Wednesday, December 30, 2009
We made it alive and well back from sunny Los Angeles only to be welcomed back by this sub-zero bull. Harumph I say.
Still and all, the West Coast was a welcome change of pace. It was sunny and in the 70's most of the time. Mrs. Meezy returned from a stroll her first morning there and stated, "Let's move back." Amen, Doll. Now there's only the small matter of securing a massive chunk of change for a house, jobs for both of us and tuition for SoEM once he hits middle school. I ain't bitter folks, really I aren't. Wistful thinking is all.
I spent Christmas Morn on a borrowed epoxy longboard at Bay Street in Santa Monica. Waves weren't fantastic but were fun. I managed to snag a few decent rides. I must say that I don't care for the epoxy. It was lacking something. It turned ok and I got into waves ok but I tried to walk it a couple times and that just didn't work. It also seemed to lack the weight or the feel of my poly longboard. Needless to say, I won't be rushing out to pick up a plastic fantastic machine like that anytime soon.
Finally...SoEM slept both to and fro the Coasts. So minus having to lug a bunch of crap around the airport, the voyage was fairly seamless.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
The year started off a bit rough. I lost my job back in February. My son was five months old and we were contemplating putting in a bid on a house in Waltham(dodged a bullet). My wife has been down the unemployment road with me before and the phone call I had to make to let her know that I had been let go because my company needed to dump salaries to stay afloat hit the "worst moments in my life" list with a bullet.
The situation definitely stung until I realized that being home with my son at this important stage in his young life was a gift. I realized that I had the opportunity to take a step back and try to figure out some different career options.
In pursuing a career as a writer, I have often taken whatever jobs paid my way while I worked on my "craft". It never occurred to me that I could have an actual career in a job that I cared about and still work on my screenplays, or my novel, etc. It was the arrival of SoEM(and my layoff) that gave me new impetus to search out something not just to pay the bills but also to feed the soul. I'll let you know what I find when I find it.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
I grinned huge for the young(ish)kid who burned me on one wave and gave me a thumbs-up as he did it(he had position).
Thursday, November 19, 2009
The call was the "unnamed beach break" that I've big-upped in the past. Knee-high stuff yesterday with some waist sets and clean. I spent most of my time working on some areas that I felt could use a little polish. My two best moments were two women giving me a standing o from the beach after I had done a little carving on one wave and when I was a little overzealous with my cross-stepping and went off the front of my board(no lie). Good thing I can laugh at myself.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
I took the wee nipper to Robbins Farm Park today. It's quite possibly the nicest park in Arlington. SoEM(Son of El Meezy)loves the place. He was playing in this wooden train engine and another child was also in there playing with the steering wheel. SoEM amused himself and when the other child left the wheel, SoEM went over and started to play with it, prompting the other child to come over and retake possession of the wheel by shoving my kid down. SoEM is not quite 14 months old.
This isn't an unusual situation. I don't even blame the other kid who I guessed was probably 2 years old. Kids are little savages and their tiny brains are pretty much focused on "me" and "mine". The problem is that I saw no sign of Captain Runny Nose's mom. Generally speaking, the parents at the park are pretty on point with watching their kids. When I've had similar situations occur, there's always been a parent right there to police their progeny. So why the hell did I have to be the one to tell this kid that pushing smaller kids down just doesn't play?
The mystery as to who claimed ownership over the brat was solved when I saw him walk over to a woman sitting on one of the benches 10 minutes later. She was with a friend and yakking on a cell phone. Priorities, right? If someone wanted to snatch her kid, he would've been easy pickings. I even saw the little dude trundling up a very steep set of stairs set into a hillside. If he had fallen, it would not have been pretty and I never even saw her look over.
I don't really know the rules of etiquette in situations like this. I was on the verge of rolling up and laying into her but I try to take the position that if you blow your cool and act in anger, you've already lost the battle. There was no way that I could be diplomatic in this situation, so I let it go.
Like I said, I don't want to get preachy but...damn. Wake up.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Onshores and crap weather were pretty much making any go-outs this week a less than desirable option but today....well....today was great.
The Bollocks(along with Mrs. Bollocks) and I headed out to a not-so-secret and yet never-all-that-crowded beach break. I've mentioned it plenty of times before but I will leave it up to the imagination of you, the readers, to determine which one it is. In any case, it was easily waist high and at one point, glassy and clean as anything.
We had decided to make a day of it and so surfed for a couple of hours, ate lunch and then went back out again. I caught some lovely rides, made more trips to the nose(sort of) and even met the man who pioneered the break(He told me so, resplendent in his springsuit and gloves and with a Surftech under his arm).
I. Am. Wiped.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
As far as the latest and greatest of my sliding ventures goes, I snacked on some choppy apps served up by Bill at Wells Beach in Maine but found my efforts confounded by the blatant jackassery in the water(more on that later) and then a couple days later polished off some leftovers, first at Nahant where I had a great session followed up a day later by a more frustrating go-out at Jenness.
I missed Danny due to a wedding in Arkansas and my latest sessions have been nothing to write home about, therefore....
Welcome to the column entitled "The Middle Finger". I am not a misanthrope, nor do I typically whine about crowds, sup's, etc. but hell, I've got an axe what needs grinding so it's time to give with a few middle fingers.
Our first middle finger goes to the older dude with the white beard and the squid lid out at The Wall yesterday. Listen Jack, I don't give a flamin' fig how many years you've put in at New Hampshire breaks, it doesn't excuse you pulling that right of eminent domain shit on every wave that was even half-way rideable. In your state of advanced decrepitude, you oughta know better. Get bent.
The next middle finger goes to The Wall itself. Between the whole lemming mentality, Canadians on rented bics and softops and a general lack of etiquette from folks that might have a clue, this place can get the penis. I only paddled out because it wasn't working at Jenness.
Third and final middle finger of the day goes to the pack of swimmers, boogers and other assorted flotsam that cluelessly splash around where I've lined up. Yeah, the ocean is for everyone but guess what, YOU'RE IN MY WAY. I make a concerted effort to stay away from people because I don't want to be responsible for anyone getting hurt. Yet, even when I make the aforementioned effort, there is always some brain-dead jackanapes that decides the best spot to get in the water is right where I happen to be surfing(up at Wells, recently). It makes me happy that Labor Day has come and gone and with it, the feckin' circus at all my breaks. Don't let the driftwood smack you in the ass on the way home folks.
That's all the vitriol for today ladies and gentlemen. Thanks for flying with us and have a lovely day.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Admittedly, my backhand game kind of sucks but the first few waves I caught were all lefts and I actually did alright on them. I surfed fairly well yesterday, although was humbled by the presence of a couple folks who knew their way around a longboard better than I. Looking forward to more visits up North.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
I surfed Nantasket Thursday and Saturday and generally stunk up the joint but also managed to do a few things properly as well. Thursday was waist to chest and reinforced the thoughts I've been having about purchasing a shorter board(probably an egg) because the waves were kind of peaky and I took a bit of a beating.
Yesterday was smaller and fairly clean. Good logging waves, although again, I was digging rails and flopping all over the place. Ah well, we've got enough swell on the way to keep on improving.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
I don't get paid to shill for Narragansett and I'm not into product placement. I do like the fact that the brand got resurrected, that it's better than most macros out there...and that it comes in tall boys.
Friday, April 17, 2009
My first real exposure to punk rock growing up in Woonsocket, RI in the 80's came after my older sis introduced me to the movie Repo Man along with said movie's killer soundtrack featuring such luminaries as...The Plugz.
These guys are on my "holy grail" list when it comes to diggin' in the crates.
Occasionally, being out of work pays off just lovely.