tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91368762012-02-01T14:24:54.968-08:00Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.comBlogger8461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-29618451424115587142012-02-01T14:24:00.000-08:002012-02-01T14:24:54.975-08:00

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-17314629206459391142012-01-16T16:23:00.000-08:002012-01-16T16:23:05.637-08:00

If I did the math correctly -which, based on how well I'm able to help my 7th grade daughter with her homework, is probably a far fetched notion- I've had 15 sessions the past 21 days. That's a lot of surf for a working man during Winter when pre-work sessions are few and far between due to the lack of light. Only two of them were surfed at locations other than El Porto and, let me tell you, I

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-68916110495817382872012-01-07T17:36:00.001-08:002012-01-07T17:36:39.620-08:00

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-88237391696555120152012-01-04T13:46:00.000-08:002012-01-04T13:46:16.658-08:00

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-47357330812055593272012-01-01T10:42:00.000-08:002012-01-01T10:42:23.568-08:00

Happy New Year everyone. The first day of 2012 for me started off with a surf session. A very short surf session. On the first wave of the first morning of 2012 my board broke. I'm not sure what sort of precedent this sets -if any- but it'll be interesting to see how this year pans out.

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-83901773193777343802011-12-27T19:16:00.000-08:002011-12-27T19:16:28.850-08:00

5 days straight of surf and I'm resting until Thursday. Looks like it'll be five more days [for me] over the long weekend (with a little extra day off thrown in). Gotta love the holiday period. From all reports, looks like Winter might finally kick in to gear.

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-88152353234418216962011-12-22T10:04:00.000-08:002011-12-22T10:04:20.623-08:00

My friend used to always bust my balls about surfing "weird" boards. "Weird" [to him] was defined as anything but a standard thruster. It's true that Venice Pier -which was where we'd surf together- is probably a better fit for a standard thruster, but, Porto can throw you many different looks. I've found that I actually need something  other than a standard shortboard under certain conditions.

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-4189296849064666602011-12-19T18:36:00.000-08:002011-12-20T06:54:12.414-08:00

If not painfully apparent already, you'll notice I've made some aesthetic changes to the blog. I've also sort of alluded to the fact that I can probably shake the "novice" in the CONS title. After 9 years of surfing I think it's OK to accept that I'm not a novice any longer. That doesn't mean I don't suck as a surfer - don't get me wrong. But my knowledge and skills (limited abilities aside) are

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-49869274287950412342011-11-28T09:07:00.001-08:002011-11-28T09:20:52.232-08:00

Man, I hope you L.A. folks spent some time in the water over the long weekend. It was a nice run with Friday being pretty much the best day of surf for me all year. Just an epic day. Yesterday I pulled a double since we spent the day at the  beach and surfed the old Shit Pipe after pulling a morning session at Porto. I think no less than 1/2 a dozen people asked me, "Did you ride your bike here

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-38183790353817282262011-11-22T14:19:00.001-08:002011-11-22T14:39:27.720-08:00

Like most of you, Thursday will have us spending the afternoon at the L.A. Auto Show before coming back home for a sumptuous feast of halibut and zucchini. We're strong on tradition here in my family as you can tell. It's supposed to rain, which is just totally awesome! I'll probably roll the dice on the water quality and surf as much as I can over the long weekend anyway because nothing says

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-53735230202490817972011-11-14T08:24:00.001-08:002011-11-14T08:41:14.512-08:00

I think I put in a total of about 9 hours in the water this past weekend. Seeing as how I've been effectively out of the water for a few weeks (save 3 or 4 crappy sessions) it was nice to get my chops back. And I use the term "chops" very loosely here. I'm usually pretty tentative about surfing after it rains, but, we already had a good flush earlier and accumulated rain totals were barley over a

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-70832122878909369372011-11-12T10:27:00.001-08:002011-11-12T10:34:03.117-08:00

Today's session was a lot better than yesterday [which I didn't bother blogging about]. I chose to bypass El Porto and look for something a little less punishing, so, I snuggled up all by my lonesome at a nondescript peak off the beaten (but well-traveled) path. Just me, 3-4ft waves and probably 1000 or so spectators since air traffic at LAX had all the planes coming in from the West due to the

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-41229340459962353412011-11-07T14:19:00.000-08:002011-11-07T14:19:41.541-08:00

