Located near Pico Rivera (a suburb of LA) this may have done some damage to the 5 FWY.
The 5, as it is known locally, is a major transportation artery which looks like it's doing it best parking lot imitation while they attempt to repair the damage.
There seems to be some confusion so I thought I would point out some sure fire ways to tell
Putting your board on top of the car, not strapping it down and driving away.
You can't say you are a real surfer until this happens
and it happens to everyone
Nothing quite beats the sight of your precious shred stick majestically twirling in the wind
that is until in does that first bump on the pavement,
possibly followed by several trucks
That the sight is watched in reverse via your rear view mirror some how intensifies the experience.
I’m not sure this is really what Jimi Hendrix meant but could be. You never know with Jimi
Getting a new surf craft and having conditions turn to trash for the foreseeable future
I am experiencing a bit of this now as a matter of fact
But the joy that goes with the new craft, the colors, the smells, the hard earned cash disappearing from your wallet...
Photo kiped from Intruder in the Surf (who just got another new board so I feel no remorse what-so-ever)
You drive that puppy home taking more care than you did with your first born.
The board gets some place of honor where you gaze at its graceful curves for hours awaiting tide and swell to come together in a appropriate first offering / go out.
But then the ocean shuts down completely and the wind turns onshore for weeks
Your first ride consists of standing on your board as it sits on top of your bed while your brother jumps up and down on the bed trying to knock you off.
PS the surf doesn’t come up again until the board slips off the bed and sustains a huge ding which you don’t even bother to patch before the first go out.
Last way to tell if you are a real surfer, possibly advanced
Driving along the coast highway one fine summer day (with boards securely attached) you pull up to the stop light and after bringing your vehicle to a full and complete stop, you turn to gaze lovingly out to see a decent set rolling in. As you watch, the signal changes, now at this point there are two possible out comes. If you are just a surfer (or surfers really because your car can be filled with your friends doing the same thing) then some trucker with an air horn will gently bring you back to reality by giving said horn a little beep (said beep will probably make your ears bleed, but hey you are blocking traffic). Now I said there are two possible outcomes and I know that's true because I have experienced them both. If you are in the presence of GREATNESS, that is a true surfing master, (I once has the pleasure of driving down PCH with Don Rendondo although I heard JJ Moon can pull this off as well) a localized veil comes over the area, and EVERYONE turns to watch the set. Only after the end of the set does everyone snap out of it, just as the light changes and you go on your way. No honking, no bleeding, so cool.
So there you have it, if any of you have any "ways to know..." leave 'em in the comments section.
The Story of Stuff is a 20-minute film that takes viewers on a provocative and eye-opening tour of the real costs of our consumer driven culture—from resource extraction to iPod incineration.
Annie Leonard, an activist who has spent the past 10 years traveling the globe fighting environmental threats, narrates the Story of Stuff, delivering a rapid-fire, often humorous and always engaging story about “all our stuff—where it comes from and where it goes when we throw it away.”
It's not the stuff, we have to have stuff, what the consumer culture doesn't cultivate is any awareness of where the stuff comes from, the impact it has during it's maufacture, where the stuff goes when we are done with the stuff and the ongoing impact it has if it's incinerated or stuck in a landfill. I would also venture to say that the ability to distinguish between a good piece of beautifully made custom stuff is over shadowed by the latest, newest, shiny, "tastes great less filling stuff" and the ever popular desire more, more,morestuff.
Well now we have gone an done it
Coordinated human actions have changed the weather patterns in California
During the Academy Awards show a few nights ago, many of us ran to the refrigerator in perfect commercial break synchronization. The huge amounts of cold air escaping from all those units at precisely the same time has mixed with the relatively warm air from the California offshore current zone (cocz) and has created a dense fog bank off the coast.
This has curtailed the current El Nino pattern and moved us back to a fall pattern with a windy and occasionally offshore focus.
Widely scattered reports of people crashing they cars as they speed to local markets to buy Thanksgiving turkeys are unconfirmed. (I did see someone walk right into a building yesterday though)
Personally, I have a new mat to try out.
I just want the wind, swell, and runoff conditions to clean up enough for a few quick go outs.
