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Monthly Archives: June 2010
The Bible
As you may have deduced, I’m heading to California in a couple of days. On Sunday, to be exact. Right now, I should be putting the final touches on the toast for my best friend’s wedding, which is tomorrow. Or at least packing something.
This toast is probably one of the more important things I’ll ever write. I’m going to read it, mean it, drink to it. There will be lots of drinking to it. The morning after, hangover or not, I intend to be at brunch: 10 a.m. I have an unnatural devotion to omelets. The following morning (if you can call it that) it’s off to JFK airport while it’s still dark. I should probably ask Kel and Dave to stop for a porkroll bagel on the way. Hopefully around lunchtime — California lunchtime, that is — I’ll be in the OC (ha ha) with my surfboard, some clothes, and my laptop.
I’m going to work for the Bible.
Wax Nostalgic, Prophetic, Organic
He races below the lip, gathering speed. A quick backside turn. A vertical ascent. Jordy Smith goes airborne. He crouches and grabs both rails, fins to the sky. A complete rotation finds him back on the lip, right at home, though facing the wrong direction. An easy 180-degree spin and he’s back in. Smith’s rodeo flip, the rodeo flip, caused quite a ruckus. Befuddled surfers the world-over watched that clip, and thought, I want what he’s having. In terms of wax, of course. Didn’t they? Well, they should have, because the maneuver wouldn’t have been possible without wax.
At 10 million bars a year, surfboard wax may be the sport’s most underappreciated essential. Though often lauded for its olfactory magnificence, wax is rarely the topic of enlivened conversation — or any conversation at all, for that matter.
Water, Water Everywhere And Not A Drop To Drink 