I've only surfed three or four times in the past 3 weeks largely in part due to lack of any decent swell AND the limitations that come with having no friggin' light in the mornings. I was cast aside to Weekend Warrior classification there for a while. Any it was mostly crappy. I flip flopped all weekend trying to decide if it was worth the risk or not to get out will all amoebas and paramecium

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-43099943653320192082011-09-26T10:36:00.000-07:002011-09-26T10:36:37.830-07:00

Today was a classic Fall day. We've had some energy the past couple of days, but, this morning everything came together. Glassy, chest to shoulder high peaks everywhere with a gargantuan pushing tide. I got some nice drops.  I even officially met the legendary "Wagner". Great guy. Great surfer. He's the kind of person you want in the lineup. Positive attitude and full of stoke. I'd like to

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-64161690346620378412011-09-13T14:34:00.000-07:002011-09-13T14:35:22.837-07:00

It's back! If you happened to have surfed El Porto during the last big South swell you are all too familiar with the lovely current that was running to the north. Fast enough to get you from the restrooms to the jetty in under 6 minutes, it was the talk of the lineup the entire swell's run. I've never seen so many people walking down from the jetty and so few people out front like I did then.

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Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-44431381232624409812011-08-29T08:40:00.000-07:002011-08-29T09:59:39.668-07:00

If you were surfing El Porto Saturday morning and left a board in the parking lot, email me. I have the contact info of the guy who's holding it for you provided you can identify the board.

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-30530377345366458652011-08-25T13:00:00.000-07:002011-08-25T15:44:11.819-07:00

Answers to some of the more unique search phrases that have led folks to CONS recently: "tupac west side?" Really? Only a white guy would have to Google that. "aqua velva"  These type of men have nothing about them. Don't believe the hype. "surfer ass" Like surfer's ear, this could be prevented by wearing a plug to keep water from entering. If the condition continues it may require drilling.

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-52499617188632173322011-08-19T10:31:00.000-07:002011-08-19T10:31:01.652-07:00

Dear El Porto, I totally meant to do that. You know...my last wave? Yeah. That was completely premeditated, calculated and intentional. I've been working on that particular move for months in my head and finally executed it with perfection this morning for your viewing pleasure. Sliding down the wave on the drop with one knee still on the board, hands on the rail, sporting a huge oh-face and

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-3681805886508121102011-08-11T15:41:00.000-07:002011-08-11T15:41:18.529-07:00

Just got back in to town from a few nights with the fam in Vegas. My history in Vegas can be summarized in the following title: "Once Were Warriors". I used to hit it hard before getting married with hours upon hours of poker and late night fun. Other than one tumultuous trip a few years back when my daughter was six months old, I pretty much took a hiatus from Sin City. It just didn't seem worth

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-17172549545534864652011-08-03T14:25:00.003-07:002011-08-03T14:25:10.230-07:00

I guess I should dust the cobwebs off this thing and give it some attention (that's what she said). I thought I'd start by writing a note to our new residence. Dear L**a V***a Street, I really like you and I thought I'd share why. You're way less noisy than where I was living the past year. I can honestly say you smell less like shit than the other place too. It's funny. The only

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I was so confident that it would be surfable today I did a no-look change out and walked down to the sand ready to paddle out. 30 seconds later I walked back up and went home to make some coffee. There was nothing out there, plus, it was all textured anyway. Oh well. It was one of those mornings when you are absolutely confident that it was acceptable to NOT paddle out. No feelings of being lazy

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-28435985633276570512011-07-14T10:55:00.000-07:002011-07-14T10:55:20.065-07:00

Last night I was watching a Three's Company spinoff called "Three's A Crowd". A completely formulaic, mid 80s piece of crap. Yet, I sat there the entire half hour. Go figure. What struck me was something I saw in the credits. Apparently there was someone working on the show with the title "Executive Script Consultant". I imagine he was well compensated for his efforts because he got an entire

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-54029301163733808702011-06-01T20:48:00.000-07:002011-06-01T20:48:34.260-07:00

I've been surfing a lot lately and finally got my chops back. I also sort of got my stoke back for the most part. That has been missing as of late due to many things. The primary downer in life right now is that we may have to start looking for a new place to live. This is heartbreaking to all of us as we all love the house we're renting right now. When we were looking to move to El Segundo this

