Nala

My friend got a new pup at the beginning of school. She's adorable.

Russell Brand Interview

Amazing interview of Russell Brand. One of the most intelligent and eccentric human beings on the planet. He has a very witty and esoteric perspective on life. His vocabulary is its own little show. Listen and enjoy.

The Drifter

New film by Taylor Steele. It's going to be revolutionary. A whole new approach to Surf film. I can't wait.

Christenson Surfboards

Dear Santa,

This is what I want for Christmas

The Dish

For those of you that live in Tucson, The Dish may be the best restaurant in Tucson. I ate there last night with my mom for my birthday dinner. Everything is amazing there, from the table bread and caramelized onion butter to the pork tenderloin with a sweet potato mash. Seating only about 18 guests or so, the service is personable and the ambiance is intimate. This is what I call good eats...

Carpe Diem

Writing an article for SURFER, a snippet:

I believe in the consonance and dissonance of life.

In music, consonance is a harmony, or chord. It is what sounds good to the ear. Dissonance, on the other hand, is an unstable harmony or chord. It is what turns you wondering if the musician read the wrong note. It is these two opposing principles that create the most beautiful and esoteric color.

I woke up from a deep sleep. Cotton sheets wilted beneath my body and salt. I could hear the Indonesian wood creak beneath. It’s sound as calming and exhilarating as a lover’s voice waking you to the morning.

I jumped from my bunk and thudded to the floor. It was coffee I smelt as it asked me to dance. Its earthy character gave tribute to the land that bred it.

Yeni came in with a plate of papaya. Her smile. My God…her smile.

“Salamak Pagi”, she said.

Good morning.

“Salamak Pagi”, I replied.

I have a fondness for papaya and coffee. It is the nostalgic memories of those two that keep me dreaming, and the taste that keeps me going.

The light grazed the horizon. It was early and the color was a bitter blue. The morning was running from the bully of the night. The day woke and wrapped me in its covers. I could see far and wide. Small islands. Large islands. Green with an outline of black. Reef lined the edges like a scab, protecting the skin of the isle.

I sat on the deck where we had class everyday and listened to the sound system play a soft “Sparrows Over Birmingham”.

I have dreamed about moments like these. But this was real.

I can say my life has been a strained muscle. Painful moments. Dissonance. The beauty. The music. The smell. The color. It was everything until now. The beauty around me continually massages the muscle of my life. A child’s laughter, the hope of spring and the morning light. The taste of a strawberry still warm from the sun. Endorphins in my blood dance to such feelings. It is this that I call life’s consonance. It is the most euphoric feeling and why I wake everyday.

It’s why I know when I go to bed. It’s when I know that the darkness has set all around. It is why I know that the morning will come. He will come. The mentawais will continue to nurture and scar adreline junkies. The light will come and the darkness will go away. The balance of opposites. The dissonance and the consonance of life.

Radiohead is going record an album for 2010 after rumors of a breakup. pretty sweet.

Just finished these for my photo class.

Check out my friend at Margie of C a l i f o r n i a. He has some really creative ideas..

Read.

Lake Tahoe

My brother and I biked to the Chambers pier the morning after my sister's wedding. We decided it was a good idea to jump off the pier in our underwear. A very strange and fun moment.

First.

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son.

-Rudyard Kipling