Rainy, weak, uninspired.
Not much on tap at local beaches this morn. 6ft 8am high tide had things lookin’ pretty mushy and piddly when I walked down for a check. Shoulder/head-high waves pushed in and had potential but ended up wobbling or funking-out instead of peeling. The rain poured down through the night so expect some runoff and pollution. A good day to lock-into whatever work you’ve been putting off for the last week.
Check out this Shel Silverstein poem, “The Smoke Off”
In the laid back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob’ly knew her well.
She’d been stoned fifteen of her eighteen years and the story was widely told
That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll.
Her legend finally reached New York, that Grove Street walk-up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past
With long browned lightnin’ fingers he takes a cultured toke
And says, “Hell, I can roll ‘em faster, Jim, than any chick can smoke!”
So a note gets sent to San Rafael, “For the Championship of the World
The Kid demands a smoke off!” "Well, bring him on!" says Pearl,
"I'll grind his fingers off his hands, he'll roll until he drops!"
Says Calistog, "I'll smoke that twist till she blows up and pops!”
So they rent out Yankee Stadium and the word is quickly spread
"Come one, come all, who walk or crawl, price – just two lids a head
And from every town and hamlet, over land and sea they speed
The world's greatest dopers, with the Worlds greatest weed
Hashishers from Morocco, hemp smokers from Peru
And the Shamnicks from Bagun who puff the deadly Pugaroo
And those who call it Light of Life and those that call it boo.
See the dealers and their ladies wearing turquoise, lace, and leather
See the narcos and the closet smokers puffin’ all together
From the teenies who smoke legal to the ones who've done some time
To the old man who smoked “reefer” back before it was a crime
And the grand old house that Ruth built is filled with the smoke and cries
Of fifty thousand screaming heads all stoned out of their minds.
And they play the national anthem and the crowd lets out a roar
As the spotlight hits The Kid and Pearl, ready for their smokin' war
At a table piled up high with grass, as high as a mountain peak
Just tops and buds of the rarest flowers, not one stem, branch or seed.
Maui Wowie, Panama Red and Acapulco Gold.
Kif from East Afghanistan and rare Alaskan Cold.
Sticks from Thailand, Ganja from the Islands, and Bangkok's Bloomin' Best.
And some of that wet imported shit that capsized off Key West.
Oaxacan tops and Kenya Bhang and Riviera Fleurs.
And that rare Manhatten Silver that grows down in the New York sewers.
And there's bubblin’ ice cold lemonade and sweet grapes by the bunches.
And there's Hershey’s bars, and Oreos, ‘case anybody gets the munchies.
And the Calistoga Kid, he sneers, and Pearly, she just grins.
And the drums roll low and the crowd yells “GO!” and the world’s first Smoke Off begins.
Kid flicks his magic fingers once and ZAP! that first joint’s rolled.
Pearl takes one drag with her mighty lungs and WOOSH! that roach is cold.
Then The Kid he rolls his Super Bomb that’d paralyze a moose.
And Pearley takes one super hit and SLURP! that bomb’ defused.
Then he rolls three in just ten seconds and she smokes 'em up in nine,
And everybody sits back and says, "This just might take some time."
See the blur of flyin’ fingers, see the red coal burnin’ bright
As the night turns into mornin’ and the mornin’ fades to night
And the autumn turns to summer and a whole damn year is gone
But the two still sit on that roach-filled stage, smokin' and rollin' on
With tremblin’ hands he rolls his jays with fingers blue and stiff
She coughs and stares with bloodshot gaze, and puffs through blistered lips.
And as she reaches out her hand for another stick of gold
The Kid he gasps, "Goddamn it, bitch, there's nothin' left to roll!"
"Nothin’ left to roll?", screams Pearl, "Is this some twisted joke?”
“I didn't come here to fuck around, man, I come here to SMOKE!"
And she reaches 'cross the table And grabs his bony sleeves
And she crumbles his body between her hands like dried and brittle leaves
Flickin' out his teeth and bones like useless stems and seeds
And then she rolls him in a Zig Zag and lights him like a roach.
And the fastest man with the fastest hands goes up in a puff of smoke.