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-87227698555493518792011-05-26T10:23:00.000-07:002011-05-26T10:23:43.296-07:00

I would like to thank the unknown dude I saw walking down 38th street -board in hand- for convincing me to paddle out this morning. I know we did not exchange words or even make eye contact. I'm also pretty sure you had no idea of my existence other than maybe hearing the sound of me starting up my van and quickly turning it off when seeing you make your way to the water after I'd initially

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-63955063510408342972011-05-24T08:29:00.000-07:002011-05-24T08:29:45.792-07:00

Like a cheap Laotian prostitute, this morning sucked but was fun at the same time. The suck started after I duck-dived a wave that happend to have had another wave breaking 2ft behind it. So when I came up and opened my pie hole to take in a big, refreshing breath I took in nothing but white water from the second wave instead. I'm 45 seconds in to the session and I now have a stomach and a set of

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-9735211669720121392011-05-23T09:52:00.001-07:002011-05-23T09:52:41.416-07:00

Yep...I spent three days in this South Swell. However, I stuck with the homebreak the whole time since there was plenty of windswell to break up the lines and make things interesting. Lots of peaks, lots of current, lots of shallow sandbars on the morning low tides and lots of cold water. I'm pretty much over this cold water stuff, btw. Seriously...it's almost June and there's no reason ice cream

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-2276076568990537882011-05-17T22:32:00.000-07:002011-05-17T22:32:15.018-07:00

If you haven't already, please check out Morgan Maassen's photography. Simply stunning.

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-15245606027329566892011-05-17T20:36:00.000-07:002011-05-17T20:36:08.514-07:00

If tonight is any indication, I predict lots of windswell from 1/2 dozen directions, major upwelling, cold air temps and me not in the lineup.

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-45225139122558481122011-05-14T10:31:00.000-07:002011-05-14T10:31:20.516-07:00

Today could've been fun on my old Twin if the waves were about 2ft bigger. Instead, clocking in around chest high on the sets, they weren't big enough to break through the high tide to be worth a damn. The water is warming up though. I broke out my 3/2 and was comfortable. A lot of that has to do with the mild air temperature as much as it does with the water temp. Monday I get the pleasure of

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-54387970942672934582011-05-09T14:33:00.001-07:002011-05-09T14:33:39.449-07:00

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-79858673282448043322011-04-28T16:18:00.000-07:002011-04-28T16:18:48.346-07:00

I hope the residents of Manhattan Beach enjoyed the epic show I put on for them this morning. Being the only guy out (other than a SUP) for the first 1/2 hour, I had the stage to myself. Conditions were beyond freakish. Waist+ peaks on a high tide that rendered most waves -if you could line up properly to attempt to catch them- practically non-surfable. They'd appear to break but the warbling,

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-61873812983862753102011-04-25T08:30:00.000-07:002011-04-25T08:32:08.504-07:00

"It'll pass. It'll pass." That was the mantra this morning as I stared at the locked gate on the bathrooms at the bottom of Rosecrans. Like some sort of twisted precursor to things that will come, my previous post on the upcoming schedule change for the cleaning/opening of the area beach restrooms was now toying with me. I had to go. But there was nowhere to go. I started off the morning with

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-27648823554029410452011-04-20T12:48:00.000-07:002011-04-21T09:53:45.101-07:00

Dawn patrol is about to get a lot more interesting at El Porto beginning May 1st. It looks like County Beaches and Harbors will not begin restroom cleaning (read as "unlocking") until 7:00am at the earliest. This may have some restrooms opening as late as 11:00am, depending on where they sit in the rotation. The change is being blamed on budget cuts. Regardless of what time the Porto Potties are

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Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-4702238854154615522011-04-15T14:14:00.000-07:002011-04-15T14:15:36.101-07:00

And to think I've been wasting precious energy paddling around and pumping for speed this whole time when all I had to do was...well...nothing.

