tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14081445242704089382024-03-12T20:16:51.599-07:00Everyone SurfsSurfing blog for all the normal surfer people.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger114125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408144524270408938.post-87141453261951611182009-04-15T17:49:00.000-07:002009-04-15T17:53:09.395-07:00Another Project-The Outdoor Parent<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theoutdoorparent.com/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SeaAtxjmIDI/AAAAAAAABRg/V1wZhL6HEyY/s400/TODPtitlepage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325085133297295410" border="0" /></a><br /></div>I am happy to announce the launch on a new website that I have the pleasure to be involved in in a small way. The <a href="http://www.theoutdoorparent.com/">Outdoor Parent</a> was the idea of <a href="http://www.dirtbagdiaries.com/">Fitz Cahall</a> of the <a href="http://www.dirtbagdiaries.com/">Dirtbag Diaries</a>. If you're a parent, considering being one, or know someone who is one, check it out!<blockquote>The Outdoor Parent is a collection of surfers, climbers and skiers who have embarked the greatest adventure -- parenthood -- and lived to tell about it. Stories, perspective and reflections on parenting, children and the outdoor lifestyle.</blockquote>I'm going to be a contributing writer,a long with plenty of more qualified folks to make up for me being there, so take a look!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408144524270408938.post-55442156926930573182009-02-24T07:55:00.000-08:002009-02-24T08:01:03.295-08:00New Blog<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://salesman411.com"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SaQZR-NggJI/AAAAAAAABJQ/PCnrwszrTXs/s320/tie_logo_01_50x100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306394057497411730" border="0" /></a><br />Just a note in spite of Everyone Surfs' dormant status. I've started a new site designed to help people have fun buying cars again. Buying a car has become something people dread, and as a car salesman in my 7th year, I think that it should be easy and fun.<br /><br />The Site is <a href="http://salesman411.com/">www.Salesman411.com</a>. Right now its just in Blog form, but I'll be adding some more features on down the road. Please check it out, and if anyone you know is looking for a car, send them over. I won't be advertising myself on the site, it is a resource that will help make buying a car fun again (I hope).<br /><br />Check it out, let me know what you think!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408144524270408938.post-52174747304454713592009-01-12T10:26:00.001-08:002009-01-12T10:47:42.411-08:00Fin (for now)As you can see the posting has petered off as of late. Between family with my newborn son, work, side work trying to start up a new business, surf-blogging time/surf-inspiration has suffered, especially due to not as much time in the water, and a shift in my everyday priorities. With all that being said this, at least for the forseable future, will be my last post on Everyonesurfs.<br /><br />I have started a new blog which will be updated regularly, as my inspiration is coming not just from surfing, but the outdoor life as a whole, fueled by the desire to raise my son (Levi) with a love for all things outdoors, surfing, snowboarding, hiking, all of it. It is called the <a href="http://dirtbagdaddiaries.blogspot.com/">Dirtbag Dad Diaries</a> (DDD). I'm not abandoning surf-blogging so much as expanding my horizons into outdoor activity and fatherhood as a whole. My primary focus is and will stay on the ocean and surfing, but I want to expand my focus to the bigger picture. I hope you all check out the new site from time to time, its been fun here at Everyonesurfs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SWuNBosuETI/AAAAAAAABDk/ArOgUf6VBdE/s1600-h/drtbg_hedr_jaco_01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 67px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SWuNBosuETI/AAAAAAAABDk/ArOgUf6VBdE/s400/drtbg_hedr_jaco_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290477246521151794" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'd like to extend a special invitation to all the fathers who have been reading this blog to visit DDD. My son is coming up on 4 months old, so until he gets a little older we wont exactly be surfing together, but there are many of you out there who are experiencing raising you kids and I would love to hear from you and post the stories of your thoughts and experiences with your children. Thanks.</span><br /><br />DannyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408144524270408938.post-16226448586175564022009-01-02T09:54:00.000-08:002009-01-02T09:57:36.608-08:00FCD Flickr<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3036/3043194873_1b835c0a7d.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3036/3043194873_1b835c0a7d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a>Fletcher Chouinard has a great photo stream over at <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fcdsurfboards/">Flickr</a>. Check it out.