tally is going good. not for me--i've been fully on filming detail. but fogt got 5 keeper clips today, including this:

add 2 more lines to the databanks.
no, i don't edit with imovie, but i import the footy from the tapes into imovie because i hate final cut's capture mode. then, i move the files to final cut and edit. but anywho, here's a layout of shawn's (keeper) footy. this is edited, no filler, only tricks. 2:20.

other teasers coming soon.

PS watch this, you can skip ahead to the last 5 seconds, that's the good part.


sorry for the lack of updates, i've had lots of school stuff. more goodies after tuesday. for now, here's some stills of some footy we got over the past 2 days.

going to tally for the weekend, hopefully i'll bring back something to show for it.

mandible claw

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"next time maybe you'll smash your gourd, and i'm not gonna help you."

said by gainesville's finest, keeping the streets clean (of skateboarders).

oh yeah, another good one was, "naw? naw? naw? naw is what a dog does on a bone, junior." said after vince said "no, sir." apparently the guy was so intent on thinking we were unruly hooligans that he made up slang for us to say.


i figure i might as well post this, it's a short video for a film project. it's been up on vimeo for a while, so if you've already seen it, kudos, web-lurkers.

roads from Colin Read on Vimeo.

new shit

there's a new bank at the toxic spot. jimmy and shawn, nollie bs and fs heels, and james, being james.

why i don't have facebook

"daddy, why did the dinosaurs die out?"
"because you touch yourself at night."

...but back on subject, all you people who wonder why i don't have facebook, this is why.

mandible claw does not approve

this is what public parks everywhere are doing. how lame can you get?

fine art

here's an original piece by vince. i don't understand, but i think it's awesome.

bad luck boy

no skating or posts this weekend, and the reason is that i was in the hospital with food poisoning. it's the worst! i thought i was dying....

time to sleep again. skating after i'm better

pete eldridge

i'm not usually a fan of mystery, but pete eldridge is fucking dope. the biggest flatground pop, maybe ever.

the lux

be there tonight, we're airing the full promo and other assorted crap. plus jay lang is a beast on the tables.

the fire

there is a reason i am writing this at 5:20 a.m.

so tonight i was exporting the full promo for fully flailed (it's gonna be shown tomorrow night at the top floor of the lux downtown, be there!), and i get a knock at the door. it's about 12:45. i go answer, and it's my neighbor, amuni. i'm expecting, "have a cup of sugar?" but she says, "my apartment is on fire."

i go out, and inside her front door are flames, a giant wall of fire, blocking everything. i hobble-run (see earlier post) back inside, look for the fire extinguisher, can't find it, run back out, she calls 911, and in a few minutes the fire is shooting out of the ventilation holes in the bricks, and the power to my apartment snaps off, and then the fire truck arrives. (by now i've taken dudley outside, and oblivious to the fire he sniffs at the policemen until they tell me to go to the other side of the parking lot.) everyone is outside, etc. etc. etc. amuni says her dryer started it, and now i'm scared to use my dryer (the same crappy old one she had). eventually the fire is being doused, and the firemen drag the flaming dryer out the door (the actual door itself is now on the sidewalk, where it was tossed, flaming, to be put out). firemen are badass.

so. when everything is done with, i go in with my camera light and help amuni bring out what valuables she can from the apartment, because the back window has blown out onto the street, and the landlord isn't fixing it tonight; instead, he got this dude john to watch over the place all night so no one comes in and steals everything.

which brings me to now. i was woken up a little while ago by MORE knocks. it was john, saying he smelled smoke again, and i came out and shined my light around, and sure enough a small fire was smoldering in a pile of ash and rubble where the dryer used to be. we filled up a couple trashcans with water and dumped it on the rubble, then dragged the pile outside and finished it off. it's raining now; that should make sure it's dead.

so now it is past 5, and my room smell like smoke, and i am awake.