In the laid-back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lives a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob’ly know her well.
She’s been stoned twenty-one of her twenty-four years, and the story’s widely told.
How she still can smoke them faster than anyone can roll
While off in New York City on a street that has no name.
There's the hands of the Calistoga Kid in the Viper Hall of Fame
And underneath his fingers there's a little golden scroll
That says, Beware of Bein’ the Roller When There's Nothin’ Left to Roll.
awesome photo from Tanner
allaboutsurf.com is a fabulous site. Be prepared for a time sink. Here are some photos from there.
fin-room at moonlight glassing
Machado gets in there
Rob Gilley photo
Golden wave (Gilley photo)
Bagel's favorite surfer, Bagel's favorite wave
Princeton Jetty going off!
Posted by: j at November 11, 2004 10:12 AMI just checked on the internets because I wasn't sure whether Vets day honors war dead and dead veterans as well as living ones (it does---it had been Armistice Day for WWI soldiers, since renamed and expanded to cover WWII and after Korea Eisenhower epanded it to all veterans). So, with Memorial Day (originally Decoration Day for soldiers who died in the Civil War, expanded after WWI for all wars), the war dead get two holidays---lucky dogs!---but apparently the luckiest are Confederate war dead who also get a separate day in some southern states.
No doubt there are new members of the twice-honored crew today.
On a lighter note, I WANT SURF!
Posted by: klooless at November 11, 2004 10:37 AMWAR! Huh! Good God y'all!
What is it good for?
Absolutely NOTHING!
say it again
WAR!! Huh! Good god y'all
What is it good for?
Absolutely NOTHING!!
say it again...
Posted by: James Brown at November 11, 2004 10:40 AMLast one looks like Rincon E.
got a few high tide warblers in SM county this am ---south is starting to show.
Posted by: snake at November 11, 2004 10:41 AMShoutout to vets....
Remember, there is no such thing as bad surf, just bad surfers. [okay, okay, my motto.] Great Highway's gurgling gutters sound like a digesting stomach and are making me a tad skeptical this morning. However I see no postings and if ya like waist/ head high mush junk in the pouring rain w/ the occasional floating garbage it's certainly doable.
Shel Silverstein!
Posted by: s.s. sharkbait at November 11, 2004 10:45 AM"And some of that wet imported shit that capsized off Key West."
That line is classic.
This poem's just a slight tad left of "Where The Sidewalk Ends", methinks. I had no idea but it makes sense that Shel's a burner.
Posted by: MONKEY MILK at November 11, 2004 10:49 AM-MM
props to all the vets.
let's talk about WSP some more!
the warfield august shows were d-o-p-e...
anyone with lines on tapes...
this line from the 7th has my jones on...
Pickin' Up The Pieces, Coconut, Surprise Valley > Drums > Surprise Valley > Stop-Go > Grandma's Hands > Stop-Go > Jam > Space Wrangler > Henry Parsons Died
oh man....oh man....the wsp site says spring tour dates
IN THE WORKS. pack a bag, pack a bowl...send your mind.
traut lookin forward to that jam....
Posted by: korewin at November 11, 2004 10:52 AMShel's definitely a burner. My dad worked with him in NYC for a brief period when he (my dad) was a starving folk musician. Has anyone else seen that picture of him on the back of "The Giving Tree" book? I've been reading that story to my 3 year old, who loves it. But that picture...Shel looks a bit demonic.
e...that all about surf site IS a time sink. That article on Moonlight was very interesting...thanks for the link. If you get a chance read the Mentawais Journal story...gnarly.
Posted by: jdz at November 11, 2004 10:56 AMthat poem is classic. i can't imagine being able to come up with something that long that flows, makes sense, blah blah.
wonder why that poem never made any of his children's books??
Posted by: j at November 11, 2004 10:57 AMsharkie -- that's a great motto, I'm gonna quote you.
shel - who knew?
runoff down here at the beach -- given the insane shit that the rain deposited on my sidewalk when it overflowed the gutter last night, I don't know if I'd go in that water for a long time. nasty!