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408144524270408938.post-31708122580837742442008-12-25T06:02:00.000-08:002008-12-25T06:02:00.199-08:00Merry Christmas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SVE1nypJ2gI/AAAAAAAABB8/csysXDLSwow/s1600-h/IMG_2036.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SVE1nypJ2gI/AAAAAAAABB8/csysXDLSwow/s400/IMG_2036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283062795607857666" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408144524270408938.post-35151405624416214912008-12-23T11:07:00.001-08:002008-12-23T11:07:36.254-08:00Christmas Wishes from Levi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SVE1KHpfa8I/AAAAAAAABB0/5caFW0JSWlw/s1600-h/levi_portrait_02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SVE1KHpfa8I/AAAAAAAABB0/5caFW0JSWlw/s400/levi_portrait_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283062285850340290" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SVE1J_wINAI/AAAAAAAABBs/Z5jNU1lZRcs/s1600-h/levi_portrait_01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SVE1J_wINAI/AAAAAAAABBs/Z5jNU1lZRcs/s400/levi_portrait_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283062283730695170" border="0" /></a>Levi wishes everyone a Merry Christmas<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408144524270408938.post-30311261804675093202008-12-17T22:15:00.000-08:002008-12-17T22:15:00.763-08:00My Boy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SUf9PC7PgHI/AAAAAAAAA_M/gDoTD3REQI4/s1600-h/IMG_2003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SUf9PC7PgHI/AAAAAAAAA_M/gDoTD3REQI4/s400/IMG_2003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280467523040411762" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SUf9PsO7T5I/AAAAAAAAA_U/I4UziHOrxo4/s1600-h/IMG_1953.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SUf9PsO7T5I/AAAAAAAAA_U/I4UziHOrxo4/s400/IMG_1953.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280467534128828306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SUf832dBvWI/AAAAAAAAA_E/IH0hmobaRi8/s1600-h/IMG_2023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SUf832dBvWI/AAAAAAAAA_E/IH0hmobaRi8/s400/IMG_2023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280467124555464034" border="0" /></a><br />Ok so I said a while back I'd try not to turn this into a photo album, but how can I not post something this cute!?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408144524270408938.post-42112173149594451852008-12-16T11:00:00.000-08:002008-12-16T11:00:00.517-08:00Sense of Smell<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SUfzUZDmjmI/AAAAAAAAA-0/sr0FoOH1UEI/s1600-h/SwamisLineupSmallSurf.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SUfzUZDmjmI/AAAAAAAAA-0/sr0FoOH1UEI/s400/SwamisLineupSmallSurf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280456619764125282" border="0" /></a><br />My senior year in high school I had a job at Holiday Inn working in the banquet service. I'd be there from right after school until sometimes three to four in the morning, watching drunk people do the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">macarena</span> at weddings, corporate Christmas parties etc. I remember when I first started I was excited at the prospect of free food (loved food, still do!) from the surprisingly good kitchen. I commented on it my first day, and I've never forgotten what my supervisor said. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Apparently</span>, when you've <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">worked</span> in food service for a while, you actually get to the point where just the smell will satisfy you. Of course you still have to eat, but the additional temptation to eat more than neededf just goes away after a short time. I found this to be true, and even there I didn't last long at that job, that always <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">stuck</span> with me for some reason.<br /><br />Being a new father, moving, and working a sales job in the current economy, time to get out in the water has been more than scarce for the last several months. I was on the road to work early one morning this last week and decided to take the scenic route up <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">PCH</span> from Newport to Huntington Beach, for the sole purpose of seeing if the smell of the ocean would help me through this long dry spell. I have to preface this with the fact that I didn't spend much time actually looking at the surf, not so much because I was driving, but that when I'm out of the water for a long period of time I just get frustrated seeing waves I can't ride.<br /><br />Back to the experiment. I drove, windows down, several miles up, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">PCH</span>, breathing in the fresh ocean air. For a moment I thought it would actually help, and really in a way it did. Part of the meditative benefit of surfing I believe is the the smell and sense off the ocean, and I got that. The only problem is that it still made me want more. Some surfers want more than just their local break, which has driven surf travel and exploration for decades. Part of being a "surfer" was the search for the next great wave, almost a constant limbo of being satisfied yet still yearning for more, knowing there was something more out there to experience. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">That's</span> how I felt only in a sad, almost pathetic lesser degree. I am actually at the point where just being able to see the ocean, sense it and breathe in its aroma, makes me feel like I've reached that much more of a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">connection</span>. I'm far from content with being out of the water for so long, but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">that's</span> the thing about surfing, no other <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">past-time</span> (I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">don't</span>' like to call it a sport) is so holistic in its experience. Maybe I'll write on that later.<br /><br />Photo by <a href="http://shakasandsinglefins.blogspot.com">Ryan Tatar</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408144524270408938.post-68569955369572835872008-12-07T09:18:00.000-08:002008-12-07T09:38:27.295-08:00Grass is Greener Project<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/STwFe8QQijI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/HkI0049vZqU/s1600-h/GRASSISGREENER.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/STwFe8QQijI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/HkI0049vZqU/s400/GRASSISGREENER.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277098892499913266" border="0" /></a>I'm sure most of you reading this have already seen, liked and bookmarked the <a href="http://www.grassisgreenerproject.com/">Grass Is Greener Project.</a> Not only does the project boast a veritable who's who in the roots surfing/art/music movement of contributors, GiG is different from all our other suf blogs in that there are multiple daily posts, all quality.<br /><br />Instead of having just one blogger making post whenever he or she has something worth posting (not always worth posting in my case) GiG is garanteed to have something good to read each and every time you visit. No offense to all you original surf-bloggers out there (jp), but I check that as often as I'm on surfysurfy!<br /><br />If there was one surf blog on the web that could be a legit, standalone web site or even published magazine or periodical, this is it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/STwJfTCprBI/AAAAAAAAA7o/9PsLeSZMBDs/s1600-h/nat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/STwJfTCprBI/AAAAAAAAA7o/9PsLeSZMBDs/s400/nat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277103296663366674" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/STwJfDminbI/AAAAAAAAA7g/X2OEEAawI8o/s1600-h/cyrus1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/STwJfDminbI/AAAAAAAAA7g/X2OEEAawI8o/s400/cyrus1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277103292518931890" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408144524270408938.post-2873044732585421442008-12-03T11:09:00.000-08:002008-12-03T11:12:37.917-08:00Kleenman & Mike<p align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C6kp0khclZc&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C6kp0khclZc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408144524270408938.post-16309843157193573092008-12-02T13:04:00.000-08:002008-12-02T13:06:42.673-08:00San-O' Sunday<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/STWjGMQyekI/AAAAAAAAA6w/mvfgEBv87ms/s1600-h/IMG_2000.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275301865300589122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/STWjGMQyekI/AAAAAAAAA6w/mvfgEBv87ms/s400/IMG_2000.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/STWjGCf3w3I/AAAAAAAAA6o/BvD116GSvOE/s1600-h/IMG_1999.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275301862679495538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/STWjGCf3w3I/AAAAAAAAA6o/BvD116GSvOE/s400/IMG_1999.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408144524270408938.post-29005603299077170982008-11-27T08:47:00.000-08:002008-11-27T08:54:18.193-08:00Happy Thanksgiving!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SS7QiHQ5LOI/AAAAAAAAA6A/44Chb1XoSH4/s1600-h/IMG_1862.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SS7QiHQ5LOI/AAAAAAAAA6A/44Chb1XoSH4/s400/IMG_1862.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273381498181463266" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Levi wishes everyone a Happy Thanksgiving!<br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The only way to have true happiness is not getting what you want, its being thankful for what you already have.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408144524270408938.post-43346257455260475672008-11-19T11:40:00.000-08:002008-11-19T11:45:55.125-08:00Blue StuffLots of Blueish photos by Dan Tedeschi. Not only does he have a sweet first name, he takes some darn good photographs! Check out his web site <a href="http://www.dannytphoto.com/home.html">here</a>. Originally discovered at <a href="http://www.grassisgreenerproject.com/">GIG</a>.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SSRsiZBjjEI/AAAAAAAAA5w/5bbHsb3ozsY/s1600-h/ryerocks.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270456802019085378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SSRsiZBjjEI/AAAAAAAAA5w/5bbHsb3ozsY/s400/ryerocks.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SSRsiDr2MuI/AAAAAAAAA5o/01NaYxn8MPY/s1600-h/rockyneckbike.