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josevadi:

when i’d call the temp agency in the morning and they’d tell me you’re working in such and such building at some easily memorable address - the kind of simple address only multimillion dollar accounts in the floors above can secure - i remember trying to make that faint inkling of glory tangible to swallow the fact that i’d die for any opportunity to make $13/hr (minus public transpo from Oakland) to file a day-traders receipts away into the metallic five-tier filing cabinets that lined - and still line - most of the hallways of san francisco’s financial district, just to get by. revisiting a previous place of employment can be as weird as going to bed with a previous lover for the sheer pleasure of letting that person know you exist. i’ve done this once: the bookstore in DC that previously employed me before years as a temp, working for an agency that vanished before a tax season, without a W2 or forwarding address in sight; a bookstore where i worked the sunrise shift at 6am, walking from the Green Line toward the Federal Triangle, passing the already-on-a-break construction workers downtown. it’s these buildings in SF though, in such a concentrated geographic space and time, with whom i have no memories associated with the endless gigs performed daily, in the same pair of stained black dockers and starched blue shirt. like i called that agency each morning asking for a day’s work i could evaporate somewhere in my subconscious as quickly as the wages that held my rent together long enough for me to finish my first play in a 3-bedroom apartment in downtown Oakland, the smell of the drive thru next door peeking through my roommate’s door.

josevadi:

my left knee still cracks from a skate injury in 1998. quad stretches sporadically throughout the day to avoid soreness. still, one of the best parts of filming a documentary in Stockton last weekend was landing a varial heelflip 2nd try in New Balances on some 16 year olds dilapidated excuse for a skateboard. the wheels were so small even cruising lead to partial wheel bite. landing that trick during a break working on a doc about poetry felt full circle: skateboarding was the first reason i started writing anything, on the brown-paper-grocery-bag that protected the cover of my 8th grade spanish textbook.
if there’s anything skateboarding has taught me it is the power discovered within the act of saying No for the sake of doing something new and necessary. not just for yourself, but for the culture you represent. beyond its depiction in the x-games as a sport, skateboarding is entirely misrepresented in most things Mass Society. yet it’s everywhere. it’s in every Supreme five-panel cap non-skaters wear thinking it’s something new. It’s the resurgence of vulcanized soles in footwear or the popularized use of the term epic:skaters have been on game since day one.and this happens when skaters are at the helm of the skateboard industry. this week you could hear the sound of the industry’s collective jaw drop after a single, hand written note from one of the greatest duos in skateboarding announced their departure from their previous company into new, unknown waters. and it’s fucking awesome exciting, inspiring, and necessary. to own the means of your own production. to leave behind something that could curate and springboard a new generation, or at the very least, represent something different and unique.and it’s our big little secret.

Gonz

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upnorthtrips:

Fab Five x Spike x Samo x Warhol

this happened?

more writing than new photos, hence, josevadi.tumblr.com

babylonfalling:

for the children

#neverforget #grammys

two years prior.

bobbicharleston:

Dancers, Mott Haven, David Gonzalez, New York. August 1956, from the Faces in the Rubble series.

at Lake Merritt

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