Posted by: robme at November 11, 2004 10:58 AMe, thanks for sharing the Shel poem, definately not on the K-3 reading list. makes me re-think what that giving tree was really about??? and while we are at it, what's up with puff the magic dragon and little jonny paper?
Posted by: 3to5setsof7 at November 11, 2004 11:04 AMFYI: I volunteered to serve.
Missing the waves!
Posted by: Active Duty at November 11, 2004 11:07 AMActive Duty - THANK YOU.
You're not missing much in terms of waves today. When you get back, you get your choice on the sets that come through.
Posted by: cgl at November 11, 2004 11:16 AMDamn, Veterens Day. Some folks had the day off today and were chillin on the later side down in SM County.
I got in the H2O before the poo got me. Well, let's hope so anyway. OB was hardly visible when I got there due to the downpour. I almosted headed back to the sheets but I could feel the south winds a' blowin. So, I headed straight for them to play in the crap down south.
Pretty fun session sitting in the rain. It was pretty mellow then it would down pour, then get clean, then choppy from the sideshore winds. All in all, a fun time. At first about 15 folks giving it a go with more and more coming, up to 40 when I left. As I walked back down the beach, there was a nice big pool of brown-poo water that was engulfing the cleaner, blue water. I think there was a bit of "discharge" that was let out right as I got out. Good thing....
So, it is doable if you are sitting around with nothing to do today. Otherwise, curl up on the couch and clean out your TIVO if you got one....
Posted by: Kaiser at November 11, 2004 11:16 AMe—inspired INSPIRED find of that there shel poem
good on you!
i remember shel was always in the photos from hef's pajama parties at the playboy mansion in my old man's 1970's
playboy mags.
shel definitely lived a life outside of the kid's lit section.
Posted by: korewin at November 11, 2004 11:20 AMactive duty - why did you volunteer to serve?
Posted by: e at November 11, 2004 11:23 AMLast WSP post from me for a while...don't want to divert too much from surfing, especially for the non-panic lovers...but this was my highlight from that August run at the Warfield last year. 8/9/03, the double-double sandwich with the outside layers of Chilly, inside layers of Driving Song and a whole lot of treats in-between and afterwards - this show kicked ass:
Chilly Water > North > Jam > Driving Song > Ride Me High > Drums > Tears of a Woman > Driving Song > Chilly Water > Jack > Radio Child
No turd-dodging for me today...
Posted by: Q at November 11, 2004 11:27 AMWatch out for these today:
Posted by: Kaiser at November 11, 2004 11:29 AMthanks vets!
Posted by: Tom at November 11, 2004 11:34 AMGreat doin' the exchange this morning. FYI- I couldn't resist another check after I left. Scampered over the dunes and saw that conditions had indeed deteriorated. But, glancing over to the left saw that two peeps were out on that larger peak you and I were scoping. Hmmm...waited for five minutes to see one ride and each of them doing at least 6 duckdives. Not the desired ratio, so I did NOT partake. Have a great trip this weekend, and we'll keep the home fires burnin'.
Posted by: Jack at November 11, 2004 11:43 AMvets: thanks.
i sincerely wish our gung-ho draft-dodging commander-in-chief was willing to pay you more than just lip service.
Posted by: loon at November 11, 2004 11:43 AMOoops. That post from me above was to e.
cheers,Jack
Posted by: Jack at November 11, 2004 11:48 AM
Posted by: j at November 11, 2004 11:57 AMmaybe shel silverstein's god..talk about easy to read..thats AWESOME your dad used to work with him JDZ!
Posted by: bagel at November 11, 2004 11:59 AMjack - cheers man.. hope you enjoy that thing!
J - classic photo! ha!
Posted by: e at November 11, 2004 12:21 PMe, that Silverstein "poem" is actually a song recorded by none other than Silverstein himself with a slight strum of the guitar in the background. Little known that Silverstein recorded music in addition to writing. It's a classic 8 track, with the "smoke off" song as well as some others that rival it.
Posted by: theo at November 11, 2004 12:31 PMPANIC!! All this talk caused me to go home, dust off my old boots, and fire up the old cassette player. Found a really great 3 night run from '97 at the Warfield. I have to say, Everyday is my favorite WSP album. Touring in the Spring? I hope you are right. They probably won't make it to SF though. Seems they always skip over us for Red Rocks and the like. Greek shows were f'n great a couple years ago as well. One of my favorite lines from the heads I used to hang with: "Jerry's dead, Phish sucks, Time to Panic!"
