General Store Venice

General Store 1801 Lincoln Boulevard Venice California

It's fun to bump into an old acquaintance from years past, suddenly inhabiting the same conceptual space as yourself years on.   Or maybe it's not fun.  Very much depends on the acquaintance I'm sure. In this case John Moore and I went to college together, knew the same crowd and ate the same dining commons food.  15 or 16 years later he walks into the local bar.  Sort of. Anyhow, he's teamed up with the Hannah Hendersons, Serena Mitnick-Millers and Mason St. Peters of the world to open up an new old store in the California Venice.  This one is more of the fun sort.

Saturdays Surf Magazine Issue #001

In a few shortish summer months two new "inspired by New York" surf magazines:  WAX and now Saturdays.  Knowing how devilishly difficult it can be to actually put together a full on spread magazine one can safely assume any similarities in layout and organization are the product of minds thinking alike to similar ends.  And as these things go no comparison is needed. Both offer up the essential joys of creativity and surfing. I am excited to see an article about Bruce Fowler's Stoker V Machine, a board I nearly picked up myself a year or two ago on a side street in Carlsbad.  The Nick LaVecchia spread is neat to see glossy as well.  The price tag is considerable ($20 mag) but the physical weight is hefty.  There are hints of visual mish-mashiness but the interview buttressing looks to hold it together. These forays into defining New York surf culture are now shooting across the bow with less caution and more verve.  Could this mean the recession is finally letting up?

The Beach

And we read this today.

YES

Today's Thought

I think this is on this blog somewhere at an earlier date. But Alan Lopez posted it up elsewhere and it just always feels right.

True Terrace

The Sucker

 I'm a sucker for all sorts of stuff. I'm a sucker for Wes Anderson films. I can't help it. I am newly a sucker for Woody Allen films. I didn't rate them for years. And then all of a sudden his whole schtick hit me between el ojos and there I am, a sucker. I am a sucker for classical music. I listen to it constantly. WQXR. Sucker. I am a sucker for photos of ladies bums. But maybe that's more information than I need to write here. I am a sucker for weird people and a sucker for nerds. I am a sucker for hating jocks. That is, I am a sucker for the underdog. I am a sucker for my propensity to lose my temper. I am addicted to it, I think. (I am a sucker, apparently, for that humbling experience.)  I am a sucker for sentimentality. I just can't stand sarcasm. And I dont do well with passive aggressive behavior. Or rather, things I perceive as passive aggressive behavior. (See that sucker for losing my temper statement.)

 I am a sucker for these sorts of endeavors.

Rockaway Runoff

Spectacle

First Point

Well, alright.
I dunno what's up with this. I just saw it over at Reba's joint.  She doesn't know what's up with it either.  Are we just out of the loop and this stuff has already blown up and been everywhere and made everyone gush or gag?  I just don't know.

Respect

Happy Thoughts

The Gentle Reminder

Tonight

Fun. Odd. Fun.

Shuffler

Shuffle shuffle shuffle.

"Where's the hmfrhuh?"

"The what?"

"The srfrhmrhhp."

"Oh! Nancy, where's the surf shop."

"Across the street. Next corner."

"It's across the street, right there."

Shuffle shuffle shuffle.