Nothing compares to the giddiness you get the moment school is out for Christmas break. The campus is quiet, the sky is grey and brooding, and the few remaining piles of snow lie like crusty corpses on the sides of curbs, but inside you feel like Louie Barletta. It’s party time! It’s skateboard time.
Celebrating Dave Mull’s 26th birthday and the establishment of the Worble Warehouse, which is currently under construction. Or, more like destruction…
In a highly individualized country, America’s youth turn to a highly individualized sport. Skateboarding, by accentuating the skill set unique to the individual, provides an outlet for youth unsatisfied with organized sport. With few stipulations surrounding the development of skateboarding, the skateboarder is granted free range to explore his or her creativity—a quality most traditional… Read more »
“In wildness is the preservation of the world” declared Henry David Thoreau. It is not in the order of cities or suburbia. Real life comes from contact with the wildness of frontier. Our state of Vermont, once 80% farmland, now 80% forest, is frontier again. The coyote has come to these woods from the west. The Catamount now stalks through our ranges like a whisper. And in the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont, the howls are heavier, longer, and there is rumor of wolves. Wildness lies thick here. Here in this state, Thoreau would undoubtedly agree, is the preservation of the world.
Barnside is a plywood roller coaster that weaves through the beams and rafters of a massive barn located in the middle of nowhere, Kansas—owned and operated by the bearded boss-man Joel and his radical wife Amy. This rustic theme park was a must-stop!
You may have noticed an ear piercing scream during the massive 19-stair lipslide in Dave Mull’s Western Impulse, which premiered on The Berrics a week ago today. Here’s where it came from.
“The sounds of kids playing, the click, click, click of wheels on a sidewalk, muffled music coming from someones house or car, delivery trucks, footsteps, helicopters, conversations on corners, they all add up to this wonderful cacophony.”