Posted by: obsurfer at November 11, 2004 12:59 PMsome niceness heads including myself are heading for a camping/surfing trip to the central coast tomorrow.. wave-wise it should be tiny at first and then macking saturday night/sunday.. anybody have any recommendations in terms of restaurants/hang-outs/low-key surf-spots/hikes etc.?
Posted by: e at November 11, 2004 01:01 PMi don't know obsurfer...baseball season always
has the possibility of a j.b. national anthem
at pac bell......keep those boots crossed.
j—the carl photo rules!
"that's mine. it's a sensimilla and kentucky bluegrass
Posted by: korewin at November 11, 2004 01:15 PMmixture...."
E, Salmon Creek (7 miles south of sand dollar/there's a ranger station right there) has a nice waterfall that works magic on sore surfing muscles. Perfect for Musashi style meditation, Freezing cold - try it at noon for best results. only a couple minute hike from the road.
Posted by: T.W. at November 11, 2004 01:16 PMe are you going to SLO? If so check out the brewery. Good pub grub and suds.
Carmel? Check out the Forge in the Forrest great menu and beer available in liter steins. And there are some decent surf spots nearby.
Posted by: Sutro at November 11, 2004 01:18 PMTrue indeed. JB may make an appearance for bball season. I hope you're right. Are you one of the guys that went to see Stockholm Syndrom? I was impressed, but the album lacks in energy compared to the live show, but I guess that's usually always true. What is meant by "that's mine. it's a sensimilla and kentucky bluegrass
Posted by: obsurfer at November 11, 2004 01:24 PMmixture...." I was born in KY, so just curious.
Following T.W's comments, you should stop by the Henery Miller Library and check out some of the Zen books and play some ping-pong.
e-thanks for the link to allaboutsurf. Michael Baron, featured this month, is shaping some boards for some bros and I. Can't wait to get them!!!!! My domesticated ass is getting too heavy for my current board. Throwing a big WSP sticker on it right away..... Gonna name it Greta.
Posted by: traut at November 11, 2004 01:27 PMLicense to kill gophers by the government of the United Nations. Man, free to kill gophers at will. To kill, you must know your enemy, and in this case my enemy is a varmint. And a varmint will never quit - ever. They're like the Viet Cong - Varmint Cong. So you have to fall back on superior firepower and superior intelligence. And that's all she wrote.
Posted by: blakestah at November 11, 2004 01:28 PMOkay guys, one more thing, this summer when you're being inundated with all this American bicentennial Fourth Of July brouhaha, don't forget what you're celebrating, and that's the fact that a bunch of slave-owning, aristocratic, white males didn't want to pay their taxes.
Posted by: blakestah at November 11, 2004 01:38 PMFirst of all Rat, you never let on how much you like a girl. "Oh, Debbie. Hi." Two, you always call the shots. "Kiss me. You won't regret it." Now three, act like wherever you are, that's the place to be. "Isn't this great?" Four, when ordering food, you find out what she wants, then order for the both of you. It's a classy move. "Now, the lady will have the linguini and white clam sauce, and a Coke with no ice." And five, now this is the most important, Rat. When it comes down to making out, whenever possible, put on side one of Led Zeppelin IV.
Posted by: blakestah at November 11, 2004 01:45 PM
Posted by: at November 11, 2004 01:51 PMwho got blake stoned.
Posted by: at November 11, 2004 01:52 PMthe Calistoga kid
Posted by: at November 11, 2004 01:55 PMblake....easy on the hospital grade pharmaceuticals...
good quote though.
my favorite is:
"dude, you're rippng my card."
obsurfer...i was referring to carl's special blend
as ty played through....you know the scene...
"CANNONBALL! COMIN THROUGH!!"
"you can play eighteen holes on it in the day and then
Posted by: korewin at November 11, 2004 02:04 PMget stoned to the bajeeez-jahs on it that night."
