tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234289182011-10-23T05:37:36.051-03:00laughing absurdly out loudrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02151005500315869172noreply@blogger.comBlogger6201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23428918.post-28434317580250292022010-04-21T16:15:00.000-03:002010-04-21T16:15:26.741-03:00

Ku Yah has moved to www.ku-yah.com please update your reader accounts and RSS feeds and tell your friends. I will be adding a links page in the coming days including all my blogger colleagues. if I missed you drop me an email at  ras@ku-yah.com THANKS 

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Jazzmatazz was how I knew Guru. he died of cancer on April 19th. he left behind a hella body of music.

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the boys over at SBC have put out an excellent issue this spring with lots of east coast love. there are articles from Neil Durling on slab searching and from Dean Petty on login in the Maritimes. some great shots too from local photo smiths Scotty Sherin and Zak Bush. I have a short opinion piece in this issue as well. so if you didn't get your copy in the mail then be sure to hit up the

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I got Peta from a no-kill dog shelter in Orlando in 1999. she's rambunctious and a pain in the ass sometimes but she's a good dog. B took this photo of Peta today. you can click on it for a larger view.

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radness from Oldy Critical Sliders from Nathan Oldfield on Vimeo.

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recently I've been delving a little deeper into jazz than usual thanks to Drift editor Joe Conway putting me on to do a jazz inspired blog for the magazine. funny how one things leads to another and connections apear out of the ether when you least expect it. my good friend Snake and I have been talking about jazz and his experience is quite broader than mine. Snake just turned me on to

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so sore today and my nose and cheeks burn from too much sun and wind. all good remnants of a weekend full of surf. on Saturday evening Blacks and JB and I paddled out at the hamster wheel around six in the evening. the waves were glassy and lining up nicely along the point with the occasional overhead set. it was a ton of fun but lots of work too. we'd walk to the top of the point and jump into

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sittin on a saturday wonderin what to do while Moe sleeps wrapped and swaddled like a banana. MF Doom rocks the computer speakers and outside the tree tops blow with the gusty south west wind -still naked . waves should be building. buoy is up to three meters at eight seconds. there should be a hamster wheel at a point a I know. walk to the top and get in. paddle, paddle, paddle against the

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the other day chillin at the shop with JB he says to me "man how come you never reply when I comment on your shit?" I says to him "I dunno." then he says "your shit is so serious on the blog but when you come in here it's nothin but jokes." an I says, "I'm really happy for you, 'n Imma let you finish.. but breakin down the absurd is some serious business -most serious of all time. all TIME!"

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cold wind seepsunder slitted wood windowI sit at the keyboard dreamingabout this and thatrather than work as I’msupposed toI see my bike throughthe wooden slitted window seeping windshe waits alone locked upsoon I’ll be free againto fly through city streets feigningflight of gulls over the harbourdirty harbour, whosemouth has been made to swallowmanmade detritus for two hundred yearswho keeps her

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woke up to a rose coloured sky as the sun tried to peak it's big eye over the eastern shore. now, an hour after sunrise the skies are gray and fat with springs rain. no matter at all. it's the cycle. there are other ways to get brightness into my life. a flash smile from Moe -his two little bottom teeth peering out from his bottom jaw; B's hand falling onto my shoulder in deep sleep; Peta

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it's a beautiful morning in Halifax. we arrived home from our trip to New York city yesterday to find our garden sprouting with springs firsts. so I've had my coffee and getting ready to head in to work on my bike. my friend Picasso who's been out the back somewhere in Indonesia for the past three months sent a quote from Rolling Stones Sympathy for the Devil. my favourite version of that song

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big rouge sets coming through last night. the fog was so thick that you'd barely see them out there till it was too late to try and out paddle them. I rode a few waves but not many. it seemed like for the first time I was pushing the limits of my 5'8" fishy. not enough rail for the amount of water moving. I tried going late on one that swung wide. I never had a chance. the rip moving along

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music sometimes can be used for protest. inna Jamaica that is often the case. for some reason, outside of Jamaica reggae is seen as party music. when in fact, the music is often calling for justice and peace. police brutality is appalling in Jamaica. from Amnesty's website: Police abuse has been documented by national and international organisations numerous times in the past 30 years. In 1986,

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a wave-less weekend spent with mother and son building veneering laughing napping restlessness got the better of me so off on the bike I went Sunday city streets have different faces but the potholes all still there monday morning rush off to work to edit proof politic waves are always welcome