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-24162938471399153252011-04-14T15:49:00.000-07:002011-04-14T15:49:53.107-07:00

Offshore and waist to chest high peaks all over the place. Sounds like fun, doesn't it? I guess it would be fun if you could get in to the damn things!!! What the hell? I spent over an hour this morning in what appeared to be some real good conditions. However, it looked a lot better than it actually was. If you could get in to a wave -and that's a big IF- it would peter out after about a second

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-65398046655067322232011-04-13T09:35:00.000-07:002011-04-13T10:32:06.435-07:00

I'm not proud of this, yet, strangely, I'm also not embarrassed about it either. It comes with age, I guess. Anyway...if it's over chest high, you can pretty much take a huge sign that says "Tube Dodger", stick it on my back and I wouldn't sue you for defamation. I prefer shoulders to poundings in most situations. I'm old, I have a family, I'm not very good and a hundred other excuses are at my

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-67353750353399397022011-04-04T11:12:00.001-07:002011-04-04T11:12:53.962-07:00

As much as I talk about it -going off the beaten path and hitting places in the area other than El Porto- I always end up doing just that...surfing El Porto. I go through the motions of checking the lonely stretch of beach along Vista Del Mar all under the false pretence of "familiarizing myself with how and when things break". However, I never pull the trigger. That changed yesterday when I

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-6130105422188321592011-03-30T13:02:00.000-07:002011-03-30T13:02:25.178-07:00

I've been toying around with the idea of getting a GoPro video cam to document my extreme awesomeness. Yeah, I know...all the kooks are doing it these days. But I would have different rules of engagement than your average CamKook. I wouldn't use it at any of the main peaks and would do my best to isolate myself from everyone else. I'm not interested in capturing friends surfing or any other of

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-9072163328678692192011-03-28T15:56:00.000-07:002011-03-28T15:56:15.497-07:00

After X amount of days straight of not surfing, I finally got my ass back in to the water. Who am I? I've never gone this long. Anyhoo... Apparently the homebreak was all-time last Thursday and, as is the norm for those kinds of situations, I completely missed it. Jobs/urban runoff/responsibilities tend to do that to you. But that's OK. It's not like I function well in "all-time" surfing

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-85726577638076577402011-03-18T20:01:00.000-07:002011-03-18T20:01:00.426-07:00

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-90852813138716158342011-03-18T13:42:00.000-07:002011-03-18T13:42:36.867-07:00

 The following is what happens when one doesn't surf enough: On American Idol Contestants and why I hate some of them... The homeless-looking guy with the fuzzy hair and full beard is beginning to get on my nerves. He's been slithering his way though this entire time by being nothing more than a shock value peddler. The pinnacle was this week's performance. About the only thing worse than his

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-45820787264939277242011-03-16T13:55:00.000-07:002011-03-16T13:59:10.684-07:00

I'm not sure if it's pathetic or really cool that my 7 year old constantly pleads to go to Harry O's now after recently discovering that they allowed kids. Same with The Tavern too. These were my local go-to places whenever I wanted to slip out and knock back a few co-colas. Now they're both at the top of the "Where do you want to eat, kiddo?" list. Life is grand. I still sort of feel weird about

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-32127991378646133602011-03-07T13:02:00.000-08:002011-03-07T13:02:14.177-08:00

Saturday seemed like a bust on the surf front. At least from what my iPhone was telling me. I decided to pass. I think that was probably a mistake since I rode the bike to Porto on Sunday and scored a couple of good ones - ones that were supposedly leftovers from the day before. My bad! Regardless, I'm digging the thruster set on Mortie as it's cured me of about 50% of my recent kookiness. In

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-88482822943372415302011-03-04T11:13:00.000-08:002011-03-04T11:13:48.174-08:00

I finally pretended to be a surfer this morning after staying dry for various reasons - some valid, some downright pussified - and I'm happy I did. Not that it was good or anything, but, it felt good to be back in the routine if only for this brief period of pre-work light. For the past 8 months or so I've been habitually using those silicon ear plugs since one of my ears has a tendency to

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-81485194817011460402011-03-02T11:01:00.000-08:002011-03-02T11:01:22.438-08:00

Dang. I thought for sure it would be respectably surfable this morning when I got up at 5:15 and loaded the van. I was all amped up too since I haven't been in the water in over a week. So when I got to the end of Rosecrans and saw there was nothing on the table, I shed a tear and made up some new cuss words to thrust upon the ocean. There I stood, coffeeless. Surfless. BTW, I sold my Zippi

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-91816948873302267242011-02-28T15:04:00.000-08:002011-02-28T15:04:55.530-08:00

