Saturday, December 31, 2011
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Another reason to celebrate this week
I'm not a fan of organized religion. I see godliness in everything around me but our man made fit everything into the same box religions don't do it justice. I'm more animistic with a splash of buddhism in there. Don't be a sheep, find your own spiritual path.
Anyways, Winter officially started last week winter solstice and that was my main reason for celebration. Christmas day was a blast and my body has been recovering for the rest of the week. Back to back storms are setting up off Japan. Finally some glassy waves. Epicness to come.
R.I.P. Sean Collins
Anyways, Winter officially started last week winter solstice and that was my main reason for celebration. Christmas day was a blast and my body has been recovering for the rest of the week. Back to back storms are setting up off Japan. Finally some glassy waves. Epicness to come.
R.I.P. Sean Collins
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Shatter reality and escape to the land of dreams
When one is popular, they are way too busy to be smart. When one is smart, they are way too busy to be popular
J.O.B. movie was sick
Friday, December 16, 2011
Surf
We got some waves coming today. It might be too west for us and the wind might be a little too north but whatever.
I stole this video from Deb on facebook. You can skip the first minute, love the song.
I love watching and have a great respect for people who have mastered their craft. Whether it's surfing, windsurfing, mountain biking, pole-dancing, cooking or even fucking bowling. Not everyone has the drive or courage to focus on mastering something. It takes a mix of dedication, time and raw talent. It's people like this that push the level of what we believe is possible and inspire people for generations. Maybe we can all strive to master something.
I stole this video from Deb on facebook. You can skip the first minute, love the song.
I love watching and have a great respect for people who have mastered their craft. Whether it's surfing, windsurfing, mountain biking, pole-dancing, cooking or even fucking bowling. Not everyone has the drive or courage to focus on mastering something. It takes a mix of dedication, time and raw talent. It's people like this that push the level of what we believe is possible and inspire people for generations. Maybe we can all strive to master something.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Antelopes are sneaky fuckers
Here is your stupid video to start off your week.
Antelopes are sneaky fuckers be careful out there.
Sick Body boarding
And here is a little poetry written by a good friend of mine.
Pulse
In one second
Your heart pumps two times
You blink both eyes
You feel awake
You clap your hands
You scream out loud
You turn the light switch on
In one second,
You feel alive.
I. Garden Rest
Thick blanket of emerald grass
Rubs against my back
Cold wet leaves,
Poke every inch of my leather skin
My eyes shut down
Like closed books, no magic goes out
Consumed by the deep black dreams
Rocking back and forth
Feeling every end of each leaf
Shaping it to fit my mold
Parting the green sea
I lie, I breathe, I dream
Morning melodies calling me awake
No more dreaming, open books
Early sunshine
II. Not a Dream
Sun rising to the east
Sweet tender touching morning
Fresh flower smells
Songs of joy welcoming this new day,
Birds moving to the morning rhythm
All over the blue dance floor,
One more day in paradise
Sun kissed day
Hot, bright, shine
Waves roaring on the coast
Some of us dream of paradise
Sundown, time to calm
Moon up, time for her
Night stories and stellar shows
Not a dream anymore
My paradise, my island days
I. March High
You were standing here
Just now, like a vibrant cardinal
Your soul now flies into the vast sky
You sing and laugh
Melodies of pain and regret
Your were lying here
Just now, by my side
Now you march into infinite paradise
You sail the wind, and fly high
Fast, reaching for your piece of sky
How long would it take you
To reach your destiny,
Would you wait for me
To come fly away with you
II. Run away
It reaches you
Pouring like heavy rain
It strikes your veins,
Like thunder lights
You think you are ready,
But you are not
It hits you like cold rushing winter wind
How could you escape?
Run, Run away from it.
Run until you feel no more
Your legs collapse
Into dark pavement
No one will be watching
As you escape away
It must feel good
Don’t worry, we will all run after you
Still
In one second
Your heart stops beating
Your eyes shut down
Something takes you away
Your clap echoes into the vast sky,
You feel no more pain
In one second,
You take that step away
Antelopes are sneaky fuckers be careful out there.
Sick Body boarding
WITHINcast Episode 2 from LINKtv on Vimeo.
And here is a little poetry written by a good friend of mine.
Pulse
In one second
Your heart pumps two times
You blink both eyes
You feel awake
You clap your hands
You scream out loud
You turn the light switch on
In one second,
You feel alive.