Surfboards are beautiful hydrophilic (water loving) sculptures that their owners can take off the wall and use in daily life
An odd specialty in the arts
But an art it is
Here are some examples,
Steve Pedoflex rubber ducky (found this at Josh Hall's website)
Mr. Hall is a fine shaper in his own right BTW.
More of Steve's fine work at his Pendoflex website
What fun! To say a board is "fun" is some how frowned upon. Which I believe is the stupidest thing I have ever heard. If all I did was standup I would be ordering one of these for a black ball beater for the summer!!
Jamie Murray boards are great! If you haven't seen his shapes before, check out this soon-to-be Bonzer.
Yet another shaper I would be ordering from even if I had to travel NOTB.
Spend some time at his Head High and Glassy blog. Well worth the time to get some perspective on real surfers riding real boards in real waves.
Greg Liddle has been polishing his hull shapes so long it seems like forever.
After all this time they are perfect.
I check out Kirk Putnam's KP's Round up regularly to see what's the latest and for interesting bits of Americana.
At left (or above depending on where blogger decides to put my photos today) is the "Burrito Deluxe with Hullapinos". Now tell me you don't want to grab this, wax it up and take it out for a few quick waves.
I have been sitting around debating the virtues of different kinds of tomatoes. Which ones to plant this year. The always important when to plant decision. Surfing in between the rains. Trying to avoid the runoff.
Just waiting for the shift between predominantly Northern Hemisphere activity and the more "south facing beach" friendly Southern Hemi action.
I received this Sean Davey shot from the fine folks at Surfers Path this morning. Kind of sums up winter in one, OMG! Waimea moment. Really intense in Blk and Wht. Great shot by Mr. Davey and thanks to the Path for sending it over.
I'm happy that there was a good winter but I'm looking forward to summer and warm water.
Nice bit of work on Andrew Smith's blog Born to Lose. Check it out in case you missed it. Fish always make me think of summer.
Patagonia Cardiff has some of Dales mats in store and there are been a discussion on mating on their Facebook page. Here is a link You may have to be a Facebook "friend" of patty-cardy to see it but that is easily arranged.
(I do not know the mix of hoot nor nanny
at the event,
so I will refrain,
from characterizing it,
as having said properties,
at this time senator.)
But Graham''s parties are always good and you can roam forth street and find interesting things to do and places to eat so its always fun, not to mention the stellar collection of surf boards Graham always has in stock.
This just in from Graham's Facebook post "14 cases of Primo for Saturday night's shindig at shelter" Which confirms that the shelter event will indeed be a shindig
I was driving yesterday and heard a version of this song
at the time
“this is the greatest song of all time!”
Perhaps a little too much coffee that day...
But that said it’s not a bad song either
Have a nice weekend and I’ll see back here next week!
They are running a surfing contest at Snapper Rocks
Looks like a ridiculously good place for a surf. But, (don't tell the mags) I am kind of over the whole contest thing. You know three turns to the beach, sell some tee shirts, hold the contest surf or not and with the finals always in blown-out afternoon slop, somebody (usually not the surfers) takes home a bag of cash. So I am not (other than this very fine lineup shot) going to comment. (Well I guess I just did, but hey, I'm paying myself by the word so...)
Instead here is something quite a bit more unique and more relevant to your Thursday.
"For residents of a small Australian town, their usually mundane conversations about the weather have just become a whole lot more interesting. That's because in the outback town of Lajamanu it's started raining fish. Yes, fish. Hundreds of them, falling from the sky. Over the past two days the town's 660 residents have been bombarded with small white fish which have been falling like rain. Locals say the fish, mostly spangled perch, have even been alive as they hit the floor. Lucky it wasn't crocodiles then. Meteorologists believe the fish where sucked up by a tornado - which passed over a river some 300 miles away - before being carried through the sky at 40,000 to 50,000 feet. They then fell like rain on Lajamanu, 400 miles south of Darwin in Australia's Northern Territory, prompting residents to run around throwing them into buckets. Amazingly it is not the first time the tiny town has seen the freakish 'weather' - this is said to be the third time in recent memory, the previous batterings (sorry) of fish came in 1974 and 2004."