If the morning temperatures would breach the 40s I might give a pre-work session the old college try before DST kicks in. WTF is that anyway? Not DST, but, "the old college try"? I don't even know what it means yet I'm willing to sound like my grandfather by trying to use it. Next thing you know I'll be referring to my wife as the Cat's Pajamas. Or maybe giving some palooka an earful and punching

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-52680281349766907732011-02-22T13:22:00.000-08:002011-02-22T13:22:52.078-08:00

You young studs need to realize that eventually your body is going to deteriorate faster than a Middle Eastern dictatorship. It will take constant maintenance to keep yourself in any type of recognizable shape. And with a deterioration of shape comes aches and pains in places and situations that seem absurd. Ever pull a muscle wiping your ass? Didn't think so. But plan on it, son. I think you

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Here's to hoping these upcoming storms will move some sand around these parts because it's pretty bleak on the quality front right now. We're in dire need of some sandbar grooming. That said, I hit it a couple of times over the weekend with not a lot to walk away with other than a tweaked knee. I know you're probably thinking I tweaked it while busting another one of my patented Rodeo Airs™ but

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If it isn't all too apparent, I'm not in a blogging mode as of late partly because I've only been surfing on the weekends, there have been no stellar waves to speak of and quite frankly, I just haven't been feeling like forcing a blog entry...which is exactly the method of operation I used to spew out this particular piece of drivel. What? You don't think this is drivel? That's because I haven't

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-25519688617675495892011-02-01T08:38:00.001-08:002011-02-01T08:38:58.859-08:00

OK any of you El Segundo readers (if there are any): Harry-Os, The Tavern or Rock n Brews for the game Sunday?

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I got my three sessions in this past weekend, all of them at Porto or Porto-adjacent. Can't say there were any spectacular rides at all since I think that sort of requires some spectacular surfing on my part. That's non-existent, of course. There were a few memorable moments though. The first was checking Porto, contemplating, leaving, checking adjacent breaks, contemplating, leaving, driving to

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If there was something to blog about, I'd be doing it. This implies I haven't surfed much - which is absolutely accurate. I seem to be going through a temporary lull in my surfing activities. Basically, I'm still trying to sort out the new morning routine since moving and I'm having a difficult time. I've said this a million times already, but, Porto is just different. And I'm not just talking

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This thug life is for the birds. I'm gonna retire from the WHC. All the ass kickings I've dealt out over the past week have irritated my rotator cuff and, quite frankly, AAA and cell phones have ruined the effects of a good old-fashioned tire slashing. It's just not that fun any more. I'm leaping back in to obscurity. So I surfed three out of the last four days in some unbelievable weather mixed

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It was inevitable. When you cut your teeth in the gritty, rough-and-tumble subculture that is Dogtown - a place where the weak are eliminated and only the strong survive to surf another day - you'll take that mentality with you, even if you're lucky enough to get out in the first place. Such is my story. My move from a Venice-adjacent burrough rife with squarely middle-class families and

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Man...I should kook up a place for 5 years, move away and return for occasional visits more often. I decided to make everybody's day and surf the Pier this morning since it was about the only way for me to get in a session and still have enough time to get to work an hour late (does that make sense?). I was greeted with warm hospitality - no lie. I mean, it wasn't like visiting The Waltons or

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I have spent a pretty penny on some nice booties. There's not much of a story there...I just like typing that. I don't have a lot to talk about. The end of the year really sucked with the death of my Mother and the trudging through of what was salvagable from this holiday nonsense we're forced to endure year after year. I haven't surfed much due to the above circumstances and of course the

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A couple of years back I took some photos of Jesse Martinez while at the Culver City Skatepark. A Venice local, he was very involved in the community - especially Venice's new skatepark. And for his commitment, he gets beaten. Pulled from Ridershack: Benefit for Jesse Martinez GOOD HURT  12.17.2010 Friday : doors open 8pm Jesse Martinez has dedicated his life this past year to the

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When I rode up to Porto along the bike path I was thinking to myself, "I'm totally screwed." It was tiny and gutless. And there I was pulling up with a little 5'9 that was sporting less than 2.5 inches of thickness. No way I was gonna catch anything. I was meeting up with Surfsister who was walking down to the water with her surfmat in hand. First thing I said to her was, "You made the right

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-46864315057829765982010-11-27T14:32:00.000-08:002010-11-27T20:51:10.376-08:00

I picked up my new Salted Morton today and thought I'd revamp my quiver picture to make it accurate. From left to right: 6'4 Homemade Single, 6'4 JP Performance, 6'1 JP Standard Short (the Godster), 6'1 Salted Twin, 5'11 Salted ButterBonzer, 5'9 Zippi Fish, 5'9 Salted Morton (Twin/trailer) As soon as I can get a sesh in on the Mortie, I'll blog up some feedback. BTW, the Zippi is up for grabs

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Best narrator ever...