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wish I had something clever to say today. or maybe tell you that I went surfing before work and rode choppy waist high waves alone in the morning fog. but it wouldn’t be true at all. I woke at 6:48. rode my bike to work in the steady rain, avoiding rooster tails coming off rear tires of every car that passed me too close for comfort. I sat at my desk and clicked, dragged, typed and backspaced. I

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inspiration is like the ether. if it’s there we cannot see it. Monday night’s amazing sunset session set some ideas straight for me and left me inspired. one: learning the nuances of a board takes time and patience two: that patience pays off grandly as I explore new parts of a wave three: I can slide my foot back over the fins mid-face to power through a turn –just gotta be present in the

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it's hard to think about life without the energy sources we currently use. just last night I drove 25 minutes alone in my car to a remote point break to surf powerful overhead waves at sunset. I love surfing and would not be able to do it without a car. I ride my bike to work everyday. the reasons for it have more to do with pleasure and convenience than wanting to avoid using fossil fuels.

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fuck Karl Rove fuck Open Carry fuck the American war on Iraq fuck American economic policy we have to be able to see that our leaders are some crazy fucking ego maniacs who could give two shits about "The American People"

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there was a skate shop when I was a teen that refused to carry that Natas Kaupas boards because they thought the name was Satan spelled backwards -which it is. the dude is also Lithuanian and the shop owners culturally inept zealots.

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B's been making all kinds of breads lately. from Guinness molasses loaf, to baguette, to orange cranberry scones and finally her amazing brioche. mmmmmmm.

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my friend D$ just turned me on to these guys and I can only wish I'd come across them sooner. authentic vibes here -no posturing and no front.

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feelin melancholy on a sunny saturday morning. nothin like elliot smith to set the sights straight

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surfed four of six days one day on three fins three days on four Wes knew it before the big labels got to him

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RT of Warbles calm and collected snagged this one from Grass is Greener

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it’s not always about clean waves. surfing sometimes is about suffering through storm surges shortly after the fronts move through. the whole time paddling to stay away from stray sets and maybe, just maybe if I’m lucky to get the right one come my way, I go, and it’s good. other times it’s about waist high little peelers –steep enough to speed me down the line drawing subtle lines across the

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can't stop listening to this song this morning. winds are howling gusting from 60 to 90 kilometers. the waves are beyond big. now it's a matter of waiting...for the swell to organize and the wind to switch.Yours Truly Presents: The Morning Benders "Excuses" from Yours Truly on Vimeo.

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most of us would not go to see a dancing bear -we would think of this 'circus' act as unethical and barbaric. yet we gladly support Sea World and other similar water parks who train their aquatic mammals to dance for spectators. why are these dancing mammals any different than the ones with fur?

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the Halifax Regional Municipality will be making a public apology to the descendants of those removed from the community known as Africville for the purposes of constructing a new bridge.the clip is quite telling. it shows how a community is marginalized over the years, the decades, and the leaders although stammering their words, explain how its OK.this seems to be a time of apologizing. seems

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got two two days of login in this weekend. cordless, five-over and glide and trim. you can see small kine lines comin in here. 4' @ 11 seconds is better than nottin. Blacks 'll tell ya "when in doubt, just go. what else ya gonna do?"

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"In the modern world it’s totally possible to live a completely safe existence. City riding adds thrills, danger, problem solving, social interactions, and adrenaline into my day. Better than coffee and goes well with beer."from Urban Velo

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got up this morning and went for a slow run. overnight runoff caused miniature frozen rivulets on the sidewalks and streets. most were easy to avoid but on the hill descending from my neighborhood there we so many frozen patches that it was like running around land mines. I ran slow, focusing on my foot falls and form. it was a good run.then I took a shower and made breakfast while Moe sat in his

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I've been kicking around the idea for some time now of doing a Nova Scotia surf trip by bike. the idea comes and goes each year and I've yet to commit to it. today I got the bug again.when I first arrived in Halifax in 2006 I set out to scout some possible surf spots on my bike. I've always been quite skeptical of the interweb surf sites so I knew that I'd have to go and check for myself. the

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"So Simple. Just move your legs. Because if you don't think you were born to run, your not only denying history. You're denying who you are."Dennis Bramble

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found this while browsing a local bike forum. weird."The first ever fixie freestyle event has been announced for Halifax. Hardcore fixie riders are joyously celebrating the triumph of being recognized as real sportsmen and women. The event has gained some steam complete with sponsors and documentary film offers. American Apparel, Gus’s Pub and Frenchies have all pledged their support of the event

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jah, ever living, ever strong.

