Dear & Yonder Film Watcheroo @ Rhombus!

You've got a whole month to plan for this, so we'll remind you again... but this is going to be some kind of event. I hear Angus (M. Gustav)  is going to be frying up fresh corn dogs and serving home made port wine.  (That last bit may very well be a vicious rumor started by Antonio.) 
Check it out yo.

Yes

Cold is the Sea

Surf Mobile For Sale

A friend in Ventura is selling something phenomenal.  You should think about the possibilities.  Imagine the serenity.  Uptick your probabilities. 

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From the Desk of Mr. John van Hamersveld

via online social networking

When Surfy Images Happen to Non Surfy People

The consternation with Facebook continues unabated.  Wifey would simply rather not have so much information about everyone.  I miss the days of being truly blind-sided by some new development.  but there continues to be a great things about the inter-connected-digital-cloud extravaganza.  One, it's great for business if your business happens to include getting some sort of information out to a number of people all at once (or just to remind your clients you still exist and still happen to be very, very groovy.) Two, you get little snapshots of people lives that can inspire.  Take Lara's photo of Pt. Reyes for instance.  I don't take her for much of a surfer.  Although I could be wrong in this.  No matter, this photo made my surf starved day.

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I Have Been Thinking About Buying a Knee Board

via Le Slop!

Ok, yeah a little late on this...

But I am posting it here because I want to watch it over and over and I don't want to have to bookmark it. Yeah, today and yesterday had a lot of render time involved... big catchup back from the vacation.

Via Niega

Sometimes you look at a blog you've not looked at in a while and you're glad you did.

Yes.

Neat.  via Hydrodynamica

Something Else To Do

via Shipworm & Gribble

Apparently aloha shirts are back "In"

Elsewhere, this may be non-news. But in New York, it means anyone with even a modest collection of "surfy flowery shirts" and even a passing habit of wearing them is now doomed.