from xkcd.com


i am cursed. or am paying for some unknown, horrible sin. so i get broken. then i get better. then i get tendonitis. then i get better. then i get bursitis in my ankle. then i get better. and now i have an ingrown toenail that hurts so bad i can barely walk.


watch this. bobby puleo and van morrison.

creed bratton

if you watch the office, you know who creed is. but i bet you didn't know that creed bratton was once a rock star, in a band called the grass roots. and they were pretty damn good, too.


i invented a new trick. i'm not sure what to call it yet. i'm thinking the "heel-clacker vertical nose manual." or am i being too literal?


will and i found this mini today. it's in an abandoned racketball court in the middle of the woods behind an old persons' home. it's mostly rotten, it has PVC coping, the deck is about to fall though--basically, it's awesome. we somehow managed to get a trick or two each on it. wait for the flail, april 1st.

the hour is now

the alien video was everything i was hoping it would be. no spoilers here, but everyone's part, except for dyrdek's and berra's, was amazing. dill killed it to animal collective, and so did jake johnson (that kid is a beast!) and of course, heath kirchart had the ender. you've seen the ad of him kickflipping over a 2-lane street, but wait til you see what else he did over it.

while you're waiting, watch this:


so. here's the news. as of now, fogt and i will be sharing a part; together we've got a solid minute of edited tricks. steve's got a couple rad manuals and lines, vince is sitting on a good bit, there's a fair amount of homey footage (you people who want parts--COME FILMING!!!!!) and shawn has maybe 2 full minutes. what the hell.

basically, the video is going to be the skateboarding equivalent of this, whatever that means:

so close

only 2 from the top now! mandible claw will soon be mine...on google at least
mandible claw!

someone is conspiring against me. i'm back down to number 4. whoever is responsible, you know who's looking for you.


hey, loyal minions: here's a teaser for fully flailed. we're working hard for your enjoyment.

fully flailed teaser from Colin Read on Vimeo.

groundhog day

it's going to be another long winter. today, punxsutawney phil said there's no sign of it ending anytime soon. and it turns out that, and this is true, the groundhog's (or groundhogs'? that rodent can't live forever...) predictions are more accurate than the government. look it up.

tomorrow is supposed to be 25/55. wednesday, a low of 22. someone buy me long johns.

further information, from exhaustive research (wikipedia):

Punxsutawney Phil's fans say that there is only one Phil (all the other groundhog weathermen are impostors), and that he has made weather prognostications for 123 years as of 2009. They say that every summer, Inner Circle members feed Phil a sip of the mysterious Groundhog Punch, which he must drink to maintain his immortality. (In natural circumstances, a groundhog could never live more than 10 years or so.) According to the Groundhog Club, Phil, after making the prediction, speaks to the Club President in "Groundhogese", intelligible only to the Inner Circle; this prediction is then translated for the entire world.


a few snaps from some of the footage from yesterday.

the phelper

phelps is sick. "come at me again and i'll rip your fucking throat out." click the link.



only 3 from the top.


was amazing. it started out with this kid jake, dustin's friend, doing a gigantic ollie--he first had to roll down 3 long steps, clack clack clack, then pop the ollie right away down a long 10 stair. then a couple more spots, then shawn and fogt got tricks on a bank to rail that i don't think anyone has gotten a trick on before, and later, on campus, fogt did one of the craziest tricks i've ever seen on a skateboard. you'll see it eventually. it's a keeper. oh, and somewhere along the line i slid across a whole sidewalk down into the street, ripping apart my pants and taking all the skin and nerves off my knee. the good news is, i can't feel it--no nerves left, yay!

here's a still from one of the spots we went to. alex fogt flailing out.

PS he rolled away.


the contest tonight was stupid. amazing tricks went down, and i have it all on film, but editing it will take too long. it'll be up here sooner or later, but take 3 hours of footage, with tricks landed every few seconds.....

the best part of the whole thing was clyde singleton, yelling 'we love the ladies!' every minute or so.