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who: an 18 year old kid outta high school with a little grit, no sense, a library job for gas money and a white Karmann Ghiawhat: a passion for moving across space atop magic carpets - concrete or water didn't matterwhen:same as now -as much as can be fit in between things that otherwise matter less to himhow: with graceless abandon, sometimes timidity, in the heat of summer, with duct tape, no

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Where do I begin? Over the past two weeks I’ve been endlessly devouring information as is so easy to do in the interwebs. Where has it gotten me? I have no fucking idea. One aspect of my personality that never seems to go away is this feeling of always wanting to do something, always on the verge of something great. Who knows if it’s simply remnants of childhood dreams of escape or if it’s adult

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conclusions are not common in real lifelingering admonishments,like mid-morning moon opposing suna master of mistakeso good have I becomethat ironyhas rubbed clean offlingering remorselike day afterstomach flu belly burna master of apologyirony lostconclusions are likewinning lotto ticketstime does not waitwrongs not rightedbut forks in the road providethe choice a wiser man would chooseto linger

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"well, well, well mister. you find yerself sittin behind a new desk, a bigger screen, a window. and a wha? a who?"uh huh. swells are marchin into the headland that I like best. I know it. haven’t seen it.bike rides in blowing snow. late to work on the first week. looks of surprise on co-workers faces. different culture.I’m older than most and yet younger. less conservative perhaps? more active?

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one of my favourite Canadian bloggers (by way of Monrovia, Liberia)has just completed a project with Vice's VBS TV on traveling in Liberia. Liberia has an odd and often turbulent history and is now coming into its own after years of bloody civil war. The Esteyonage blog written by Myles Estey is one of my favourite places on the web. Mr. Estey gives us a view into another world. his ability to

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big bombs. shifty. high tide refracting off the headland and making it all warbly. got a few really good ones, a few not so good ones. got pitched on about a 10 foot face, hood filled with ice water and felt like I would pass out. stunned as I finally came up for a gasping breath. another wall of white water. try to duck dive to no avail. the white lifting me and pressing me down down down

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I've been really diggin the longboard again lately and the feeling of forward trim. saturday morning I surfed alone for a little over an hour on some little knee high rights. the waves had just enough wave face to allow for perfect trim. the feeling of standing on the board motionless while gliding across the wave face is like no other. there's no posturing, no macho antics, just the board

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I hate cops. yes it's true. just about every single interaction I've ever had with police has been negative -and no, I've never been arrested. as a teenager in Florida my friends and I were constantlyharassed by the police for skateboarding. it's one thing to tell a kid to stop skating at a spot, it's another to put them in the back of the police cruiser without reading them their rights only to

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had my first dip in the ocean in the new year today. the water has gotten a bit colder since the last time I surfed at home -about a month ago. I rode the log for about two hours in mostly waist high glassy rights. today was most definitely a login day. lotsa guys on shortboards but only three of them could make a go of it with such small mushy surf. the photo below is from a place I checked but

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in the heart of central Florida is this place...even sandbars have views

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some people really know how to have fun. B and her sis are those people. photo booth shenanigans

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sunny and green. the big oaks bearded with gray spanish moss. on my run yesterday a four-foot-long otter crossed the road in front of me on his way to greener pastures and less slime covered lakes. cows. stray cur dogs in the yard. cans of assorted American beers fillin bags and crate. full belly bloated from too much of everything. uncle R. Grannie. pops and mom. Jack the furry dog lickin Moe's

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D$ on bamboo our man on the beach Burry got some shots of proof that fat floats

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Florida beach breaks are like day old tortillassoft and crumbly

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it’s easy to forgo the beautyof solemn gray morning skiesof rain drops drippingfrom tree into puddleon blacktopped streetspeace of dawnsubdued sunrise upon gray skiesthe quiet listening of afavourite morning songthe looks on the facesof mother and babyin deep sleepsometimes when too much time is misspent on life’s listless noiseit’s easy to forget the beautyof life’s livityconsciousness shouldn’t

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and the classic UB40 tune

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it was really really good this morning. overhead sets with long walls. where was everyone? thanks for not showing up. I got to ride some mackers with just three other guys. we watched an amazing sunrise, then I had an icy walk back to the car and snowy bike ride in to work. doesn't really get any better eh.

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61 bottles of traditional red aleboard sock for my 5'8" fish -doubles as a body prophylacticnote B's print in the background. full image some other time with her permission.