Now isn't that more interesting than the "winners" and "losers", stats and standings?
A glass breaks in the kitchen and I'm jolted awake in a manner only slightly less annoying that the time our two year old threw up on me. After fetching my wife her slippers and helping to clean up the glass I start my daily routine. Clothes, food, backpack but halfway through packing I realize it's Saturday and I don't have any appointments today. What do the unemployed do on their weekends? They go on bike rides. Of course! So I take my interview clothes out of the bag and replace them with my wetsuit, fins and inflatable surf mat. The bananas and water bottle can stay.
Instead of weaving the skinny tire bike between the cars to arrive at an appointment on time I will be weaving the fat tire bike between the slowly moving moguls consisting of tourists families visiting the beach for the day.
Initially this was just a was to spend less on gas but I have found numerous unknown sand bars that I would have driven right by in the car. The front rack takes my dripping wetsuit without complaint and riding after surfing extends that delightful endorphin buzz you get after riding the mat. If all goes well I will find a few waves to surf if not I can ride the sea side bike path for miles.
Today the coast is covered in fog. At times it seems like I am the only one on the planet many of the streets are deserted . I peddle on my world an ever changing collection of sights and sounds wrapped in a cloud.
A little farther down the trail the clouds part to reveal two tourists, in the middle of the path, off their bike starring at the limp chair hanging off their rented tandem beach cruiser. While screaming “get out of the middle of the road!” at them was a option I chose to pull over to the side and ask what the problem.
I'm not a bike mechanic and I have only the most primitive of tools but for me part of the beauty of riding is an appreciation and understanding of the basic bicycle machine. The chain wasn't broken and I brought the chain back into alignment with the rest of the drive train. After wishing them a good day I remounted and continued along my way. Hopeful that I had helped someone else have a nice day on the bike and looking forward to enjoying my own ride.
I'm riding one of my “other” bike today, actually my other other other bike. I group my bikes as road bikes, off road bikes or additions to my collection of 1960's Schwinn three speeds. Today it's a Schwinn Breeze day. The road bikes are faster, the MTB's have a wider range of uses but a good Breeze on the bike trail is a thing of beauty! The glide, the steady, floating forward motion. If independence has a tactile feeling its riding a bike. Someday if that feeling isn't there for me I'll make one massive donation to the local charity and move on. But today, after a bit of morning fog, the sun is out and I'm out on the bike having fun.
Imagine you were out for a day at the shore.
A family trip to the beach,
because you never went anywhere without your family.
When suddenly you were abducted and put into a lifeless cement cage.
Never to see your family again and
with several of your senses you use forever blocked
by the bland monotonous cage you were kept in. That's pretty much what happens to captured orcas
An orca can travel easily 100 nautical miles every day, and to put them in a pool where they swim around in circles continually, and kept away from their families, "takes a toll on their brains," said Jim Borrowman, who has worked with whales for 30 years and runs Stubbs Island Whale Watching on Vancouver Island, British Columbia.
"The SeaWorld system is the best of all seaquaria in the world, but if I was an orca, that would be the last place I'd want to live," said Dr. Jeffrey Ventre. "They are in what is essentially an acoustically dead cement pond, compared to the vibrancy of the ocean."
I love to see the whales at Sea World but it's inappropriate and cruel to keep them in pools. After these whales are captured and domesticated they have lost their healthy fear of humans and have been separated from the family unit they would otherwise spend most of their life with. To reintroduce a captive whale to the open ocean would prove fatal. They need to be returned to live out their days in "sea pens" where, while not totally free, they can at least feel the tide and hear the many songs of the sea. The least we can do
Whilst dancing, everyone remained calm
(well except for some unexplained craziness around 2:23)
and listened to the calm explanation of tsunami factoids
by a man who would spend several seasons
living on an uncharted desert isle
Our dancing conjured up the ghost of one Miklos Dora
(around 2:40, orange trunks with white waste band)
which I took as a very positive sign
At the end of the clip (2:50)
everyone decided to charge it!
Sadly no pictures of me as I was busy, both holding the camera and blowing up my mat.
Satire and farce aside the destruction from the 8.8 earthquake in Chile is massive!