Read Chris Dixon’s blog post, which seems to successfully convey just how awe-inspiring these “fifty-foot walls of liquid death” were. Man, do I wish I was there to witness this!
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Hijinks On The High Seas… And Beyond
Monthly Archives: December 2009
MTV’s Jersey Shore. Ugh. Here we go again.
MTV: Why, why, why must you encourage the maddening migration of bennies to the beach? The show is admittedly kind of funny, in a ridiculous sort of way (I like how they keep calling that one girl “Snickers”). And at least, for once, it is made clear that these people aren’t locals. Phew. But seriously, I have principles. I cannot support this nonsense. Even if it weren’t hitting close to home, for the most part, the content sucks. It feels strangely similar to (or EXACTLY like) everything else MTV has done in the past 10 years.
“And the speed was indeed ridiculous…” The New York Times on Alaias
Alaias seem to be all over the place these days. Check out this article from today’s New York Times:
Ancient Surfboard Style Is Finding New Devotees by JAMIE BRISICK
Thanksgiving Weekend: Better Than A High School Reunion
I have it on good authority that Thanksgiving Eve is a pretty widely celebrated event (unlike Sunday Funday – Hello, Jersey!) but I think beach people do it up right. We’ve got boardwalk bars and theoretically, no bennies to behold, as it is not appropriate wife beater-donning weather. You and everyone you wish you went to high school with go out and get merry. Then, to your parents’ dismay and/or relief, you crash on someone’s couch and end up at home just in time for an absurdly early dinner feast. Or at least that’s how it “should” be. This year on Thanksgiving Eve, I slept in my own bed, and spent the [hangover-free] next day baking apple pie. Seaside hardly saw any of the familiar faces, let alone the used-to-be-familiar ones, who usually show up on this venerated bar night. Maybe we can blame the economy. Or the fact that we’re beginning to grow up?
On Saturday, I celebrated two of my friends’ birthdays with dinner and a party, which definitely made up for a lackluster Wednesday. Just about everyone I missed on T.E. was there. As I scanned the room full of good-looking guests, I realized that the couch looked like a scene from 1080 Snowboarding: 4 or 5 guys with scruffy facial hair and beanies lounged with beer cans resting on their Billabong-clad knees. These guys have lived in Hawaii and Costa Rica and talk of returning, and oddly enough, dreaming of traveling to these paradises made me feel like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
The morning after:
Blown-over sand dunes = forced rule breaking (if you want to access the beach).
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