You fell victim to one of the classic blunders. The most famous is: "Never get involved in a land war in Asia." But, only slightly less well known is this: "Never go in against a Sicilian, when death is on the line!"
Posted by: blakestah at November 11, 2004 02:05 PMHey, man, you don't talk to the Colonel. You listen to him. The man's enlarged my mind. He's a poet-warrior in the classic sense. I mean sometimes he'll, uh, well, you'll say hello to him, right? And he'll just walk right by you, and he won't even notice you. And suddenly he'll grab you, and he'll throw you in a corner, and he'll say do you know that if is the middle word in life? 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 - I mean I'm no, I can't - I'm a little man, I'm a little man, he's, he's a great man.
Posted by: blakestah at November 11, 2004 02:10 PM
Posted by: at November 11, 2004 02:12 PM
Posted by: at November 11, 2004 02:15 PMSpicoli's dream sequence with Stu Nahan:
Stu: A lot of people thought that Mark "Cutback" Davis or Derek 'The Shark" Girrard would of won this contest.
Posted by: at November 11, 2004 02:29 PMJeff: Oh, those guys are fags...hey where did you get this jacket!!
Stu: Oh they gave me this at the network.
video and sound bites from the stoned surfer classic....
Posted by: tom at November 11, 2004 02:36 PMhttp://alanb.com/spicoli/
If you looked hard enough today it was there. Saw some guys on SF boards. Moonlight glassing isn't that great in my not mattering opinion. Mexi thanks for the advice, it's greatly appreciated!
Anyone listen to the band the Album Leaf? Good stuff for a day like today.
Posted by: Ian at November 11, 2004 02:42 PMA lawyer, huh? Too bad. But at least you're
Posted by: blakestah at November 11, 2004 02:43 PMsurfing now. So your life's not over yet, right?
Donny was a good bowler, and a good man. He was one of us. He was a man who loved the outdoors... and bowling, and as a surfer he explored the beaches of Southern California, from La Jolla to Leo Carrillo and... up to... Pismo. He died, like so many young men of his generation, he died before his time. In your wisdom, Lord, you took him, as you took so many bright flowering young men at Khe Sanh, at Langdok, at Hill 364. These young men gave their lives. And so would Donny. Donny, who loved bowling. And so, Theodore Donald Karabozoz, in accordance with what we think your dying wishes might well have been, we commit your final mortal remains to the bosom of the Pacific Ocean, which you loved so well. Good night, sweet prince.
Posted by: blakestah at November 11, 2004 02:48 PMMatt Johnson: You know, Mrs. Barlow, there's something I'd like straighten out.
Posted by: blakestah at November 11, 2004 02:51 PMMrs. Barlow: What's that, Matt?
Matt Johnson: Well, I did a lot of things around here I'm kind of ashamed of. I tore up your lawn with my '40 Ford...
Mrs. Barlow: Many times.
Matt Johnson: Took my pants off in front of your friends...
Mrs. Barlow: Oh, yes.
Matt Johnson: And I even passed out in your closet, but I never, and I don't know who could have if I didn't, but I never, and I repeat never, ever pissed in your steam iron.
stah' is on a roll..
is that really you blakestah?
Posted by: e at November 11, 2004 02:59 PM** WARNING ** Riding an RFS can be toxic to your gray matter.
Posted by: at November 11, 2004 03:00 PMCool site;
Posted by: Dave at November 11, 2004 03:10 PMhttp://www.sorryeverybody.com/gallery/1/
I've been his sander for five years, Chandler teach me how to shape? Not even. Chandler ask me home for dinner? Not. Coach me how to big wave surf? No way. Here on the North Shore we treat friends mo betta.
Posted by: blakestah at November 11, 2004 03:16 PMClassic movie photos today, princess bride is all time. I just spent the afternoon taking pics of some of the sweetest fishes, retro guns and eggs I've ever seen, original Skip Fry's, I felt like a 14year-old looking at that pheobe from Fast Times photo, I'll post pics when I get em.
Added new pics to my site again.
Posted by: mexi at November 11, 2004 03:24 PMThanks vets!!
Posted by: mexi at November 11, 2004 03:25 PMdave, thanks for sharing that link. good stuff.
