Monday, December 22, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Prop 8 passed...
I guess people's mental projection of what Marriage is, is more important than the 18,000 people who just lost their union benefits and are back in the legally "them" category.
my condolences to you.
my condolences to you.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Please!!!
Please! for goodness sakes, register to vote and put more people in the jury duty pool.
(it's on the right side, half way down the page)
http://www.aarp.org/issues/dividedwefail/get_involved/
(it's on the right side, half way down the page)
http://www.aarp.org/issues/dividedwefail/get_involved/
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Surfing the last ride...
I found a dead body in the lineup once. I tried to save him, but I couldn't do it. It was foggy as hell that afternoon, breaking big and way outside. He appeared to be floating on his back, enjoying the glow from a solitary sunbeam cutting through the murk. And then a set wave unloaded right on him. He resurfaced face down, and my old lifeguard training kicked in.
There were only two other guys out. I ordered one to go call 911 while the other guy and I hauled the motionless body onto his attached board and started swimming him towards shore, some 100 yards away. He wasn't breathing, but he wasn't completely blue yet., either. A small laceration on is forehead told the whole story. We yelled and slapped him as we swam, but starting CPR in the impact zone just wasn't an option. Each set turned our whole operation - three boards, two swimmers and one limp body - into a complete yard sale. Through the foam and chaos, I'd clutch his ankle underwater and then haul him back to the surface, smacking the drool from his bloating lips and trying not to glance at the empty whites of his eyes, or at the wedding ring on his finger. Fifteen exhausting minutes later, we crashed through the shorebreak and dragged him up the sand, where I launched into 20 minutes of one-man CPR before firefighters arrived to take over.
I crawled away, curled up against the rocks and stared at the gray sea until the ambulance pulled away. A cop took my statement, and the was it. I started walking alone up the beach back towards my house, seeing nice little peaks still breaking as I went. Feeling numb and distraught, I paddled back out. I sat alone, letting sets drift beneath me and strange tears fall from my eyes, wondering if there was some better way I could have handled the situation. I kept picturing his wedding ring.
Another surfer paddled over to me, and I tried to look like I wasn't crying in the midst of great surf.
"You did a good job there, man," he said. "There was nothing more you could have done."
I stared at him for a moment. "You saw all that?"
"I was the guy swimming in with you," he said. "Dude, that was so heavy, every time a wave hit I thought we were gonna lose him."
I stared some more, not recognizing my partner from the rescue. In the flurry of commotion, I'd barely noticed him. I paddled closer and offered my hand. "Thanks man. Thanks for being there."
"Yeah, bro," he said. "We all gotta look out for each other out here."
I was about to agree, but just then a set came. A choice little A-Frame, straight at both of us. He went left and I went right. And that was the last I ever saw of either of those guys.
-Nathan Myers
There were only two other guys out. I ordered one to go call 911 while the other guy and I hauled the motionless body onto his attached board and started swimming him towards shore, some 100 yards away. He wasn't breathing, but he wasn't completely blue yet., either. A small laceration on is forehead told the whole story. We yelled and slapped him as we swam, but starting CPR in the impact zone just wasn't an option. Each set turned our whole operation - three boards, two swimmers and one limp body - into a complete yard sale. Through the foam and chaos, I'd clutch his ankle underwater and then haul him back to the surface, smacking the drool from his bloating lips and trying not to glance at the empty whites of his eyes, or at the wedding ring on his finger. Fifteen exhausting minutes later, we crashed through the shorebreak and dragged him up the sand, where I launched into 20 minutes of one-man CPR before firefighters arrived to take over.
I crawled away, curled up against the rocks and stared at the gray sea until the ambulance pulled away. A cop took my statement, and the was it. I started walking alone up the beach back towards my house, seeing nice little peaks still breaking as I went. Feeling numb and distraught, I paddled back out. I sat alone, letting sets drift beneath me and strange tears fall from my eyes, wondering if there was some better way I could have handled the situation. I kept picturing his wedding ring.
Another surfer paddled over to me, and I tried to look like I wasn't crying in the midst of great surf.
"You did a good job there, man," he said. "There was nothing more you could have done."
I stared at him for a moment. "You saw all that?"
"I was the guy swimming in with you," he said. "Dude, that was so heavy, every time a wave hit I thought we were gonna lose him."
I stared some more, not recognizing my partner from the rescue. In the flurry of commotion, I'd barely noticed him. I paddled closer and offered my hand. "Thanks man. Thanks for being there."
"Yeah, bro," he said. "We all gotta look out for each other out here."
I was about to agree, but just then a set came. A choice little A-Frame, straight at both of us. He went left and I went right. And that was the last I ever saw of either of those guys.
-Nathan Myers
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Vaclav havel
The only thing I can recommend at this stage is a sense of humor, an ability to see things in their ridiculous and absurd dimensions, to laugh at others and at ourselves, a sense of irony regarding everything that calls out for parody in this world. In other words, I can only recommend perspective and distance. Awareness of all the most dangerous kinds of vanity, both in others and in ourselves. A good mind. A modest certainty about the meaning of things. Gratitude for the gift of life and the courage to take responsibility for it. Vigilance of spirit.
[vaclav havel]
[vaclav havel]
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Our great regulators
The S.F. chronicle had an article about the "loony Laws of California"
Here are some of the highlights
"An ordinance in L.A. forbids young people to dance together unless they are married.
Horses are not allowed to wear cow bells on the California side of Lake Tahoe.
Pasadena law forbids anyone to keep a dog that barks...
In Long Beach, it is unlawful for a couple, even husband and wife, to kiss in public...
It is illegal, throughout the state, to sleep in the kitchen, but it's all right to cook in the bedroom.
In Compton, dancing cheek-to-cheek is prohibited.
In L.A., you can be arrested for pinching vegetables or fruit in public markets.
... I hope to someday hear the stories that sparked each of these laws.
Here are some of the highlights
"An ordinance in L.A. forbids young people to dance together unless they are married.
Horses are not allowed to wear cow bells on the California side of Lake Tahoe.
Pasadena law forbids anyone to keep a dog that barks...
In Long Beach, it is unlawful for a couple, even husband and wife, to kiss in public...
It is illegal, throughout the state, to sleep in the kitchen, but it's all right to cook in the bedroom.
In Compton, dancing cheek-to-cheek is prohibited.
In L.A., you can be arrested for pinching vegetables or fruit in public markets.
... I hope to someday hear the stories that sparked each of these laws.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Banksy sightings
I just got word that Banksy is likely to be in town. and might even be having another show soon. (tis the rumor)
but his stencils are starting to pop up within the blocks of Melrose to Fairfax:
http://www.juxtapoz.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=2797&Itemid=50
If you spot or hear anything, let me know?! I'll do the same.
banksy: http://www.banksy.co.uk/
but his stencils are starting to pop up within the blocks of Melrose to Fairfax:
http://www.juxtapoz.com/index
If you spot or hear anything, let me know?! I'll do the same.
banksy: http://www.banksy.co.uk/
"The time of getting fame for your name on its own is over. Artwork that is only about wanting to be famous will never make you famous. Fame is a by-product of doing something else. You don't go to a restaurant and order a meal because you want to have a shit." - banksy. |
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Saturday, March 1, 2008
pasadena lake nights
http://www.projectionsonlake.com/
some of my friends and I have our videos projected here.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Banksy
Banksy is my new hero. witty, funny, ballzy, and he has something to say.
banksy book - 16$ at Amazon.com
Wall and Piece... awesomeness on paper.
banksy book - 16$ at Amazon.com
Wall and Piece... awesomeness on paper.
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