“Whenever I see those skateboard kids I think, ‘Those kids’ll be alright.'” – Jerry Seinfeld

Here at The Manifold we got a lot of love for our compatriots. One of our favorite cohorts is the über-cül Euro skate mag Kingpin. Always good shit from our homies way across the water. Check out the behind the scenes sack attack by Axel Cruysbergh for da recent cover.

Jenkem Mag is always killing it too, and they aren’t afraid to wade knee deep into the murky, brown, corn-filled stuff a lot of other mags pussyfoot around. They also do rad interview features (which we will be doing on this site soon!), like this brand new Josh Stewart interview about making Static IV. Not familiar with Josh Stewart? Go watch Static I, II, and III immediately.

But in other Euro skate happenings, Chewy Canon has been fully transmitted by Transworld Skate. Style for kilometers!

In island news… In case you missed it, these lads have been getting slap-happy with red curbs and very likely ingesting the resultant paint chips:

Keep chipping away out there! Don’t stop until you have chipped away every bit of concrete kids! Then, and only then, when even the scraps have been demolished, may you surf.

Related poetry moment:

Subterranean Termite Blues 

by Joseph Stanton

They are making a world under our world.

Building, building, building.

Ten thousand insidious, tiny jaws are taking apart our house to fuel their underhanded city.

Secret, minuscule nibblings, no bigger than marks of punctuation or grains of sand, will someday lead to nothing-

my family open under the wide sky, home fallen into total ellipse exposed to the living light of day, as if we could live that way;

while underground a tiny, reverse suburbia will be the mirror image of all we will have lost.

Deep down underground mornings will see tiny faces lather and shave and, over a breakfast of coffee and cellulose, speak of us almost, it will seem, with regret;

while in some corner of subterranean city a tiny thorax will hunch over a tiny typewriter,

forelegs tap, tap, tapping- beginning to take away the words of this poem.