I. Garden Rest
Thick blanket of emerald grass
Rubs against my back
Cold wet leaves,
Poke every inch of my leather skin
My eyes shut down
Like closed books, no magic goes out
Consumed by the deep black dreams
Rocking back and forth
Feeling every end of each leaf
Shaping it to fit my mold
Parting the green sea
I lie, I breathe, I dream
Morning melodies calling me awake
No more dreaming, open books
Early sunshine
II. Not a Dream
Sun rising to the east
Sweet tender touching morning
Fresh flower smells
Songs of joy welcoming this new day,
Birds moving to the morning rhythm
All over the blue dance floor,
One more day in paradise
Sun kissed day
Hot, bright, shine
Waves roaring on the coast
Some of us dream of paradise
Sundown, time to calm
Moon up, time for her
Night stories and stellar shows
Not a dream anymore
My paradise, my island days
I. March High
You were standing here
Just now, like a vibrant cardinal
Your soul now flies into the vast sky
You sing and laugh
Melodies of pain and regret
Your were lying here
Just now, by my side
Now you march into infinite paradise
You sail the wind, and fly high
Fast, reaching for your piece of sky
How long would it take you
To reach your destiny,
Would you wait for me
To come fly away with you
II. Run away
It reaches you
Pouring like heavy rain
It strikes your veins,
Like thunder lights
You think you are ready,
But you are not
It hits you like cold rushing winter wind
How could you escape?
Run, Run away from it.
Run until you feel no more
Your legs collapse
Into dark pavement
No one will be watching
As you escape away
It must feel good
Don’t worry, we will all run after you
Still
In one second
Your heart stops beating
Your eyes shut down
Something takes you away
Your clap echoes into the vast sky,
You feel no more pain
In one second,
You take that step away
Monday, December 5, 2011
Chile in April
Got my ticket, I'll be in Chile on April 20th to May 6th. So stoked!!
It’s not about class, colour or races,
let´s get around and see different places yeah,
put a smile on those distant faces,
wipe away your sorrow without traces
this is not about class, colour or races,
let’s get around and see different places yeah,
put a smile on those distant faces,
wipe away your sorrow without traces
Joy, bwoy let us soul our vibes
Let ya voices be heard and make a joyful noise
Joy, bwoy full time nuh realize
The truth haffi be told to recognize!
watchin out
you nah see that we a step inna the foot steps of jahjah,
hear the Eden a talkin about them just can badda
but step by step know so we climb up the ladder
with truth and rights we help another yeeeaah
Refrain:
It’s not about class, colour or races,
let’s get around and see different places yeah,
put a smile on those distant faces,
wipe away your sorrow without traces
this is not about class, colour or races,
let’s get around and see different places yeah,
put a smile on those desolate faces,
wipe away your sorrow without traces
Obedience and courage
to an higher purpose single life yeah
conscious of the knowledge
That existing are the words of do wise.
Silence and devotion must be learned,
For the one makes connection that we earn
The players of the faithful so concerned,
That it tight if I be turned
Refrain:
It’s not about class, colour or races,
let’s get around and see different places yeah,
put a smile on those distant faces,
wipe away your sorrow without traces
this is not about class, colour or races,
let’s get around and see different places yeah,
put a smile on those desolate faces,
wipe away your sorrow without traces
I no really matter if your cons are pros
and I no really matter if you friends are foes
to be yourself inna the guidance, so life close
rightousnessman haffi be composed yeeaahh
It’s not about class, colour or races,
let´s get around and see different places yeah,
put a smile on those distant faces,
wipe away your sorrow without traces
this is not about class, colour or races,
let’s get around and see different places yeah,
put a smile on those distant faces,
wipe away your sorrow without traces
Joy, bwoy let us soul our vibes
Let ya voices be heard and make a joyful noise
Joy, bwoy full time nuh realize
The truth haffi be told to recognize!
watchin out
you nah see that we a step inna the foot steps of jahjah,
hear the Eden a talkin about them just can badda
but step by step know so we climb up the ladder
with truth and rights we help another yeeeaah
Refrain:
It’s not about class, colour or races,
let’s get around and see different places yeah,
put a smile on those distant faces,
wipe away your sorrow without traces
this is not about class, colour or races,
let’s get around and see different places yeah,
put a smile on those desolate faces,
wipe away your sorrow without traces
Obedience and courage
to an higher purpose single life yeah
conscious of the knowledge
That existing are the words of do wise.
Silence and devotion must be learned,
For the one makes connection that we earn
The players of the faithful so concerned,
That it tight if I be turned
Refrain:
It’s not about class, colour or races,
let’s get around and see different places yeah,
put a smile on those distant faces,
wipe away your sorrow without traces
this is not about class, colour or races,
let’s get around and see different places yeah,
put a smile on those desolate faces,
wipe away your sorrow without traces
I no really matter if your cons are pros
and I no really matter if you friends are foes
to be yourself inna the guidance, so life close
rightousnessman haffi be composed yeeaahh
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