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What stoketh thee...

PostPosted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 4:51 pm
by OSeditor
Gaz is right, we need a more positive vibe on these boards. So here, located smack in the Bitch and Moan hood (in the hopes of swaying your attitude, if only for a few moments) is a sticky to offer up positive and (at least potentially) useful topics. Don't try your cynical sarcasm here, or we will detete it in a flash. Then I'll ban you. This is a thread for offering up little morsels of goodness be it creative or emotional. No buzz killers allowed. Let the happy thoughts fly....

PostPosted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 4:53 pm
by OSeditor
I hate to be cynical, but I doubt this will work. Oh, whoops. Someone, please, prove me wrong.

PostPosted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 6:21 pm
by stinkbug
It stokes me to surf good waves with a buddy or two.

Pushing each other. Heckling and laughing at each other.

Pushing that little extra 'cuz your bud's right there on the shoulder.

That's fun.

PostPosted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 6:52 pm
by XBlueSilverX
Just bought me some Arrogant Bastard Ale. I'll raise a pint and toast the weekend and the members of osp.


PostPosted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 7:33 pm
by XBlueSilverX

PostPosted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 8:01 pm
by wanty
Thinking about the best season--summer. Our transition from june into july the sun sets after 9pm. I'm sure to be the last surfer out of the water on those days. I can't wait.

PostPosted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 10:48 pm
by Wilbur Kookmeyer
Last night I got to spend time with some friends I have not seen in a while.

Today a complete stranger gave me a leather "Biker" vest. It's worth over $60. He gave it to me for no other reason than it fit me and he said I "needed" one.

I spent the morning cooking food for a friend's party this evening. cocnut pineapple prawn skewers and a few platters of sushi.

I spent the afternoon at a motorcycle show with a very close friend of mine.

At the show I ran into other friends I have not seen in recent times.

I spent the evening with an old friend, who was the most beautiful woman in the room, at a friends party.

Everyone really enjoyed my contributions to the food.

I saw Fish with a straw hat on.

At the end of the evening my friend told me what I mean to her, what i have meant to her, and how whenever she thinks of me, she smiles and remembers what we shared.

My daughter is sitting on the couch with her cousins watching scary movies and doing things of girlish mystery.

Somewhere there are waves breaking.

Soon I will be amongst them.

But right now there are two cats on my bed enjoying the fleece comforter.

I think I will open my window and leave it open.

Listen to the rain, and smell the blossoms being carried aloft on the wind.

My life...has always been beautiful.

PostPosted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 1:28 am
by brdsurf
Nothing stokes me. Its gone. Such bitterness. :lol:

Hmm, seeing the sun for a change certainly helps bring back thoughts of waves and sessions gone past. Better yet the sessions and waves to come.
The other day I was walking along a path with some trees and had a quick water view. That coupled with the angle of the sun reminded me of waht it was like to be 12 years old skipping class and getting a ride with Mar to spot X. It was a dangerous thing really, me sitting out by the road waiting for the bus to come take me to school, all the way through Sandlake, then Hemlock and Beaver finally to end up in Cloverdale. Sometimes I would see cars pass by with boards on top and I would just know that they were getting some and I wasnt. So I learned to go wait a little early for the bus. Back then it was safe to have your board stashed in the bushes around the Cape, or when we got brave inside what was called the Patio, now the Pelican Pub. I would convince them to go back to the Cape and get my stuff.
Altough it has been a little over 20 years since those times I can recall as if it was yesterday what it was like to sit on the rocks changing, seeing the rip doing its thing, watching waves peel from past the peanut rock all the way through. Just to temp oneself if boredom on the rights came about was the fast lefts that often break there as well. Considering it was my first time surfing a rock reef kind of set up I was just focused on the task at hand. Being called into a a wave that was head high to me by someone who I looked up to and admired for his stoke was just enough to get me over the fear of it all. Up to that point I had only read about such things, the whole charging bit that the pros and such were doing in the mags. The wipeouts they would take. All of those words that would create these horrible images in my head were holding me back. I didnt want to get hurt. How would I explain it to my parents.
But getting called into that wave....
I certainly didnt rip it up. Not by a long shot. It was one of those days however that the waves maybe broke 100 yeards, all the way through. I mostly went just cruising along the line. My first real wave. Clear water, warm weather (was late Sept), and just the two of us out there. It was magic.
The thought of waves that will be that magical coming again keeps me stoked.
I have had great waves with just handfulls of people out, be it contest surfing for Windansea at San Miquel with just 3 others for hour long heats and 8' swell, or Simmons with only 3 others out there because it was gnarly, and of course those days breaking off the cape with just the few locals around, maybe 3 or 4 guys out. And usually if things go well, there is always something to pick up from it. A little fear, a bit of respect for others, and learning to deal with crowds and trying to become a better person.
All of this, the past, and the unknown about the present keeps me stoked. Sometimes it isnt always about the ride. Sometimes just waxing up the board has just as much to do with surfing than riding the wave.

PostPosted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 12:00 pm
by 47 Degrees
road trips + friendly locals

PostPosted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 4:05 pm
by XBlueSilverX
I started last night with Arrogant Bastard ale and I'm still drinking (the next day). I'm on a 3 day weekend and the wife and I just got done cleaning out the storage. In about an hour I'm bar-b-q'ing some cranberry stuffed chicken breasts and making some salad with tomato and avacodo. It's been a sunny day amoung dreary wet ones.

PostPosted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 4:20 pm
by XBlueSilverX
speaking of- does anyone have any good barbeque ideas or techniques for the chicken breasts? Mind you they are stuffed. I've never done these before and winging it...

PostPosted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 4:37 pm
by The Blonde
Hey man. Ill be on the 520 ferry. Pick me up at Fauntleroy. Im coming for dinner. And beer. And maybe a little preggo action.

PostPosted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 4:51 pm
by XBlueSilverX
The Blonde wrote:Hey man. Ill be on the 520 ferry. Pick me up at Fauntleroy. Im coming for dinner. And beer. And maybe a little preggo action.

Alright! I don't even know where Fauntleroy is though. My wife likes the ladies too.

PostPosted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 7:13 pm
by tail first drop
I know Im stoked....after 40 years of surfing, I will still paddle out in 1' junk and have fun.
My habit dictates what I drive, where I vacation, how little I work, what I buy for my daughter, what I buy for the wife.
I still get little butterflies when I roll up and see waves.

PostPosted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 8:10 pm
by Doc
When I roll up and see waves...I have to take a crap...almost always.

Not that I'm not stoked to be regular...