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270456796290888418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SSRsiDr2MuI/AAAAAAAAA5o/01NaYxn8MPY/s400/rockyneckbike.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SSRsiLARLwI/AAAAAAAAA5g/zXuKGZvRROM/s1600-h/rockyneckartcolony.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270456798255591170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SSRsiLARLwI/AAAAAAAAA5g/zXuKGZvRROM/s400/rockyneckartcolony.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SSRsaEcWxII/AAAAAAAAA5Y/2RxLqfZOUvM/s1600-h/orangefish.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270456659055395970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SSRsaEcWxII/AAAAAAAAA5Y/2RxLqfZOUvM/s400/orangefish.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270456801705279186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SSRsiX2vPtI/AAAAAAAAA54/oYaiIMsReNM/s400/WaiokaDrift.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SSRsZ_KhdKI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/czci6gal_CU/s1600-h/goingin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270456657638421666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SSRsZ_KhdKI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/czci6gal_CU/s400/goingin.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SSRsZjfft3I/AAAAAAAAA5I/G8JP8uBTZtg/s1600-h/19.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270456650210195314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SSRsZjfft3I/AAAAAAAAA5I/G8JP8uBTZtg/s400/19.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SSRsZKZPzcI/AAAAAAAAA5A/ECKSwZpI2i8/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270456643473100226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SSRsZKZPzcI/AAAAAAAAA5A/ECKSwZpI2i8/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SSRsYlMzORI/AAAAAAAAA44/tGxzLDqSKsc/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270456633488783634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SSRsYlMzORI/AAAAAAAAA44/tGxzLDqSKsc/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408144524270408938.post-28276148009712556042008-11-15T14:47:00.000-08:002008-11-15T14:54:22.622-08:00Not a Soul in Sight<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SR9SFN3kg-I/AAAAAAAAA3o/eoAhCKhbIwA/s1600-h/six.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SR9SFN3kg-I/AAAAAAAAA3o/eoAhCKhbIwA/s400/six.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269020338622333922" border="0" /></a><br />Most surfers, especially those of us in climates where the elements are usually in our favor, take what we have for granted. I'm the first to admit it myself. We can just check the reports, toss our board and wetsuit (if needed) into our car and drive to a handy break, knowing what to expect. There's something extra needed to be a surfer in climates where we can't take advantage of all our modern conveniences to make the wave-hunt and easy one.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The day before, after a grievously cold boat trip through disordered winter seas, we'd arrived at our </span><em style="font-style: italic;" cmid="en_US-1Article:MainText1">côte de Dieu</em><span style="font-style: italic;">: an uninhabited stretch of the Vancouver Island coast, with reef waves bombing all around us and not a soul in sight. The morning's sleet had eased, but cutting offshore winds were tearing at the swell as it stacked onto the reef, each wave trailing a banner of white against a grey sky. We'd motored out to surf a spot that Clay had discovered the year before, and we'd lucked into some of the heavier waves we'd seen all season: thick slabs of opaque ocean lunging onto the rocks, each one looking like some primordial and unfinished prototype of Oahu's Backdoor...</span><br /><a href="http://www.patagonia.com/web/us/patagonia.go?assetid=17437"><br />Rest of the story from Malcolm Johnson here</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408144524270408938.post-74228655060447561682008-11-13T17:36:00.000-08:002008-11-13T17:37:51.917-08:00Its been a while...I've been absent from posting for a while (obviously!) due to work and family. I look forward to getting back up to speed soon.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408144524270408938.post-42922634650612977772008-10-20T09:43:00.000-07:002008-10-20T09:46:21.605-07:00Spirit of Surfing<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SPy1mNDhVfI/AAAAAAAAApg/qeo_pppvAMM/s1600-h/u1d2583e9-11d02ab8506--7fc3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259278132805981682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SPy1mNDhVfI/AAAAAAAAApg/qeo_pppvAMM/s400/u1d2583e9-11d02ab8506--7fc3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />A great read at <a href="http://www.wetsand.com/blogs/blog/20081016/the_spirit_of_surfing__turning_a_wave_into_a_wave-777.html;jsessionid=6D29295457EF8002FFE5005DD8B2E81A">wetsand</a><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em>A dear friend of mine once told me, “Surfing begins the minute you put the key in the ignition.” And it has taken me many years to realize not only how true this statement is but how easy to forget.