Posted by: 3to5setsof7 at November 11, 2004 03:25 PMWSP 7/22/01 Kahuna Summer Stage
Swamp, 1x1, Sleepy Monkey > War Rap > Kinky Reggae Rap > Sleepy Monkey, Stop Breakin Down Blues, Party at Your Moma's House, Red Hot Mama, Drums, Schools, All Along the Watchtower, Last Straw, Travelin' Light
E: Old Joe, North
Posted by: kookdom at November 11, 2004 03:28 PM
Posted by: at November 11, 2004 03:29 PMdumbya stats
mexi - i dig this one.
Posted by: e at November 11, 2004 03:30 PM"Eating some pizza, learning about Cuba"
sick barrel! dig the head cock.
Posted by: kookdom at November 11, 2004 03:44 PMhttp://www.allaboutsurf.com/0305/articles/sixfeet/index.php
the videos are sweet
Posted by: bagel at November 11, 2004 03:44 PMIf anyone can ID that guy let me know. Have fun this weekend E...
Posted by: mexi at November 11, 2004 03:51 PM
Posted by: at November 11, 2004 03:51 PM"one punch! one punch!"
now which movie is THAT from?
Posted by: korewin at November 11, 2004 04:17 PMhint..."220, 221 whatever it takes."
Big Wednesday right above, North Shore ("He's so haole he don't even know he's haole"), BW, and Big Lebowski.
Hehehehe...
Posted by: Nate at November 11, 2004 04:24 PMMr. Mom. The pinacle of Micheal Keaton's career.
Posted by: Scunar Tuna at November 11, 2004 04:28 PMA variety of reasons. One of the most important of which is that I believe yours, mine, and everyone else's freedom to spout off about what we want to say should never go away. That's a pillar. And if I have anything to do with making that pillar just a bit stronger then it is all worth it.
The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants." -- Thomas Jefferson
Not everyone has the freedoms of the USA - they are very precious.
Keep the surf stoke going with this unreal blog!
Posted by: Active Duty at November 11, 2004 04:31 PMe, enjoy the secrets of the central coast. that south is showing at the right reefs. could be worth it to do a long hike tomorrow am.........
Posted by: 3to5setsof7 at November 11, 2004 04:33 PM
Posted by: at November 11, 2004 04:48 PMOh no...
Posted by: Kaiser at November 11, 2004 04:52 PMactive duty - good luck to you my friend. I'm skeptical about whether fighting in Iraq has any effect on the protection of our freedoms... Part of me thinks that it might even be detrimental to our freedoms (by making the world hate us more and more) but it sounds like you have a good head on your shoulders. Be a good ambassador for all of us! Get back quick to mamma ocean!
3to5 feel free to email or call with any central coast tips. siiiick.. i think i may know where you mean but i'm not 100% sure.. lots o spots down there.
peace y'all
Posted by: e at November 11, 2004 05:03 PMactive duty - just remember this when you're over there
Posted by: for active duty at November 11, 2004 05:05 PMkaiser-
I think its time to have a Reef Talent search here in SF. We can pose as reps,agents and judges. All we need are some REEF shirts and posters and wallah...hoetastrophy.
Posted by: pez at November 11, 2004 05:08 PMPEZ, I am down when you are. Lets get on that.
Posted by: Kaiser at November 11, 2004 05:15 PMActive Duty,
I truly believe that your heart is in the right place. It is those who are in power who do not. Many of us feel that this war is being waged for selfish reasons and not for the greater good of the world.
Although I am against the war, I believe that we have to fix the mess that we've made there. I just hope that we can find more peacful solutions unlike the assault on Fallujah. Thank you for volunteering your time and risking your life. I hope that the leadership of this country changes course, but I doubt it will happen in the next 4 years.
May the force be with you and bring you home safe to your family and friends.
Posted by: lerm at November 11, 2004 05:46 PMa reef talent search in SF? you're gonna be searching for awhile. good luck...and call me if you need help!
