Saturday, October 24, 2009
THEY'RE BACK!!!
trite word used in the surfing community"frothing"
almost never used in the music/art world...
I am fcuking FROTHING right now!!!
obsurdity, gutting, lively music playing back to everyone who will listen. i hope everyone gets it this time.
Welcome back gentleman. !,,!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
discovery...or new eyes. Raglan again.
stuck behind purple tops(old people with that weird wash in their do), driving 30kph on a 180km journey can drive a guy who surfs mad. but i got there. missed the offshore wind by about a hour. the bump was on it but there was still some 8 ta 10 foot face sets coming through. felt like snowboarding. good eats and cool treats.
Monday, October 19, 2009
night 2
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Diction
remember the first time
the picture painted by the lyrics most definitely would be that of a sailboat. but, i so badly wanted it to be a row boat. there is more struggle and aloneness as a rowboat. like the working class model of a dreamer. there was view and a water color that was in my head, and of coarse, the ice plant the boat was to be perched on.
the boat's not perfect, and neither is the dream.
nothings perfect. so there is always room for improvement.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
DANGER DANGER!!!
well, Danger Danger, was a moderate butt rock band that got its start in 89'...F-yeah! they had a couple rippin hits "Naughty Naughty" and "Bang Bang". can you see where this is going? doode. i don't even know where this is goin...Shaun "Dwills" Broughton flys into Auckland at 11:50pm tonite. he's gotta room at the Weston, 4 days in city, plastic sponcership by william, and a mate in town to run amuk with. my alias for the the next 4 days is gonna be Medwyn Armstrong. whatever. and i'm gonna be a consultant for mircosoft. awsome. after comming up with this persona, all i could think of is terrible hair bands and the facade they are/were. Danger Danger kiddies, I'm off to Auckland...AHHHOOOOOOO!!!
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Edgar Allen Poe's funeral TOMORROW!!!
If I was anywhere remotely near Maryland, I would go to this. Rad.
Attend Edgar Allan Poe's funeral. He's finally getting a good one!
by Jamie Rhein (RSS feed) on Oct 10th 2009 at 1:30PM
Two hundred years after his death at age 40, Edgar Allan Poe is being properly honored with the funeral he should have been given years ago. When the author died October 7, 1849, his cousin, Neilson Poe, neglected to tell anyone. As a result, just a handful of people showed up at Poe's funeral in Baltimore, Maryland to pay tribute. That's cold.
Tomorrow, at two different times, amends are being made in Baltimore. It''s expected that 300 people will attend each of the TWO funerals being held Westminster Hall. The hall, which used to be church back in Poe's day, is next to the cemetery where he is buried. From the description of the building's Gothic architecture, it sounds like it would be a perfect setting for Poe's funeral even if Poe and his wife weren't already buried next to it.
The two funerals, part of Baltimore's Edgar Allan Poe Celebrating 200 Years offerings, are theatrical events where a mix of actors playing famous people who are dead-- and people who are themselves--meaning they are still living, thus they can simply be themselves, will pay tribute to Poe's life and work. Musical performances and readings are part of the mix.
To go to one of the funerals--either the one at 12:30 or at 4:30 p.m., you have to have a ticket. However, even without a ticket, there's a way to be involved.
The public can attend the processional for the first service for free. For this part of the tribute to Poe, a police escort will help take Poe's body (not the real one, it's buried after all) from his house, now museum, at 23 Amity Street to Westminster Hall.
And in a style fitting to the occasion, the casket will be transported in an antique horse drawn hearse with the Loch Raven Pipes and Drums in accompaniment. According to the event's description, this alone is certainly an interesting way to spend a bit of the morning.
The funeral, of course, is the plum. I'm sure that Poe will be able to rest in peace after tomorrow. Hopefully, he'll get a chuckle or two as well. How could he not? Consider the following detail that is written on the Web site about the funeral's speakers list.
" Please keep in mind that while these people have confirmed their attendance many of them are deceased and every effort will be made to ensure that they will attend the event."
Sir Alfred Hitchcock, for example, is on the list, as is Sarah Helen Whitman, Poe's former fiancée.
Of all the events I've read about lately, this is the one I'd love to be able to go the most. There's something wonderfully weird about it which is right up Poe's alley--and mine.
For information about getting tickets, click here. You can also buy a ticket at the door, but instead of $35, a sold at the door ticket costs $40.
As a note, children under 10 are not admitted.
The photo by jjandames is of Poe's memorial at the graveyard at Westminster Hall. The memorial was placed in order to honor Poe's grave before the original grave's location was known.
To honor Poe after tomorrow, you can always visit his grave. After careful searching, the location where he was buried has been determined. Originally, the grave was unmarked due to a freight train mishap that damaged the original stone.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Frekin Thang...(the photo slut)jajaja
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Brian McCarthy
gorse
gorse is this wicked f-in weed that the bloody Brits brought over to NZ like, idono, couple hundred years ago. it's super spiky, has yellow flowers on it, and grows like hemroids on a woman in labor or a long haul trucker. i believe it was general Cook who thought it to be a great idea to bring it here cuz it makes a great hedge. damn he f-ed up.
in the long lost trapping tracks of thee elusive snaggle toof boar, i find myself being bombarded with the hemroid gorse thorns.(there's video for this but, i'm having some IT issues)
Monday, October 5, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
GET THE POT ON!!!
that's the phrase you yell when you walk in your friends house and it's f---ing pissin down rain outside and like 40 degrees. funny thing is, it's spring already and we've already moved the clocks foward. it's only stopped raining for 2 hours in the last 54. thats when i made my break for the lawn mower and handle some f-in business. now, calling the radiator "my girl", i hear the jolly cheer of "GET THE POT ON!!!" it's tea time folks.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Brown Corduroys
it had been flat and raining for a week or so. will and i had a justice surf on some knee high doughballs in the afternoon to say we got wet. will was having a blast out there. i had fun but, he was giggling like a little kid. after we went in he told me he had been on the beer since 9 in the mornin. pretty funny.
i was gonna drive to gizzy the next day cuz the swell and wind were looking a lil' thumb to pinky but, i still had 50 kilos of limes to pic and box so i held back.
gotta call from will at like 10am, wondering if i was keen. i was. so i met him at Sir Edmund Hillarys bach.(pronounced batch;aka, holiday house: i started call'n'em Johann's. makes more sence or cents)
we did that beautiful hike over to Orokawa, and were greeted by blue corduroy.
from now on...i think i'll only where my brown cords to the beach.