Blupdate

Hey London.

Three holidays, two phones, one iPod and many nights of mayhem later I'm packing my bags, kinda like last year. But not really.

Whereas I was looking forward to San Diego in a kind of 'Dude... Dude!' way, knowing that after 4,5 months of surfing and hamburgers I'd be back in the snow and behind my fav. DJ booth, having been accepted to King's College made a completely different impact. Not entirely apprehensive, not exactly scared, not completely sure and absolutely unprepared.

Having found a beautiful apartment including ridiculous roof terrace (see picture) in Central London, I should be very excited about my academic future in the most expensive city in the world. I am, kinda. I am also very broke.

Nevertheless, the prospects are stunning. The neighborhood is, for my taste, beyond classy (above a fixie-shop, across a graff supplier and a boardshop, next to a bar) ...

...

... and it's been three weeks since I started writing this post.

Yesterday, I attended an intimate funeral in Lochem, Netherlands. My dear grandmother passed away after a long and arduous battle against cancer. I feel blessed to have had her in my life, and cannot possibly understand how much she must have meant for those who have been around her far longer than I. What I do know is that I have never met a kinder human being. I fail to see why the best of us leave earliest, but wherever she went, it's probably a lot better over there - especially after her arrival. May she rest in peace.

I'm flying back on Saturday to resume my studies. Currently drawing up a battle-plan for surviving the aggressive hipster scene I have to live in. Until then...

Lucky Bastards

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Lucky bastards. Syeah, that's us. Writing from the slopes of Austria right now! I'm looking forward to some hardcore shredding and blogging... Keep checking the Mountain Hollywood blog for our adventures!

London

Great.

I have 10:55 left to write something with my 'Virtually Free' WiFi access, here at Benugo's, Great Portland Street. But what am I doing here anyway? Wasn't there some party going on in Utrecht, or shouldn't I be on a bus towards Austria?

Thing is, there is a party going down in Utrecht, but not yet, and I will be on a bus towards Austria, which still blows my mind. But for now, I believe the more distant future to be a bigger concern than soon-to-be recent awesomeness. I'm speaking of that post-graduation stuff I mentioned earlier when I was in San Diego, the scary part of life when you try to stop being a fullgrown baby.

I'm in London for many reasons, but first and foremost, I'm checking out King's College. The Masters program they offer is literally off the chain (though I doubt King's Scholars would refer to it as such) and the city itself is Amsterdam squared, so who am I kidding?

Tonight's the last night in town, flying back to the low lands tomorrow afternoon. Revolution, the Roxy, and madness in Bethnal Green. Hopefully to be continued from September onwards :)

Please Vote!

Hello friends,

I joined a competition hosted by SONY, they need to get someone to a mountain - pretty soon.

They're talking about this event, this laptop, this camera - anyway, I know what they really need. They need hardcore shredding, and apparently they need someone who 'has what it takes'.

I think I know the answer to that question.



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We can do this :) Please vote for me!

All Is Quiet On The Western Front

Hello :)


It's about time I update this sorry blog. Sitting by the sweet, sickening stench of a vase full of daffodils with a raging fever, I pat my dog and wait for my tea while I count down the hours until my next dose of medicine.

What I'm really looking forward too, no jokes, is Cool Runnings on TV tonight. Jamaica has a bobsleigh team. Jah bless!


And now for the real update. Above, a picture of the real. That shit will mess you up, and I'm the puking truth of it (Note the Neishon bandana... Europe in the house!)...

The past month(s) have been covered in snow. From getting hammered in Park City, Utah to getting crazy in Ramsau, Austria (see previous blog posts) to literally blowing my own mind in La Joue Du Loup, France - everything was covered in copious amounts of fluffy white shit. Yeah, even the place I dare to call home had more snow in a week than it did in the past 25 years. Even my 9 to 5 office job was marked by the journey to and fro - trudging through whatever fell from the sky the night before, in freezing Utrecht.

I grilled some chickens, watched some Jersey shore, drank 'some' Jager, DJ'd a few terrible (and a few pretty good) sets, started rocking again with my b-boys, repeatedly slammed my head into a wall after seeing the new skills of my b-boys, printed some shirts, had some nights on the town, landed a rodeo, threw some beer in my drunk friend Beanz's beans, jumped out of a 2nd story window around 5.30 am in my underwear, redefined the word hangover, ignored what seemed like a lil' cold, spent the first week of my last semester of college reconnecting with the frat... and then all things went wahoonie-shaped.




That's where I live now, Kromhoutweg 39B. All my walls have already been covered in useless musical shit that nonetheless make it seem like I really know my trade. I'm pleased with the result, will take some new pictures soon. That ghostly shape on the last picture awkwardly navigating the ice to my doorstep is Raissa coming to collect some skitrip pictures. Oh god, skitrip...

But what has changed since leaving Cali? Are Dutch douchebags really not that bad in comparison to American ones? Have I put things in perspective the way I thought I would? Am I reborn in my own country after my short hiatus in Ameristan? Burgers or stamppot? All in all, what's the damn status quo?

It's something like this:


I took the best ingredients from the states, peppered my brethren with them, boiled them under a French sun and now I have to live with the consequences. Shit just got real.

However, I still feel like the real reason I'm ill is because I'm suffering from a serious In-N-Out deficiency, a lack of contact with my intellectual hippie bullshit bro, the French giant, the loaded skateboarding stoner Jew and the true Californian Ninja. But that just might be the fever playing tricks on my mind, who knows.

For now, suffice to say that even thinking about what happened last month gives me a spontaneous hangover. Who'd have thought. Maybe missing out on last night's extravaganza wasn't such a bad idea after all, but hey, we'll see what the coming months bring. So much for putting effort into a last semester...

I hope I run into something interesting enough to blog about again soon. Until that day, fare thee well!

New Phone

My C902 was stolen last August. Let's test this Aino : )