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March 4, 2009

more cabin

food running short, but refrigerator full, we resorted to casserole for breakfast.
 
the breakfast table looked like an internet cafe. you can tell we live in a modern world.

6 laptops, 8 smart phones (5 iPhones!), 4 iPods, and a router in a pear tree.

   
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I'm not sure what Enzo is reading. But its the new yorker, how bad could it be?

   
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trying to make Liam laugh?

     
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December 7, 2008

sympathetic neck pains

Woke early to surf, but the surf wasn't cooperating. Everybody was angry or hurt or both, sometimes life sucks even when it doesn't. Can't we all just get along? Delayed surf and performed some routine maintenance to make everybody feel better. Avery hung his samples, and Cline cleaned his car while we waited for the surf to shape up. Lewis and Dave eventually arrived, Lewis shot some photos, and we finally paddled out around 10:30 with Blair and Spyder close behind. The waves were a wee bit bigger than earlier in the morning. I surfed my 7'8" gun for the first time in a year. 
Took a while to get out, made it past the inner bar quickly, but ended up in the in-between soup duck diving whitewater and the occasional closeout for 20 exhausting minutes trying to find a channel while the current dragged me down the beach. When I eventually made it out the waves were large and glassy. Lots of waiting for the right one. Caught three nice ones, got blown apart or clipped each time. After the second big wave I was feeling really good, after the third was I was feeling really bad. Got stuck inside for ten minutes of thrashing in the soup, was about to give up when I looked over and saw Cline paddling next to me with the same look of exhaustion on his face. Misery loves company. He finally gave up and turned for the shore, I paddled for another 5 minutes before doing the same.
Went for lunch at Zazi, sat out back under the heat lamps and ate a wonderful un, duex, trois soaked in maple syrup and talked. Retired to Lewis and Ange's to sit by the fire and make sure Haley hadn't also been stricken with neck pains. Thankfully she was her usual bouyant self. 

 

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November 16, 2008

the breeders at slims

       
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the muslims (post 9/11 naming strategy?) opened. lots of energy.
the staff took my camera away before the breeders came on, so no pics for you.
their new album sounds good, but I will always have a place in my heart for Last Splash.

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November 15, 2008

Unicorns and rainbows to you

         
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Little Minsky's at Club Deluxe with Spyder and LisaLisa.
Scott the blue bunny (6'4" in lucite heels) stole the show, and permanently imprinted his image into our subconscious. Remind me to take my meds.
Darkest act was a toss up between the midget marilyn manson and the girl who danced to Nancy Sinatra's Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)
  
I was five and he was six 
We rode on horses made of sticks 
He wore black and I wore white 
He would always win the fight 

Bang bang 
He shot me down, bang bang 
I hit the ground , bang bang 
That awful sound, bang bang 
My baby shot me down 

Seasons came and changed the time 
When I grew up, I called him mine 
He would always laugh and say 
Remember when we used to play 

Bang bang 
I shot you down, bang bang 
You hit the ground , bang bang 
That awful sound, bang bang 
I used to shoot you down

Music played and people sang…
Just for me the church bells rang…

Now he's gone I don't know why 
And till this day some times I cry 
He didn't even say goodbye 
He didn't take the time to lie 

Bang bang 
He shot me down, bang bang 
I hit the ground , bang bang 
That awful sound, bang bang 
My baby shot me down.

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