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I've surfed 3 different boards in three different sessions...just mixing it up a bit. One of note was a little 5'9 Mini Sims type thing that my old neighbor shaped from a blank I gave him before I moved. He's been passing it around the local surf community and dropped it off a week or two ago. I finally got around to giving it a shot or two. That was interesting. I can't say I surfed it very well

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Have you ever seen those potato bugs? I don't really freak out much, but, those big-ass critters give me the heebie-jeebies. I found one the other day dead in a mixture of acetone and water that I'd left on the driveway wall to soak a paint brush in. I don't know how he got in there, but, I'm sure his last few minutes of life were not very pleasant. I got some pliers, picked him out, showed the

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I pulled a couple of sessions since my last post but they were nothing to really talk about. The only thing of note was that I brought my old Twin out for a spin. You can click here for the back story on that particular board. The pictures will be misleading because, quite frankly, the board has been through a lot since then and now more resembles a cheap, Haitian prostitute with bad acne than

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The other day in the lineup there was a dude boogie boarding who I thought looked a lot like Owen Wilson - at least from what I could see under the helmet he was wearing. Anyway, I surmised that is wasn't him. The accent just didn't seem like Mr. Wilson's and this boogie boarder seemed a bit older than Wilson as well, so, I wrote the whole thing off. He was a pleasant enough guy and we even

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Word must've gotten out that I was headed to the Pier this morning because -and I'm a little emotional talking about this- it was a glorious homecoming put together by all the locals on my behalf. I was a little suspicious when I pulled up because there seemed to be a lot of familiar vehicles in the lot for such an early arrival. Then, the parking lot lady just waived me in and said, "Oh mijo,

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Someone needs to confiscate my Surfer's Card after this morning's debacle. Conditions couldn't have been better with clean, peaky, chest-shoulder+ windswell lighting it up as far as the eye could see, yet, I completely and utterly blew it. I guess it was a mix of things: 1) it was fucking cold; 2) I was feeling sufficated in my 4/3; 3) the short period consistency made for a pesky and

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-82926386421312861082010-11-08T10:01:00.000-08:002010-11-08T10:01:39.251-08:00

The homebreak has been rockin' and rollin' the past week and has been a real blast. I've been surfing the Octafish [copy] but it's not quite filling the hole I have. That said...something's in the works. ;-) Anyway, last Thursday I managed to snag one of those very rare [for me at least] evening sessions and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't one of the most memorable sessions I've ever had. It

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I've been waiting for the registration sticker for my Harley all month. We had to send the registration renewal in by mail since the instructions on the form say, if you have a change of address, you have to fill out the change-of-address form on the back of the renewal notice and send that in. This cannot be accomplished online. So early this month we did just that. We filled it out and sent it

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I went out Friday looking for a board. I was intent on buying one if I found one that 'hit" me across the face. I checked out the ...Lost line, CI's, Roberts, etc. Temptation ensued. But something in the back of my mind kept telling me to give my Octafish copy another fighting chance. It's been on the sideline for a couple of months due to a crappy delam repair I did on it, yet, was too lazy to

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I've been actively looking at adding a board to the quiver lately since I've concluded there's a hole that needs to be filled. The slopey/rolling waves I've seen at around the shoulder+ range at the homebreak are leaving me behind a lot of the times. It's the guys on longboards and fishier type boards that are getting those early, sloped drops before the wave gets more critical. I could use my

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As I lay on my back pressed to the seabed with my board still firmly in my grip after my first -and mistimed- duckdive, patiently waiting for the anvil of water to release me so I could roll back over from whence I came, backtracking through the turbulent path the rinse cycle had graciously thrust upon me, aiming to shoot my way back up to the surface to continue my trek to the outside, I thought

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I know I was busy with the move and everything this Summer, but, how did I miss the news that Horizons West Surf Shop closed its doors? That's a real bummer. I saw Randy Wright a couple of weeks ago on the ride home from work. I pulled up next to his truck window at a stop light and we [very briefly] spoke with me trying to yell over the sound of my bike. Wish I would've known about the shop