</em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em>My personal overachiever tendency is to define surfing in terms of how many waves I catch, particularly great waves, and how well I do. I find that when I mentally restrict surfing to those criteria, my opportunities for a sense of joy, freedom, and peace, all the reasons I surf, are narrowed down to a few moments and to a rigid set of circumstances that I cannot totally control. Circumstances such as what the waves are like that day, how many people are out competing for the same waves, the wind, the swell, the tide, my own fatigue or distractibility. My sense joy is held captive by the smallness of my definition of what it means to surf....</em></div><div> </div><div>Read the rest <a href="http://www.wetsand.com/blogs/blog/20081016/the_spirit_of_surfing__turning_a_wave_into_a_wave-777.html;jsessionid=6D29295457EF8002FFE5005DD8B2E81A">here</a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408144524270408938.post-31485394639081222802008-10-18T16:21:00.001-07:002008-10-18T17:11:57.780-07:00Quiver Envy and the Meaning of Life<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SPpvea1UL1I/AAAAAAAAApY/2oaUo7wjGj8/s1600-h/quiver2008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258638083298176850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SPpvea1UL1I/AAAAAAAAApY/2oaUo7wjGj8/s400/quiver2008.jpg" border="0" /></a> The more I look around, I'm beginning to realize that I am Quiver-poor. I see all these shiny, finny boards floating around the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">blogosphere</span>. Photos like the one above (poached from <a href="http://www.surfysurfy.net/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">surfysurfy</span></a>) taunting me while I "make do" with 4 boards. I am very lucky in one aspect. My boards were gifted to me by either thoughtful people who gave out of their excess and kindness, or my pride and joy, the Pavel <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Speeddialer</span> that my wife won for me at the San O Hawaiian Surf Club luau raffle a couple years ago.<br /><br /><div></div><div>One is a beautiful 7'0" Harbor single-fin <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">that's</span> actually not even mine, it belongs to a good friend who is living in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Las</span> Vegas, and lets me use it in his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">absence</span>. My other two boards, a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Ukulele</span> Drifter was given to me by a customer of mine, while my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">shortboard</span> was a beat-up extra owned by an old co-worker who is a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">OC</span> bro who gets more boards given to him than he know what to do with.<br /><br /><br />My daily blog checklist taunts me on a daily basis, hanging tantalizingly sweet morsels of awesomeness in front of me through my computer's window. Showing me what is available, but not to me. Sure there are reasons that this could be my fault. I have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">priorities</span> that keep the desired Hess <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">shortboard</span>, Grain log, Joe Bark <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">paddleboard</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Bonzer</span> Bumblebees, misc. thumbs and hulls out of my reach that I could attain should I reorganize my spending <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">pattern</span> at the expense of my credit rating (and quite possibly my marriage!). Luckily all I have to do is go home to my wonderful family to know my priorities are in the right place. Turn on the TV and see the various clips in videos of beaming children in third-world countries perfectly happy surfing on discarded bits of plywood, or proud as can be of the patched-up discard left by a traveling surfer. This gives me a perspective into not just my surfing, but my life as a whole.<br /><br /><br />Surfing is a driving force in my life, something that helps me stay centered and focused through the fast-paced consumer-driven life all around me in Southern California. As I think about it though, while surfing is a driving force towards a better and more full life, it is not my life. this may seem <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">sacrilegious</span> to many, but it is true of me and I'm sure many other "normal" wave sliders out there. I still live the surfing "lifestyle" in some way, no matter if I'm in the water 1 day in a month or the good times where I'm able to go out several times in a week, or if I own one board or thirty.<br /><br /><br />The surfing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">lifestyle</span> is a looking-glass into life, the good and the bad sides. While all of us desire nothing more than to be in the water, partaking in a plethora of surf-craft, we often have to sacrifice for those things that are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">intrinsically</span> more important. Sacrifice is a dirty word in our modern society, instant gratification of our desires is seen as one of our inalienable rights. The way we keep ourselves <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">truly</span> centered and focused on what is important is not by how much of what we want we're able to attain, but instead being content in realizing how much we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">truly</span> have. That little kid on the scrap of plywood probably lives a more true "surfing lifestyle" than any of us.