I hate that I missed Nightriders this year–drinking beers on the beach while watching this is so much fun–but here’s a cool little video from Rob Kelly:
“The Surf Club at Guido Beach, NJ hosted the second annual Nightriders event. Teams of two went out and whipped each other into waves to please the crowd on Friday night of July 23rd. @robkellysurf”
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Here’s some nonsense from the intern log I had to write for NYU:
I have sand in my car. In the cup holders and the back seat. I have sand in my sheets, though I just washed them. I have sand on my bedroom floor and in my backpack. The ports of my computer are jammed with sand. There is sand in all of the pockets, of all of my clothes. In my ears, in my eyes. I’m sure there’s sand in my sinuses.
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I arrived at LAX for the first time on a Sunday, around lunchtime. I procured my criminally overpriced rental car and managed to find my way to the 405 South: what seems to be, upon initial inspection, the most unstable freeway in the continental United States. The weird, grated concrete feels a lot less safe when driving a borrowed Ford Focus between hurried Californians hurtling along at completely unreasonable speeds.
With a sigh of relief, I pulled off the freeway into San Clemente. There were literally surfboards everywhere. I saw an old Porsche with a board strapped to the roof and fell in love a little bit.
I can’t tell you how awesome it was to see Shaun Tomson or Sam Trammel at Surf 24 on ISD. But I can tell you how eerie Huntington Pier, weirdly, is not at 3 a.m. I can tell you how there were guys in mummy bags sleeping (or trying to) on the sand, and how tired watchdogs were checking for wristbands, but unwilling to chase anyone down who couldn’t show one. I can tell you that the waves were slightly sloppy, about waist-high. That they crept out of the darkness and picked up many a resolute rider, powering through the witching hour.
I can tell you that Billabong ultimately won, but that the mood, at least in the middle of the night, was one of drowsy solidarity.
Yet another great little clip from Carmen Vicari:
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I felt my first earthquake the other night and it was frucking strange. “Unsettling,” as the lady on the news said. I mean, isn’t an earthquake unsettling by definition? Okay, anyway… I was standing in my living room when the entire house started swaying. Roomie numero dos said, matter-of-factly, “Earthquake. We should go outside.”
Here’s what I’ve learned about Southern California so far:
It’s utterly packed with tacos, doughnuts, Starbucks, and – oh yeah – surfers.
June really can be gloomy, but these OC people know how to rally. They’re all about the weeknight parties. And being physically fit. And making legal U-turns. And also, being nice. I mean, I’m not even one of those people who thinks New Yorkers are rude, but the kind citizens of San Clemente make them look downright cantankerous. (Yes, cantankerous.)
Yet another gorgeous clip from Allan Wilson:
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I finally submitted my INNERSECTION ranking for the spring round — with 12 hours to spare. Here’s what I came up with after much deliberation:
Care to discuss?
Water, Water Everywhere And Not A Drop To Drink 