The start of something new

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So, no one called me out on it, but in the interest of disclosure, I will ‘fess up: I lied. Know how I said the skates in the last post were K2s? Well, they’re not. Those are my old Rollerblades. * My K2s were squat and bull like, soft boot and hard cuff. On their own they reminded me of a crouched beast, all bunched muscle waiting to spring. Just like the new K2s I got 2 days ago, pictured above. Midtowns are a less aggressive skate than the old Fattys – they’re called lifestyle skates, I’ve learnt, durable all rounders – but they still have that broad base, built in soul plates, and a cut in the frame if I really wanted to stick a pair of little wheels and grind plates on them. I think my days of jumping on curbs and things …

Finding soul

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Belgrade, Serbia I’m presently consumed by wanting. There’s garden variety wanting that happens all the time: the new laptop because the close-to-4-year-old one I have is having trouble drawing enough juice to power processor heavy tasks. All the books in my wishlist. More money. Less body fat. To ride the Trans-Siberian Express. And so on. Then there’s must-have-or-will-DIE kind of wanting. Utterly irrational, especially since the object of desire is completely inconsequential. The last thing I remember wanting with that sort of ferocity, is the pair of skates in the photo above. Brand spanking new K2 Fattys, Scott Crawford edition. One of my friends took this photo in the old Bishan Skate Park, circa 1997 (cropped to hell so you can’t see my dorky helmet – that’s my best friend Serena in the background, trying not to laugh too hard). It was such a …