September 30, 2011

Meet Me in the Park


I love the fall. The tasty ales, the weather, the swell, the softer light, and yes, the music!

Hardly Strictly Bluegrass is upon us again, and it looks to be nothing short of fantastic. If you are in the area, come join for a weekend of fun in Golden Gate Park. You'll find me wrangling a Rooster plucking a Banjo with an Arrow just off the porch...

What event are you fired up about this fall? What are you imbibing to keep your spirits soaring?

SAT OCT 1 (11:00AM - 7:00PM)
Banjo Stage
Rooster Stage
Star Stage
Towers Of Gold Stage
Arrow Stage
Porch Stage
SUN OCT 2 (11AM - 7PM)
Banjo Stage
Rooster Stage
Star Stage
Towers of Gold Stage
Arrow Stage
Porch Stage


September 23, 2011

Liquid Nation Ball 8- I Love Boobies!

After bidding my car goodbye (for the meantime) and clawing my way out of the desert, I bombed back to the coast just in time to make the Liquid Nation Ball 8. Hosted by Reef co-founder Fernando Aguirre at his waterfront La Jolla home, the attendees were a mix of surf industry elite, board/art collectors and ocean loving do-gooder's.

As one of the largest fundraisers for the Surf Industry Manufacturers Association's (SIMA) Humanitarian Fund, the night's auction featured an array of rare surf art, collector's items, and exotic surf trips. A one-of-a-kind hand-shaped Jed Noll balsa board paired with limited edition Greg Noll jail-house trunks, signed by the legend himself, was one of the top bid packages bringing in $10,000 for the 13 featured charities in attendence.

Aside from being a kick ass party with tasty hawaiian style bbq, hearty tequila concoctions, and relaxed ocean grooves- Liquid Nation also honors those people who make a genuine positive impact on the greater surfing community as a whole. This year's SIMA Humanitarian of the Year Award was presented to Shaney Jo Darden (blurry picture above), Co-Founder and CEO of Keep A Breast Foundation.

For those of you who don't know and aren't sporting the incredibly trendy "I Love Boobies!" bracelet- found in boutiques, surf and board shops nationwide- Keep A Breast is a non profit working to "eradicate breast cancer by exposing young people to methods of prevention, early detection and support".

The ever-bubbly Shaney Jo was introduced by her close friend, X-Games personality Sal Masekela. Sal spoke admiringly of her energy, love and dedication to increasing breast cancer awareness among kids- no small feat when considering that she has effectively made young people pay attention to and engage with a traditionally avoided or taboo subject. Marketing genius-- I think so.

Fernando Aguirre in his pink (breast cancer awareness) $$ pants introduces the Noll board

Sal Masekela presents Shaney Jo Darden

Jed Noll with his hand-shaped balsa board

Check out the woven stringers and detailing-- I'd like two for my kitchen

Boards and one-of-a-kind memorabilia hang from every wall and ceiling in the Aguirre Household

September 22, 2011

Ski Porn Spotlight: Level 1 Productions After Light

Oi Geezers,

Lord Howard ere of di West Shine Massive. I iz a rude boy snow junkie hailin frum da mtns of di West. I iz ere to infrom u bout da hapenings in the snow World. Check out des sickheads on them wooden planks, I've got mor vids in de back of mi boot of mi mums car. I'll post more when mum gos to bed. Peace

Level 1 After Dark Official Trailer from Level 1 on Vimeo.

September 21, 2011

Mindsurfing the Porcelain Throne


It is fascinating how much you can learn about someone based upon their artistic selections in their bathroom. Reef co-founder Fernando Aguirre is no exception.




September 16, 2011

Stranded on the Edge of the Mojave- Top 5 Things To Do While Waiting For a Tow

Two hours out of Vegas, cruising southbound on I-15, the desert heat begins to subside as the sun races for the edges of the skyline. It's Friday evening, I'm relaxed and in good spirits following a three-day marathon of product slinging and media fluffing at Interbike- then the inevitable strikes.

