Saturday, August 27, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Sometimes you stumble across something in the blogosphere that has the unmistakable feeling of "real." It is always a jolt and always welcome. Last winter I stumbled upon something and felt grateful. Now the sensibility is part of a film. It has been around, I've seen, in the last couple days... but we are always up for a little re-posting in case someone hasn't seen it.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
1. I have been accused of being a bad lunch companion. I simply like reading too much while I eat lunch. I'll scrounge, often frantically, for something, anything to read while I eat lunch. If it is the proverbial ingredients on the cereal box, I'll read those. The New York Post? Begrudgingly. But read. It is neither an affectation or an intellectual endeavor. It is a compulsion.
2. I love horchata.
3. A funny thing happened when I let my hair grow long again: I started to catch more waves. Call it what you will, but you paddle out looking like a surfer and people treat you like one. It's lame, sure. But it's a fact. Get over it. Also, there is something nice about having surf material in your office. One, it makes you feel grounded. You look up, it catches your eye and you remember it will all be ok. That is until the oceans are so full of plastic acid they are unsurfable anymore. Also, New York advertisery types often love the fact that you are a surfy guy. Something ticklish about that to them. I do not blame them. I do not blame me. Get over it.
4. The burrito place I got this burrito at is a classic throw-back NY Mexican joint: budget, junky and crap. But if you ask for a regular with no rice, the meal is a right-priced and surprisingly satisfying adventure into pinto beans.
Oahu, Hawaii, 1972.
Originally labeled "Hawaii", set includes photographs of:
- The Polynesian Cultural Center, Laie, Oahu; a luau, native arts demonstrations, and the parade of boats.
- Landscape, mountains, coastline, sunsets.
- An unidentified winter locale: snowmobiling, stacked logs and firemen battling a blaze.
- Honolulu, Waikiki, Diamond Head.
- A local fish market.
- Pearl Harbor; naval shipyard, airplanes, helicopters, the USS Arizona Memorial.
- North Shore surfers, sunbathers and photographers.
- Mokolii Island, Kualoa Point.
- Local faces.
- Coastline and stone arch, leeward side.
- Girls on the beach.
Part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of Nick DeWolf.
These images are among the dozens I plucked off that particular Flickr stream. So much fun, inspirational time piece stuff in there. Via, for me anyhow, Magic Bus
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
"Thursday night Nike Stadium is hosting a screening of the top 5 skate and top 5 surf videos from the US. I must warn you there will be more kick flips and floaters than you can shake a stick at.
After viewing all 10 videos you'll get to vote on which video you liked the best.
This body of work and being one of those d-bags that races out to Montauk on the weekends is why I have been such a bad friend this summer. This project is a culmination of a lot of hard work and it would mean a lot to share it with you. No RSVP needed just show up. Feel free to tell anyone and everyone."
Word on the Street is a vote for "Defend Montauk" is a vote for the right cause.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
The arrival of a major surf contest in New York raises eyebrows. For those who didn't realize there is "surf around here" the notion that the sun kissed wild men of the South Pacific might want to dip in our sullied waters has the whiff of the absurd. For those whom surfing in the New York Metropolitan Area is part and parcel to their urban lifestyle, the thought of the disruption and commodification of their cherished pastime rouses paranoia and fear. For everyone else (the ones who follow the New York Times' love affair with Rockaway for instance) the whole thing perhaps fits into the faddish patterns already taken hold. In truth, there is nothing new happening here. It is the age old arguments of lifestyle vs. sport, business vs. bliss; the ritual gnashing of teeth whenever a surf contest lands anywhere other than J Bay, North Shore, Fiji or Bells; a recipe for repeat surfy indignation. Ricardo Salcedo makes some interesting points here regarding the O'Neil Coldwater Classic. I put a couple cents down in the comments area there.
What is interesting about Thad's article in the Times is his concern for the naturally occurring low key, non-vibey atmosphere in the NY surf scene. Thanks to a small, relatively tight knit community, there is a basic sort of begrudging camaraderie at work. The stated worry is that somehow a burgeoning commercialism will tip some delicate balance, sending the planet out of orbit. It's not hard to imagine the scenario where surf crazed ignorant hoards descend upon the beaches to wreak havoc on a delicately balanced social eco-system. What's hard for me to imagine is that they would stick around long enough to cause any more irreparable, lasting harm that is not already in motion, something that's been in motion for me, anyhow, since my parents bought me my very first T&C Surf t-shirt. Obviously, I am tainted. I've helped the thing. But I can't help but think the whole show will blow in, blow out and leave little side affect. New York's surf scene is already growing faster than it had, the tensions already mounting in accordance. The contest won't do much other than give us something to watch, wonder and shake our collective head about. Something we're already doing.