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408144524270408938.post-46849756432414684762008-10-08T12:15:00.000-07:002008-12-10T13:58:05.955-08:00Out from under my rock (and Happy Belated B-Day!)<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oApy1v1Ve0c/SF8YoEMk_mI/AAAAAAAAC88/iLGtqGwoCAU/S660/surf-the-blogs.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oApy1v1Ve0c/SF8YoEMk_mI/AAAAAAAAC88/iLGtqGwoCAU/S660/surf-the-blogs.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Where have I been? I think I may be the last Surf-Blogger to find <a href="http://surftheblogs.blogspot.com/">this great site</a>. All surf blogs under one roof. Great idea and a new bookmark to check daily.<br /><br />On another note, I just realized that Everyone Surfs just turned 1 year old three days ago! Thanks to everyone who visits! I hope that I'll be able to improve on my content over this next year, goal one though is to just surf more.<br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408144524270408938.post-51730750158065275162008-10-01T16:13:00.001-07:002008-10-01T16:17:05.019-07:00Levi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SOQEPxNnOQI/AAAAAAAAAmg/4ZJ3xH1s1BM/s1600-h/laura_n_levi1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SOQEPxNnOQI/AAAAAAAAAmg/4ZJ3xH1s1BM/s400/laura_n_levi1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252327734375823618" /></a>To explain my extended absence from posting. Here is a picture of my beautiful wife and our firstborn son, Levi Tyrus Kimo Maynor! 8lb 4oz of fury and cuteness! I will do my best not to turn this into a baby photo-album but there's no guarantees...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408144524270408938.post-2358367706098850442008-09-13T13:01:00.000-07:002008-09-13T13:02:25.819-07:00Shaka!<p align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WKVOGrLddkw&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WKVOGrLddkw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p align="center">This never gets old no matter how many times I see it.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408144524270408938.post-15059118923962204362008-09-09T22:22:00.000-07:002008-09-09T22:31:55.353-07:00Drydocked for Good Cause<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SMdaKWYpZ2I/AAAAAAAAAmM/t1ca-mzM3m0/s1600-h/sano_pavel01web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SMdaKWYpZ2I/AAAAAAAAAmM/t1ca-mzM3m0/s400/sano_pavel01web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244259424950380386" /></a>I haven't been in the water since Sunday. Not this last Sunday, the one before that. I'm starting to go into withdrawal, I've got the shakes, the shivers, the heeby-jeebies. Ok its not that bad but I do miss being ion the water. I can't really complain, works been busy which is good for a salesman, plus I'm going to be a dad in a couple weeks so I have to prepare to take the time off then aka put in extra hours now. There will always be waves, there won't always be a first newborn baby boy!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408144524270408938.post-75861467712059677022008-08-28T10:14:00.000-07:002008-08-28T10:18:24.279-07:00Oldest Wahine<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SLbdKmPXTTI/AAAAAAAAAl8/dys4fOqND58/s1600-h/eve468.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239618390625570098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SLbdKmPXTTI/AAAAAAAAAl8/dys4fOqND58/s400/eve468.jpg" border="0" /></a> Full Story on <a href="http://www.wetsand.com/article.asp?locationid=7&resourceid=12703&ProdId=0&CatId=2326&TabID=2326&SubTabID=0">Wetsand</a><br /><br /><em>More intriguing than her lines of wisdom, which she wears beautifully, is the energy and might that this 81 year-old woman possesses.</em><br /><br /><em>It's not everyday you see a woman swinging a sledgehammer that equals more than half her body weight. In a stylish fashion, wearing a light blue bandana and pearl earrings, Eve Fletcher conquers the concrete slab that stands before her. Swinging her sledgehammer with flawless execution is the perfect metaphor to depict how Eve has approached life. With style and poise she achieved what we all strive for: the perfect balance of working hard and playing hard.<br /></em><br /><em>Next to the dismantled riprap that Eve loads into the trunk of her Subaru wagon lays her 9' single fin. Aside from her passion for gardening and landscaping she possesses another talent that very few participate in at her age. With five decades under her belt Fletcher maybe the world's most experienced female surfer. Staying true to her roots, just as she has for the last forty years, Eve makes the weekly journey from her eclectic yet modest Laguna Beach home to the line up at San Onofre where she is greeted with warm smiles and a well of respect....