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the greatest aspect of surfing in winter in Nova Scotia is that it's never crowded. in fact, there's hardly ever anyone out come November.images stolen from MSW from last Sunday's north swell

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paddled out into what looked like perfect overhead rights from the vantage of the bluff. I had the 6’3” under arm -shoulda had the 6’8” for paddle power. so much water moving made it hard to paddle for the 8 to 10 foot peaks. got stuffed a bunch. cut two slashes into my brand new winter suit with sharp glass fins. can’t imagine what woulda happened to my rear had I been skinning it. big bomb sets

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here's a video I made a while back of my cousin Tadeo playing around in the living room at our old apartment in downtown HFX.

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street art is unapologetic. David Choe has a message for us all.

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Ericailcane, DEM, Will Barras - Stay Away From Light (edit 1) from Original Cultures on Vimeo.more info at originalcultures.org

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bailed work yesterday after JB confirmed my suspicions that a certain spot would be working. it was a high tide day yesterday so likely it wouldn't be as good as it coulda been. but the water and air are still warm so whose counting?took out the fish for its first frontside session. damn I love that board. the waves were small but clean and fast with a mini hollow section on the inside. sat next

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sciencebeware of scientists who use the phrase:"we used to believe that ____,but now we now for certain that_____"next generation's scientist will likely usethe same phrase againwith new cockamamie discoveries.why don't we listento our ownintuition?why don't we understand,that the same breathwe breathe,is the same windblowing through trees?beware ofblind faith

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I'll have to make sure this kid reads Lazarillo del Tormes and Huck Finn

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Chester HimesTom Waits Tom Waits - Earth Died Screaming - The most popular videos are a click awayJim Jarmusch

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I was caught by self doubt. like a mongrel dog tryin to cross the road after a beating. it is an absurd world that we live in. and the self aware notice the absurdities more often than the self involved. but we are all ego one way or another. some manifest it less and some more. what is courage? what is determination? what is gritt? some like Chinaski did what they did out of a sense of duty to

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one thirty-six a.m.I laugh sometimes when I think aboutsayCéline at a typewriteror Dostoevsky...or Hamsun...ordinary men with feet, ears, eyes,ordinary men with hair on their headssitting there typing wordswhile having difficulties with lifewhile being puzzled almost to madness.Dostoevsky gets uphe leaves the machine to piss,comes backdrinks a glass of milk and thinks aboutthe casino andthe

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frosty mornings now. temperatures still hover around freezing in the morning and then rise with the warming sun. but soon that will change. snow and ice will come as it does at the end of each year. I never fear the weather on the commute. more so the drivers who fear the weather on their morning drives and second guess themselves with timid brakes and gas pedals and jerky steering. still

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been commuting to work by bike now since 2004. I wouldn't trade my ride to work for anything. although that's not to say it's not without its shitty moments. below is a diagram of perhaps the most sketchy and common situation I face riding my bike in Halifax. it's not only drivers speeding around you to make a right turn but also just to get around to make it to the red light before you do.I tend

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there's a buzz a buzzin. everyone is still high from last Friday's lines which at some places had more power than we've seen inna while. the surfing community here is an interesting one. about 80% are beginners who usually don't surf in the winter. then there's the middle ground, weekend warriors, committed to year 'round surfing but may not make every swell. and of course there's the core guys

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bombs have no positive attributesthese photos are of my neighborhood. it was completely flattened during the explosion."The Halifax Explosion occurred on Thursday, December 6, 1917, when the city of Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, was devastated by the huge detonation of the SS Mont-Blanc, a French cargo ship, fully loaded with wartime explosives, which accidentally collided with the Norwegian SS

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george greenough is often referred to as the father of performance surfing. on his kneeboard greenough would do super high speed cutbacks back into the pocket in a way that no one had ever done before him. tyler warren is young kid who seems to be able to ride any type of board. he's got loads of style in the water and is easily one of my favourite surfers to watch on video. here he does his best

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India Pale Ale - 6 day primary fermentation, 15 day secondary fermantation. alcohol content around 6.5%. seems to be getting better after 4 weeks in the bottle. not as sharp and hoppy as Propeller but definitely an IPA. good at room temperature too.6'8" Tom Neilson6'3" Tim Patterson5'8" Tim Stamps

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yesterday I woke at 6:30AM to change Moe's diaper. in his room it was bright like morning and yet not sunlit. I looked out and realized that the brightness was street lights reflecting off of the years' first white snow. it was a peaceful scene even though the wind was howling at 30 knots.riding my bike to work was almost like surfing shallow victory at sea beach break. in order to avoid slidin