Posted by: j at November 11, 2004 05:59 PMsitting in my room, 1983, getting stoned for the first time, listening to the Dr. Demento show on KMET 94.7, laughing at the Shel Silverstein show, and gettin all psyched when he spoke of useless stems and seeds, because I had opiumated golfball indica skunk buds from a down and dirty oxnard source. Also got us thai sticks, on the stick, tied with string. Anyone remember existential blues, by tom tbone stankus, or something like that. "I would rather have this bottle in front of me than...a frontal labotomy. I think I'll just lay down in this field of poppies, poppies poppies (echos)" If so, post the lyrics, they are hilarious in a stony way.
Posted by: at November 11, 2004 06:10 PMWe are the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids the lollipop kids. E check out cardiacs in c@%&*8, near the castle, kind of. Also Pico Crico, Leffingwell Landing (need a gun). You can see them all from the highway, these spots hold a swell. Heart attacks on a north.
Posted by: at November 11, 2004 06:16 PMEXISTENTIAL BLUES
(Tom "T Bone" Stankus)
Tom "T Bone" Stankus
Hey, man, what are you really into, huh?
The elusive butterfly has just tip-toed past my door.
My buddy likes the Yankees; she says "Hey, T-Bone, what's the score?"
And I say, "Well, Reggie got 1 in 1 in 3, and 25 is 6 to 4."
Is the left-wing really pinko? Colonel Sanders, what a bore!
You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose?
Is this schizoid paranoia, or just existential blues?
The amenities of life have been chasing my soul,
And my mind is transcendental, and I'm losing all control,
And I'm sinking in the quagmire of illusions and Thoreau,
I cry out, "My name is T-Bone!" as a hound dog digs a hole.
You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose?
Is this Plato's heebie-jeebies, or just existential blues?
Sailing, sailing, what is 'lusion? What is tru-ue?
Sailing, sailing, over the existential blues.
God bless America, and Old Glory too!
May she always wave o'er us with the red, white, and existential
blues!
Hey, ba-ba-de-ba-ba-da-ba-da-da,
Ba-de-bom-ba-de-bom--ba-ding-a-ding-ding ding-existential blues.
Hey, you can do what you want but lay off my existential blues!
My blue suede existential blues!
[Spoken:]
I was on a quest!
To dream the impossible dream.
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah,
I was walking down the road, I was looking for the truth of life,
When I came across all these little people, little people
Little people all around me.
They looked up at me and said, "Hey, mister, are you tall?"
I said, "Yes, I'm tall, but who are you weird little whiners?"
And they looked up at me with their big, red, bloodshot eyes and
said:
We are the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids,
The lollipop kids.
We are the lollipop kids!
And we'd like to welcome you to Munchkinland!
I said, "Hey! Hey, weird little whiners, I am on a quest
To dream the impossible dream.
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah,
I said, "Hey kids, I'm looking for the truth of life.
Where do I go, who do I see?"
They said, "Slow down, mister, in order to find the truth of life,
one must see THE WIZARD!"
I said, "THE WIZARD? Well, where does this wizard, old wise one,
live?"
They said, "You see the big, green, glow-in-the-dark house up on the
hill?"
I said, "Yes, I see the big, green, glow-in-the-dark house up on the
hill.
There's a big, dark forest between me and the big, green,
glow-in-the-dark house up on the hill.
And a little old lady on a Hoover vacuum cleaner going
'I'll get you, my little pretty, and your little dog, Toto, too!'.
I don't even have a little dog, Toto."
Such predicaments, I must forge ahead!
To dream the impossible dream.
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah.
I must find the truth of life.
I said, "But you know, kids, I can handle a big, green, glow-in-the-
dark house
up on the hill, I can handle a darn forest, I can handle the little
old lady,
But that's a very strange road you're sending me down!
I've seen yellow stripes in the middle of a road before, but kids,
uh, never quite that wide!"
All right, tighten your shorts pilgrim, and sing like da Duke.
Follow the yellow brick road (Come on)
Follow the yellow brick road (Everybody sing)
Follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow the yellow brick road
If ever a wonderful wiz there was,
The Wizard of Oz is one because,
Because, because, because, because, because,
Because of the wonderful things he does!
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, ha-ha!
We're off to see the wizard,
The wonderful Wizard of Oz!