<br /></em><br />I see her out at Sano Onofre a lot when I'm there and its hard to think of any other regulars who get the respect she does. I've never spoken with her except casual greetings in passing int he water. Always smiling and encouraging to all those around her in the water. I hope I'm able to continue surfing and being stoked into my 80s!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408144524270408938.post-21529492841223917042008-08-20T12:44:00.000-07:002008-08-20T12:55:12.029-07:00Shelter<p align="center"><object height="349" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Ribw7AudgQ&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&border=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Ribw7AudgQ&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"></embed></object></p><p align="left">Maybe its because its the first surf video I bought, or the just first one that really struck a chord with me, this has always been my #1 favorite surf movie. Lots of good videos since then, but Shelter more than any other really sums up my feelings for the surfing lifestyle.</p><p align="left">I haven't watched in it quite a while (I have it on VHS, no VCR) but every time I hear Mason Jennings, White Buffalo, even old southern soul style music this pops into my head. It just seems to have a very original and different feel to it. It just fits me and who I am in surfing. It also makes me want to move to a ramshackle farm house somewhere, anywhere thats country and close to waves.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408144524270408938.post-61697839759303388282008-08-12T11:15:00.001-07:002008-08-12T11:16:07.605-07:00Inner KookI'm a kook. At least I'm starting to realize I have a significant amount of kook-ness in my person. It may not be a bad thing, but I've come to realize that after years of looking down on all the non-surf-brand companies that mooch off of our lifestyle, I'm jumping on the bandwagon. Who's to blame? My unborn son is the culprit here, I blame him.<br /><br />Now don't get me wrong, I think Holister, American Eagle etc have been copying legitimate surf brands as the surfing lifestyle has become popular, they're not what I'm taking about. What I'm talking about is the Walmart, Target, and Big lots clothing emblazoned with "Surf Hawaii" and "Surf _______"(fill in the blank). Thankfully I've grown up and have gotten over the need to wear the "right" brand of clothing, but as I think about my son and prepare for his arrival, I can't help but buy things like the "Surfer Baby" sign in two posts previous and stickers like this for my cars.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232208436117979554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SJyJ2emdQaI/AAAAAAAAAl0/QZ1sSOAkeco/s400/srfrbbynbrd.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p>I'm sure many of you are guilty of seeing stuff like this as kookish. I've always thought advertising "I surf" is a total Matthew McConaughyish thing to do. Having a kid on the way seems to have given me an outlet/excuse to buy all the cutesy surfer stuff with Hawaiian prints and surfboards on them.</p><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408144524270408938.post-75034026004920415122008-08-05T11:18:00.000-07:002008-12-10T13:58:07.654-08:00Damian Fulton<div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231104471600577842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SJidzSS1vTI/AAAAAAAAAls/nWMk1RMF88M/s400/gold_rush.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="left"><br />Surfline's portfolio series showcases influential and talented surf artists every month or so. The latest is Damian Fulton. His artwork illustrates the life of surfers in Southern California and particularly the aspect of being torn between the over-stimulated fast pace we are almost forced to follow just to get by.</div><br /><div align="left"><em>"In my paintings, surfers compete with the barriers and ballyhoo that under any other circumstance would pummel a man into eventual submission, stifling his zeal, swallowing him up whole into lifes daily grind. The urban surfers are powerful, stoic figures, battling the elements, intrusions and vicissitudes of city life-My surfers brave all for the privilege of a saltwater baptism."</em><br /><br />See his artwork <a href="http://www.damianfulton.com">here</a>.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><br />There's a lot of Surf artists that either just merge surfing experience with their fine art, and some who romanticize the art of surfing. Damian's paintings are a narrative of the surfing lifestyle most of us live on a day-to-day basis.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">A couple of his pieces that 100% sum up the way I feel daily, one when I'm in the water and one when I'm out of the water.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231102728073192002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SJicNzJhIkI/AAAAAAAAAlk/bcDZzVNY4oQ/s400/left_behind.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">"Left Behind"<br /></p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231102723763172770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbiEmtCbAAs/SJicNjF7daI/AAAAAAAAAlc/SMZDKYBEeAc/s400/4th_n_broadway.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">"Epiphany on 4th and Broadway"</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0