the predatory bird

Author: Rat of NIMH

  • All in the Best Possible Taste

    The good folks at Deluxe were kind enough to send over a bottle of the highly sought after, limited edition, Dylan Rieder with the Hobo Wine Company, collaboration Cabernet Sauvignon. We here at the Predatory Bird are fascinated by this type of trailblazing action-sports meets fermented-fruit-juice idea. Here’s a short video presentation about our experience with this rare (more…)

  • A conversation with the author of The Impossible

    Hoping to bridge the gap between how sports illustrated might cover skating and how the specialist media covers skating comes Cole Louison. It is a perilous, cracked interchange to traverse but, armed with a deep appreciation of David Foster Wallace, Louison has articulately crossed that precarious structure. Those details he saw from up on that treacherous overpass have been carefully compiled in his book The Impossible (you can read the review from issue 9.4 of Color magazine by clicking here). (more…)

  • cat literature

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  • Going West: Our Father the Sun and Our Mother the Earth

    A couple of miles southwest of Cannich is the Fasnakyle Hydro Power Station. Gravity pulls water down the mountains and the energy wrapped up in this process is harnessed and distributed as electricity. Following the energy back through time we cannot avoid arriving at the sun, (more…)

  • Going West: Encouraged to be.

    From Beauly we follow the A862 south for a couple of miles then turn right on the A831 towards Struy and Cannich. At a small road signposted Kiltarlity 2 ½ Eskadale 4 ¾ we turn left and freewheel down hill, fast, towards Black Bridge over the River Beauly. My spirit soars, I am an eagle, a kingfisher, a pterodactyl, (more…)

  • Going West: Flesh Ripped from Bone

    My stepfather’s Marin Larkspur is jammed under the bike holder and I’m sitting on the fold down seat by the carriage door as the train accelerates away from Dyce. Oil company crew changes and the beginning of Easter break ensure the train is over capacity; the vestibule is rammed, hot, and the country is spluttering. (more…)

  • Top of the Mountain

    We were living in an incredible time. Industrial civilization, as it was referred to, was fueled by the fearsome energy of a younger sun. As a species we had never produced so much oil. We were burning around 84million barrels every day; more than would ever be possible again. A small portion of the species had easy access to global travel. These were referred to as “tourists”. They were everywhere. (more…)

  • The Riding the Long White Cloud post

    Below, in 5 parts, you should hopefully find a film of a muscle-powered tour that a group of skateboard enthusiasts undertook in New Zealand one summer. My idea was to use the trip as a speculative platform from which (more…)