My champion 2000 Subaru Outback, which I've pushed from San Francisco to the Black Rock Desert of Northern Nevada, to Southern California and Vegas in a span of 14 days, has had enough. As I pound the accelerator like a ruthless bloodthirsty jockey, she suddenly cuts out. Flashing my eyes at the dash I note that the heat gauge is well in the red. No morning Trestles surf session for you, I smirk to myself.

Flipping on the hazards I drift for the shoulder as a semi rapidly approaches in my rear-view mirror and slow to a stop.
For those of you who find yourself in a similar situation, I suggest resisting that initial instinct to thrash out of the car, kicking tires, throwing rocks, and cursing powers that be. Instead, after securing your safety (making sure your vehicle isn't in flames, moving your car far enough out of the way of traffic, turning your flashers on, etc.), I've found that taking a deep breath can be much more rewarding. You are safe, things could be worse- here are some tips on how to make the most of the situation:

1. Start by thanking your lucky stars that you renewed your AAA or other road-side assistance service, this sort of insurance is inexpensive and can be a lifesaver when ish hits the fan during road trips. If you haven't renewed yours, or have never signed up in the past, DO IT NOW. Then get on the horn, assuming there is cell service in the area, and get the proverbial ball rolling.

2. Take note of your natural environment. Would you ever see this stretch of land from this perspective otherwise? Is there any wildlife that you would otherwise miss? What is unique about the vegetation? Get out a camera or piece of paper and get creative, take a moment to record and bask in the beauty that is before you.

3. Engage the impact of humanity in the miles around you. Are there cities/towns/otherwise that you have never visited before? What have you seen in the last few miles that make this location noteworthy? During this trip out of Vegas I passed an exit with the peculiar name of Zzyzx. It turns out this place has a deep and wild history that I would have never learned about had my car not decided it was time for a break.

4. Find a spot to post up and enjoy a few moments of introspection. Take stock of your personal mental and physical shape. Are you enjoying the direction in which you are headed? Are the commitments you are rushing toward really that important? How could you adjust your course now that you have a moment to pause and reflect?

5. Once you are picked up by the truck, get to know your chauffeur. Chances are you will be spending at least a few hours in a town nearby, and this person would probably be glad to give you some insight. What is the area known for historically? Where are the best eateries? Is there a park nearby that you could explore? Do they have a cool watering hole where you can wet your lips on some local libations? Here in Barstow, CA, AAA driver Sli dropped me at a (half-)decent Ramada Inn. Following his recommendation I'm venturing out to an off the grid bar called Molley's- good times await!

***
All right, before you say anything- yea, this place is a dump. The first spot I checked out was chalk full of heifers, and the second "nightclub" was attempting to charge $5 to subject yourself to awful R&B/Rap.
I did, however, manage to stumble-upon and procure my first ever 3-pak o' tall boys!

September 9, 2011

Good For Kids





The San Francisco based Good For Kids Foundation grants underprivileged kids the opportunity to explore and develop their creative and physical abilities via summer camp programs, one-to-one coaching, and advisory services.

These badass dudes, running as Team Good For Kids, rocked it at the GoreTex Trans-Rockies a few weeks ago, running over 120 miles over six days- from Buena Vista to Beaver Creek, Colorado. I had the privileged of chatting with them after one of the stages of the event and was impressed with how they work with local coaches, artists, athletes and adventurers willing to donate their time to give kids a powerful, life changing experience.

If you'd like to learn more or get involved, check out my full story on All That's Fit, or visit them at: http://www.goodforkidsfoundation.org/

That Moose is One Bad Apple

Leave a bushel of apples out in the sun and sooner or later they will ferment. Apparently the moose of Sweden are no stranger to that sweet boozy nectar.




September 7, 2011

MOOP: A virgin at Burning Man

Sometimes it's a frantic, scary existence sitting on the outside when everyone else has paddled in. This is true not only in the water, but also when returning from an experience such as Burning Man.

What the hell was that? Why was it so emotional? Now that I'm back- did the experience change me for the better? Are my creative juices flowing? Is there a new spark planted?

Now what?

When I arrived in the magical playa I was excited, yet calmly cautious- almost w
ithdrawn. I am not one to shy away from new experience, but I had no idea what it all meant, nor how I should proceed.