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today as I walked down the sidewalk I saw a pigeon up ahead, standing on one foot and hopping around as if his foot was broken. I watched him for a while to see if he was truly injured. it seemed he was and yet was going along about his pigeon business, probably grateful it was a foot and not a wing.inspiring.below is a clip from Nathan Oldfield's film Seaworthy. Nathan is a truly inspiring

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I had a sleepless night. between changing diapers and too much coffee late in the day I finally closed my eyes involuntarily around 4AM. the alarm went off at 5:20. the buoys looked good for a specific place I wanted to check. I knew it would be dead high tide but figured it'd be something. loaded the car and drove through squalls and complete darkness. parked and jumped in the back seat. changed

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JB stopped by today unannounced to surprise I with my long awaited Tim Stamps Quantum. This is an exact replica of my previous one but in EPS/ Epoxy construction. this ain't no retro fish. this board borrows from the old San Diego style boards in the length and outline department as well as the use of the wide swallow tail. however, every other design element here is modern and Stamps has it

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I’m off completely. been off for two weeks now since Moe arrived. and I finally realized that the pace of my life has forever changed. the rhythm and meter are slower now. the change was like an Art Blakey solo, fast and furious. it’s too soon yet to find my new rhythm. we gotta figure it out as a family. and eventually it will settle and the beat will roll like it did before, only slower. it’s

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summer is over. winter storms bring bigger, more consistent surf. I'm ready.

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well our son is a week old today and doing well. he's constantly on the boob juice and is getting stronger and more alert each day. today I am 34 years old and aside from being in need of some outdoors time I feel great. looking forward to a surf soon.

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...is the latest addition to the familial quiver.dims: 8 lbs, 14 oz. and built strong.his mama is amazing, enduring some serious business in the hours leading up to this little carajito's birth. I love her.

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it's mid afternoon on an October friday. the wind is howling its howl from cold northeast waters. waters cooling now as the leaves drift in the streets where just days ago they swayed freely from limbs on trees. the buoy reads ten feet at seven seconds this afternoon. it will continue to build as the first nor'easter of the year makes its way across the land. meanwhile I sit at my desk and bite

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"if you can not be afraid to be laughed at, you could do so many things.""skating for fun is like a different tactic towards making a movement... it's like a form of being on the fun movement."

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for the new oneto arrivefor my morning muscles to unwindfor the coffee to be readyand for the yellow, orange,and red lines to march across the swell mapfor the lottery and for the new brewwaiting for the waningof waistlinesand for the next runaround the citywaitingto see my B whenI go homewaiting for reunionswith my brotherand hisand my folks and siswaiting for winter’s snowsand diapering

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my sweetest B got me a beer kit for my birthday. here is the first batch. it's an IPA and all the measurements before and after were good. tasted right too. two to three weeks in the bottle for the final sugars to give it some fizz and its testing time.second fermentation at a steady 67F.cleanfinal rackingputtin a cap on 'emand today we picked our tomatoes. a cold north wind has been blowing for

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"A human being is part of the whole called by us universe ... We experience ourselves, our thoughts and feelings as something separate from the rest. A kind of optical delusion of consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us." Albert EinsteinI would take this idea into a smaller arena in the sense

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1. The Esteyonage has made this list before. The author is a Canadian journalist living in Monrovia, Liberia -a country where close to half of the population suffers from post traumatic stress disorder due to years of violent civil conflict. The Esteyonage is an important reminder that there is more outside of our own easy livin.2. Wooster Collective - street art and surfing have something in

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today I turned

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I went out in the rain today to get the latest issue of Surfer magazine. The issue has Joel Tuddor sitting in as a guest editor and two of his subjects are people that interest me – Richard Kenvin and Tyler Warren. I get home and sit on the couch to read as B lays quietly watching the TV, her biggest ever belly moving with the little one inside, restless as ever and just two weeks shy of first

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...dreamed a machine to transcend the threshold where their drug addled analytics end and something else all together begins. today these two would be considered terrorists to be profiled and watched. bill talked often of his recipes for homemade botulism and other weapons of mass terror. and why? who knows. bill was a trust fund kid. perhaps they had too much. bill didn't only outlive his peers,

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my Tia Rafaela is an artist. he main body of work is her life, the sculptures, paintings and poems are adornments - a frame for her masterpiece.

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