Muraka… NO PICTURES!

So the exhibit rocked. Murakami is a true patriot to his art form. You know who isn’t a patriot though? The security guards in front of this giant display from the man himself.

I can’t read Japanese, but I’m pretty sure the title of this thing translated into “take a boatload of pictures, cause this is awesome.”
How Un-american, that this man's wish was ignored.
Apparently the land of freedom has turned into the land of jeopardized memories.

So as you can see, all these pics are from the outside.

But it was a great time.
Very cool exhibit.

Murakami actually designed the Kanye West Album cover so that was on display along with a short animated film about the Kanye bear character getting into trouble as usual (oh, Kanye). I’m pretty sure MCash wasn’t bored cause he was smiling and laughing and pointing.
Which is how you know people are having fun.

After the museum we wandered around Brooklyn. Mainly because the train wasn’t running, but it was also a good time to talk about how it sucks when the trains aren’t running.

I had this intense craving for Jamba Juice, so we went to Union Square got some Jamba’s and discussed how every single flavor of Jamba makes you sound like a Care Bear when you order it. So we put our ego’s in our pockets and ordered a Peach Pleasure and a Mango A Go Go.

Then we hit Union Square and did some people watching. I was extremely relieved to find that MCash questioned the cerebral fortitude of anyone who would attend a Silent Rave, which had just happened the weekend prior in the square. It’s when you put your ipod on, and go dance with a bunch of other people wearing ipods… I know. The amount of logical dilemmas that concept brings up warrants us never talking about it again.

Next week is the Skate Kick- Off we’re gonna build our boards and probably compare scars and stuff. Tune in for results.

Day 1

This is it.

The start of all this madness called Stoked.

We met at the Marc Ecko building at Stoked headquarters, introduced ourselves, signed some papers about promising to be good people, and jumped right into it.

M Cash is 16, a freshman in high school, likes chillin', riding his bike and rapping with his crew the Harlem Bandits.

Our kamikaze on this city couldn’t have begun any better than with some real-life from-the-heart honesty:

Me: “ MCash, I heard there’s a great exhibit at the Brooklyn Museum right now, you wanna go check it out?”

MCash: “Yo I’m gonna be real with you for a minute – sometimes I find that stuff like, real boring.”

MCash is a straight shooter.

But he can also spell compromise. We decided to go to the museum.

Which wasn’t as much of a compromise as it was just doing what I wanted to do.
But maybe the Museum won’t be boring.

THAT, my friends is where compromise is rewarded, and patience pays off.

Dang, I’m running a clinic on life skills. Check back soon.