Welcome Home.
I was greeted with a bear hug by the Muppet sentry at the gate, and
as a virgin was given the opportunity to roll in the dust and ring the bell.

Whose home? Hell, this is certainly not my home, there isn't an ocean for at least a few hundred miles
.

After tracking down the neon green zebra-print bike that I had spray-painted a few days earlier, (how I found it in the pitch-dark at 3:30am, I do not know) I headed out on the playa.

Accompanied by the 22 year old male-dominatrix who had hitched a ride with me out to the desert, we tore across the open space beyond the Esplanade directly to the Man. Dawn began to seep in around the edges as we climbed the pyramid shaped structure, while below us the remaining burners eerily pulsated on the sprawling tableau of brightly lit art and booming sound.

On the platform below the Man we counted our "zins" and sipped greedily from the bottle of wine shared by a fellow Man climber. Staring up between his widely split legs I wondered exactly who this glowing man was that we would be so eagerly burning later in the week.

After orienting myself to the temple, center camp and nearby art pieces, we hopped back on our bikes and rode out past the pier, toward the purple lit domes at the edge of the mile wide arc of Black Rock City- around 2 o'clock or so. The DJ hashed out mellow groovy beats and the remaining ravers lazily rocked to and fro.

***

I awoke tucked in the corner of the Camp 161 dome, hot and sticky, the recipient of questioning stares from a few members of the close knit crew to whom I was a new-comer. I quickly introduced myself, hoping I wasn't treading on anyone's turf already, and made haste to help with breakfast and the hosting of our dome-top circus netting. Talk about a sweet chill space for a bunch of wandering hooligans.

The rest of the day was spent exploring the hordes of art pieces strewn across the playa and attempting to make a connection or two. Dinner was nice, the drinks strong, and I decided to call it an early night as the exhaustion of travel combined with watching the sunrise caught up with me.

With so much stimulation, could this really be a slow, drawn out, miserable week? I thrashed around in my brain, trying for the life of me to justify what all these people were doing out here, and drifted off for a solid 10 hours.

***

Let go. It's time to charge. Fuck it. It was 8am and already hot. Polishing off a quick breakfast I decided to journey out alone. Pedaling to the outskirts, I circled around along the trash fence and took in a temporary movie theater, a scene of aliens dancing, a giant headless wire lady, a wooden forest surrounding a pyramid, and a Ferris-wheel like zoetrope with skeletons paddling for freedom across the playa.

Eschewing my bike, I walked myself through some sun salutations and sat in the dust- quieting my mind as mini-planes zipped overhead. Here I am. Where am I? It doesn't matter. We're here to enjoy. What? The simplicity. Whatever you want. It's all here. Can't you see the creativity of the human spirit?

As the sun rose high, and the temperature higher, I made tracks over the cracked and bumpy former lake bed for the temple. An emotional spot indeed. Words poured off of every wall: mourning lost ones, belting out urges, celebrating freedom, proclaiming everlasting love. A mellow chorus of bells chimed from within, as people sat about hugging, crying, meditating, reading, writing, thinking, playing songs, singing... being.

Though I couldn't find words to add to the sacred grounds at that point, the seed had begun to sprout.

***

The next four days were a blur of dancing and laughing, cooking and cleaning, telling tales and bonding with new friends, psychadelic art structures climbs, fantastic playa river-boat rides, imbibing of delicious food and substances, jovial celebration, and a healthy dose of introspective processing.

Beholding the temple burn I wasn't sure exactly what I had found, but the pulse was strong. Unwrapping from my "normal" existence I had stepped onto a temporary plane where ones individual energy was able to frolic with the penetrating energy of the greater collective conscious- in a delicate balance of freedom, creativity, joy and trust.


***
Now, looking toward shore, it's not so scary. I can see that the unspoken dance continues, but for now it must continue alone, until we find ourselves in a similar line-up again.

That is the magic of the energy of the universe- the is no Matter Out Of Place (MOOP- except plastics, gray water, poop, and misc trash of course!). Stay engaged, live for what you love, change is constant. There are always more waves to come.