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Pro Shooter Moments
Stupid Gets Hurt, Committed Make Sacrifices
No saber rattling here, just straight up NB Lifeguards doing their thing.
“I’m 3-5′ and building through Wednesday”
The Pormpuraaw Aborigine of Cape York Peninsula, Australia, use their location–their physical direction–as a means of communicating how they are and what they are doing each day. For example, if I were to ask, “Hi, how are you?”, they might respond, “I’m northbound, about half way to my destination.” That’s right, a simple reply of ‘fair’ just wont do.
TIL that D-sauce is some form of Australian Aborigine, because when I asked, “Hey, what’s up?”, he replied, (you guessed it) “3-5′ and building through Wednesday.”
Translation: stoked, charging, styling. Go get waves.
Bikini Barber Haircut (free*)
Once upon a time, a dear friend got a haircut at a bikini barber. I don’t have to elaborate because all you need to know is contained in those three words. Haircut. Bikini. Barber. It was unquestionably the worst haircut I’ve ever seen. He looked like Gumby and, after the novelty of the ‘bikini’ part of the ‘haircut’ wore off, he was stuck with a look that said “this haircut was free.”
In my view, everyone needs a bad haircut from time to time; it makes good haircuts great and it builds character (directing a barber is like negotiating a peace treaty between waring countries—it takes tact and diplomacy to get what you want). A bad haircut makes you humble. A bad haircut makes you thrifty, as you might has well thrown your money out a moving car window. A bad haircut is the stuff of short stories (that’s to you G. Reed).
That’s why when D-sauce (Dolphunator) assumed his rightful place in the bad haircut club, I wasn’t too concerned. It’ll grow, dad paid for it, and, well, I thought he it was handsome as hell—and the rest of the afternoon I had to enjoy his knowing complaints was well worth a few bucks.
The cosmic joke is on the barber, however, or at least our attempt at being The Barber. Hair grows back in spite of our best attempts to shape our image, cull the wildness, and take ourselves a bit too seriously. It only took a few days and The Dolphun was back to looking sharp. He made a real impression on me at his Spring Concert, not only for his playing or his look, but in the way that he managed just one of many bad haircuts he will surely have.
Dirty Nights in Newport
What a great way to spend a Wednesday night: D-Sauce and 20 or so close friends at The Newport Beach Film Festival watching The Dirty Old Wedge–not just one of the best bodysurfing movies that I’ve ever seen but also just one hell of a documentary.
Where Productivity Went to Die
Thursday, January 14th, 2016.
“Hello, I’m not in the office right now but go ahead and leave a…”
Cold and Bold
No…not your adult beverage; not even January, honestly…searching for waves high and low.
Expect good things from Far and A Wey in 2016; we’ve been busy!
TMW you realize everything you miss about paddling and paddlers. See it all around because someone out there is…