Wellllll, I got a little bit tired of
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah.
I got a little bit tired of walking down this old blinding yellow
road,
So pulled my little tired old body off to a little rest area
And lo and behold there's a little field of little red flowers out
there,
And they, heh, smelled so good. Whoa.
I was gettin' pretty tired and they smelled so good, and I
Figured, well, I'll just stretch out in this little field of
POPPIES! POPPIES! POPPIES! poppies!
(Cough)
Hey, what a strange dream, man!
The little flowers, they smell awfully good, and I was pretty tired.
The old wizard's just gonna have to wait, man, because I'm just gonna
Stretch out again in the little field of
POPPIES! POPPIES! POPPIES!
OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!
Dorothy! Dorothy! Dorothy!
(SNIFFFFFFF)
DOROTHY! DOROTHY! DOROTHY!
....confidence in herself, man.
Along came this old man in a green El Dorado II, screeched to a halt,
A little short man with a big red nose
Toking a bottle of Yukon Jack
Strolled up to me and said, "Hey, son."
I said, "Old man, don't bother me. POPPIES, MMMMMMMMM!"
He said, "T-Bone!"
I said, "Wait a minute, this old man knows my name, he must be
THE WIZARD!"
He must be the Wizard,
The Wizard of Oz.
Why have you come to haunt me?
Oh, Wizard of Oz.
I said, "Oh, Wizard, old wise one, I have been on a quest
To dream the impossible dream
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah
And I met these little people
We are the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids,
Follow the yellow brick road
Follow, follow, follow
I got tired
POPPIES! POPPIES!
Little old man, I've been through hell!"
He said, "Hey, son, slow down, relax."
I said, "But, wizard, old wise one, I have come so far to find
the truth of life!"
He says, "Hey, son, slow down, relax."
He said, "To tell you the truth, son..."
I said, "Wizard, that's what I've come to find is the truth."
He said, "No, no, no, son, you've got me all wrong. Heh heh.
To tell you the truth, son...uh...how can I tell you this? Uh...
I've been in this field of poppies a long time myself, and I've come
to find, son, that the only truth in life is right here in this
bottle."
I said, "Wizard!"
He said, "No, truly, son. In fact, I'd rather have this bottle in
front of me than A FRONTAL LOBOTOMY!"
How profound, Wizard!
Some girl with psychic power, she said, "T-Bone, what's your sign?"
I blink and answer, "Neon!" I thought I'd blow her mind.
She's reading Moby Dick by some fruitcake named Herman,
She's chomping on a knockwurst, was the duchess really German?
You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose?
Is this really Butte, Montana, or just existential blues?
Really Butte, Montana?
Is this Plato's heebie-jeebies?
Is this schizoid paranoia?
(Star Trek-like sound effects)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, existential blu-uu-uuuuu-ues!
(Contributed by Aaron Handy III - July 2003)
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Posted by: at November 11, 2004 06:57 PMWhat is the ideal shortboard for Ocean Beach?
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A modern sixfootplus thruster?
re:what kind of board for the beach.... to each his own, cousin.
Posted by: at November 11, 2004 09:44 PMShark attack up in Humboldt this afternoon, not fatal. Some friends were surfing west of Eureka when one of them started yelling "shark!" and paddling for the shore, lots of stitches, mangled thumb, chunk out of hip, but nothing critical.
Posted by: cosmo at November 11, 2004 09:57 PMI sure hpoe he gets back out in the water soon.
i usually dont read much more than ethans report cause hes got a groovy style with funny words, but i always dig the pics you people post in the comments...so heres some ive found online to contribute...
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ok, find your onw surf pics now.
Posted by: seth s, at November 11, 2004 11:02 PMMy nephew Matt (lower left, seated) on exercises with the Marine Reserves. He was over the border into Irag the night the war started, huddling in a bunker in a chem suit in 100+ degree weather. Like many people, I'm pissed about the bad intelligence used to support the war. But the troops believed it. . . everyone was scared shitless when the missles flew over their heads from Iraq and the US responded with Patriots and MRLS fire.
His mom cried every night for a week. Thank God he made it back. Sypmathy to the friends and families of those who did not.
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