Jimi Computing, Erik and Jimi Skating, and Erik Solo Skating

Jimi at the "senior" Dell, checking out the Yo Gaba site on the Internet on Feb 15th. I recently saw a link on ABC News that this show appeals to some kids in college. Recently, the show had skateboard icon Tony Hawke, one of Erik's skateboarding heroes when he was growing up, on. Jimi is pretty interested in watching Uncle Erik skateboard these days. Erik, in a diaper and showing off his chest and biceps, first stood on a skateboard at the age of 10 months. Dad Bob needs to find and scan that pix. Or maybe I have so many pictures on my computer, it's just hiding in plain sight

The pictures of me as a "Skateboard Champions" don't exist because I never was one. I couldn't even balance on a stationary one for more than .023 seconds.

Me? I was a "Tormentor/Terminator Marbles" Player, once winning a school championship in the 4th grade in Albuquerque Wherry Elementaty School.


Some would argue that Marbles is not a game of great risk. To that I say, hardy, hardy, har!! Who can ever really know if the next marble that he/she shoots with, aiming to knock another person's marble out of the ring, might not just suddenly and violently wrench that person's thumb digit right out of its socket

I bet that when Son or Uncle Erik is making these jumps he has relative safety from thumb incidents, don't you think?

Keep Jimi, Erik, or any other kid who does tricks in your heart and prayers. As far as my marble stunts and feats are concerned, don't worry about me: I lost my marbles years ago

Movie of Jimi's (and Others) Motor Skills, Oct 2006/2007 Jimi Pix, A Dog/Horse named Damu, Hick Dads, and a Self-Cartooned Pix with Mustache.

19-year old Uncle Erik practices his skateboard, as he does everyday. 23-year old Dad Darren commands the tricycle. Nearing middle age Grandmom Chris offers cheers and encouragement. Jimi speeds down the sidewalk on his scooter, emitting a toddler-warrior scream somewhere on the baby Viking-Ninja spectrum. Grandpop (goes the whistle) Bob, as usual handles the camera. Why? Because I am the main one who has the motivation to point and shoot.

I have always been an action figure in the world of people wearing wax mustaches. Maybe it's the level of battery acid in my blood's circulation system. Maybe I have an uncontrolled sense of when to do and when to don't. Maybe, I am off subject? Is the Mr. Rino, the perfecto pequeno, just darling once again?

I am just glad that I don't have a tripod, as I am sure that I would be tempted to get into action shots like this, showing non-existent athletic skills, abilities that logic tells me repeatedly that I don't have, but abilities that I will never stop trying to fake because I am one of the weakest of all men, a grandfather who wants his grandson to admire him for doing such admirable things.

Or maybe the camera is an excuse not to get involved in a scene where I would probably publicly hurt myself. Well, never mind. We all have a close relative that we can admire, the toddler of steel, endurance, fighting moves, brain/thinking superiority, and a never-ending righter of wrong--Super Jimi.

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Some Jimi pix from October 2006

Jimi-October 2007
A couple well-dressed Dads, October 2006 . $5 to get this picture on the Web and $15 to get it off

Darren got Jimi such a neat Halloween costume (like he did last year) What a great Dad, he is. Jimi and Darren should have lots of fun on Halloween night.

You can see in the picture of Jeff Young and Darren above, they can just do Halloween in their regular clothes. (I know that Darren is going to get me for this).

Peace Out. See You on the Flip Side. Don't Forget to Let the People You Love, Know and Know, and Know (and Know Again).

Love,

Bob