrow end "N"

Bring the wide end "W" up through the loop between the collar and your tie; then back down.

Pull the wide end "W" underneath the narrow end "N" and to the right, back through the loop and to the right again so that the wide end "W" is inside out.


Bring the wide end "W" across the front from right to left.

Pull the wide end "W" up through the loop again.

Bring the wide end "W" down through the knot in front.

Using both hands, tighten the knot carefully and draw it up to the collar.

Congratulations, you did it! You see, it is not rocket science after all. Simply keep practicing the Windsor Knot a few more times until you can tie this necktie knot within less than 30 seconds. Truly super, leaving the half nelson and even the full nelson in it's wake. To say nothing of the willie nelson.

san diego party time

thurdsay , october 2nd , at beauty bar SD


this is thr premier night of the party we are throwing on the first thursday of the every month. startingggggggggggg...nnnnnnnnow!
there will be a couple of bands and madness. come shine alll night"!

death of a hollywood hustler

Paul Newman, Hollywood's anti-hero, dies at 83
Paul Newman never much cared for what he once called the "rubbish" of Hollywood, choosing to live in a quiet community on the opposite corner of the U.S. map, staying with his wife of many years and — long after he became bored with acting — pursuing his dual passions of philanthropy and race cars.

And yet despite enormous success in both endeavors and a vile distaste for celebrity, the Oscar-winning actor never lost the aura of a towering Hollywood movie star, turning in roles later in life that carried all the blue-eyed, heartthrob cool of his anti-hero performances in "Hud," "Cool Hand Luke" and "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid." And one of my favorite movies of all time, "the Hustler".

my birthday party

this wednesday : beauty bar los angeles! needles & pins. yaaaaaye!

markovich art show

this saturday in los feliz!

IRELAND'S FINEST

BRUCE "THE OX"

around four years ago, i found myself on a european trip with the team black label. we were all scarred and bruised having done demos and photo shoots all across the surface of the moon and the rebuilt facade of war torn central europe. these went on for several weeks and a much needed break from the constant slamming of one's body down on the pavement was needed. our team had gone from seven healthy , ambitious athletes, to three tired, sore, and angry young men. i'd seen the remaining four get sent home due to one broken wrist, one seperated shoulder, a near death case of pnumonia, and a concussion resulting in siezeure. i was pretty over the idea of being in europe , stuck in a foreign landscape and never hearing english. i wouldn't call it homesick,(since i could care less about getting back to LA) just sick of the present state of things. it seemed everywhere we'd go, there wasn't time enough for personal excursions or even half a day to go check out the city. just people expecting you to shred their set-up, or wanting some type of mini interview from you, or rushing you off to a skate-shop autograph session. you really start to feel like a whore after a while and begin to see why dudes like matt Hensley decided to hang it up and forgo the pro skateboarder life. this isn't why i started skating and ain't what i expected when i decided that being a sponsored skateboarder was about the coolest thing in the world (which it is). i don't know why, but after this tour i decided to accept an invitation to Ireland and do an interview for the european magazine 'kingpin'. although the idea of spending more time in a strange land with different customs and odd accents made me want to vomit, i thought (as i always do) this all could be over tomorrow and you'd better take every oppritunity that skateboarding wants to give you. i was totally beat and boarded the plane to dublin not knowing whom i was to meet up with, i'd never met an irish skater before, let alone an irish skate magazine editor. fuck it, live this life to the fullest. i prepared myself for more skating and my sore body was hating me, i was about to try and pull off shooting an interview in the span of a week in a country severely lacking in skate-spots with a history of an eleven month rainy season. upon arrival, i saw , thank god, a couple of dudes who looked like they might have skated. this was to be the editor and photographer. they instantly, and without provocation, insisted to me that "this is Ireland, and we take a back seat approach to skating here". i was told that, not only was there nothing at all expected of me, but it was all my show. where, when and whatever i wanted. aaaaaahhhh, i sighed. things are looking up. that evening i was to be introduced to Bruce 'the OX'. the rawest skateboarder i've ever met. Bruce 'the OX' and i hit it off instantly. he regailed me of tales of his trips to america in search of full-pipes, i was told of many Bruce 'the OX' missions that would involve hours upon hours of digging and shoveling sweeping and pick-axeing his way to some simple type of a bank to ledge or a 200 year old fountain that he just knew was skatable if he only could dig it out. i saw photos and footage of he and his mates trecking across grasslands and taking blow-up rafts out to remote areas just to get to a cement quarter pipe that was full of mud. there were missions of repelling, no joke, down into the earth into pitch black tunnels with coal-miner lights on their heads, trying to skate some abandoned tunnels. the one that really sticks with me was the footage of them crawling into the sewer systems with gas masks on and skating the sewage pipes and literally falling in shit. no magazine, no 411vm filmer following them around. all in the name of skateboarding. this is living? i thought. what this dude had gone through, his drive to seek out the unskated, the uncharted spots, made my last three weeks look like a cakewalk. right then and there i was born again. never again would i bitch about the life of a sponsored skateboarder being a bummer. this, right here in front of me , was real skateboarding, for the love of it. if skateboarding is our religion, then Bruce 'the OX' is our messiah. you'll never see this dude in a magazine, and probably never hear of him after this , but that is the heart of the whole thing. whenever i feel like focusing my board, or hate on this life due to getting kicked out of spots all day or whatever, i think of The OX. and i smile. and i skate.

in memorium

VAN WASTELL dead at 24

moustache of the 80's

rollie fingers: pitcher, batter, hero.

stache-toons

"deathbowl" movie premier monday

Deathbowl to Downtown chronicles four decades of life in New York City and showcases the emergence and influence of the urban skateboarding scene as it evolved in the gritty streets of the five boroughs. With narration by Chloë Sevigny and musical tracks provided by the Beastie Boys, Drunk Injuns, Minor Threat, Eric B. & Rakim, Wu-Tang Clan and the Talking Heads, among others, Deathbowl to Downtown is the first feature length film to show the rise of skateboarding from a New Yorker's perspective. Scripted by Jocko Weyland (author of The Answer is Never: A Skateboarder's History of the World), Deathbowl to Downtown traces the untold and historically rich story of how skateboarding evolved in New York City, beginning in the mid 1970's with a group of skaters known as the Zoo York Crew and then developed into its present day form. Deathbowl to Downtown shows how New York skaters made due with the harsh realities of the city's urban landscape and unintentionally helped shape the face of modern skateboarding.