Can you dig it!?

Worst to First

It had been a long day, most of it spent down at my Mom's, assisting with a yard sale. My Andreini Sam sat strapped to the roof of the car as I was praying for leftovers to be leftover from the by now de rigeur New England pop up swell that happened on Friday. I was to be denied once again.

So it was, that desperately needing a lift from the waveless doldrums I have sunk into, I relied on my beloved Sox to do away with my funk. They did not disappoint.

I vaulted from the couch at Victorino's slam and let out a yell which I immediately stifled, so as not to awaken my slumbering clan and then bounced around as Uehara did what he's been doing and slammed the door on the Tigers.

In the midst of watching the delirious celebration of this team that was predicted to go nowhere, I heard footsteps thudding down the steps. I got up and looked around the corner, only to see a bleary eyed Thing 1, blanket draped over a shoulder and thumb in mouth, which he removed to explain, "Daddy, I heard you and came down to watch some baseball." I didn't have anyone to celebrate with and so his arrival was incredibly timely and made for an incredible spontaneous moment(captured below).

He made an already memorable evening even moreso.

We're comin' for ya Cahds!

Unsung

Heard of these kids? Back when Sub Pop was ruling the roost with a roster largely composed of grunge bands, Seaweed were something outside of the norm. They were more of a punk band, somewhat in the vein of Quicksand or Jawbreaker. Good stuff. Good hooks. Good energy. Too bad they went largely overlooked.

This Machine...

Sometimes I think I have the attention span of a gadfly or maybe it's just the overall lack of waves(I promise I'll stop talking about it soon). I own three awesome boards that I need to keep dialing in and yet, I still keep thinking of...other boards, naturally.

I was a)re-watching Jamie Budge's, "The Californians" recently and b)thoroughly enjoying the magnificent time suck that is the online version of Matt Warshaw's, Encyclopedia of Surfing when in an interesting bit of overlap, I was both watching footage and then reading about 60's surfer Bob Cooper. I particularly enjoyed the Dale Davis clip of Mr. Cooper found on the latter. Mention was made, in both instances, about Cooper's model, the Morey Pope Blue Machine. Naturally, I began researching the shape.



The somewhat piggish outline and "wingnose" have peaked my interest, predominantly because, although I love my longboards, I've been getting drawn to those longboards that are outside of the norm.

Dennis Ryder shaped a bunch of the originals(and apparently still makes them, along with the Peck Penetrator)and Jim Phillips makes a version. Hmmmm.