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What caught my attention was the abnormal movement I detected out the corner of my right eye. I'd previously watched a dozen surfers make their way to the water and they weren't moving like this. I was silently laughing at each of them, btw. After all, it sucked and I knew they weren't going to catch anything. And that's exactly why, from my pontificating pointing of view, paddling out was not

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What better place to give the little 5'5 Softop a run for its money than at Venice Pier. Our plans after my initial DP run at Porto was to get the family to the beach as early as possible for the impending onslaught of inlanders escaping the triple digit broiler that was this past weekend. "Early as possible", of course, meant we were out of the house at 10:30am. I pulled the van down to the El

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Surf was meh. Not much to talk about, sorry. I will give today a 10 on the conditions scale though. It was a perfect Autumn morning with clear skies, cool temps, mild offshores and peaks all over the place. They just weren't breaking very well. It's coming though...the NorPac just needs to put its makeup on and hit the town. Speaking of desperately needing makeup... Equivalent to Paris Hilton

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I just realized, through the miracle of blog archives, that this time last year I was wearing trunks. Holy Mother of Fazul! And here I am actually pondering calling up my 4/3 and putting it in to active duty.I'm a little out of sorts with surfing right now. I don't feel like driving anywhere to catch the southies, I'm not making my habitual surf check every morning, and, honestly, I'm finding

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-11391850601254644792010-09-17T12:36:00.000-07:002010-09-18T14:27:06.344-07:00

Um...yeah...these guys are killing it:

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You know you've been out of the water a long time when your wife and kids wonder why you weren't there when they were getting dressed for school or why the smell of coffee wasn't meandering down the hallway, gracefully waking them from slumber with the rising Sun basking them in peaceful, orange light like a 70s Folgers commercial. It's been a while, but, I finally made a DP run again.I had the

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Geez...I might as well be living in Victorville instead of on the coast. Not that there's anything wrong with Victorville, of course. I mean, it IS on the way to Vegas, used to have a nifty Roy Rogers Museum and is slightly better than Barstow, so, one must give credit where credit it due. But the fact that it has no "surf" to speak of (although there is that abandoned water park somewhere out

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I've put in enough sessions now at the homebreak to learn a few things. Mostly bad. And here are a few of them:Loud, Bald, Fat Guys on Longboards SuckYeah, you appear to be friendly because you loudly engage anyone in the lineup within earshot. But that friendliness is completely offset by the fact that you also engage every wave that happens to pass through the lineup as well. STFU, take your

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Probably based on my epic journey from kook to Venice Local®, but, more likely solely based on the fact that I'm good friends with one of the main guys at Volcom Entertainment, I recently received a stash of Volcom schwag in which to pimp myself both in and out of the lineup.I'm super stoked not only because I can now dress like I'm 30 years younger, but, I get to rub it in my pre-teen daughter's

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I spocked from Porto to the Manhattan Beach Pier and decided it wasn't worth fighting the Sunday morning crowd for whatever little waist high waves would come through with enough open shoulder to do anything on.However, passing 26th Street I saw the Sanitation guys emptying the trashcans and saw something stashed in the pile of trash being held in the back of their pickup. I walked down and, sure

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I've had bowel movements better than today's session. I probably should've just stayed in bed which is exactly what I was contemplating when the alarm went off. However, I shook the cobwebs out of my head and mustered the gumption to paddle out sight-unseen. I want that 45 minutes of my life back, please.When the sets would roll in, they would be long ass walls with sections scattered about just

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I made a quick jaunt for a couple of waist+ waves this morning. I thought it was supposed to be bigger today - at least the last time I checked the forecast it was - but it was pretty minuscule. I guess there were some south lines here and there, but, the lack of current was a good indicator that we're pretty much between swells right now and whatever was coming through was leftovers.I'm telling

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I thought we were over the hump yesterday after my daughters finished processing the loss of my dog of 14 years. I put him down Saturday after a long list of medical problems was trumped by an onslaught of a brutal swarm of stable flies. They were eating him alive and I couldn't control them. He was in misery and I couldn't let him suffer any longer. So after the girls dealt with the loss the

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Not much of a surf blog, huh? That would take some sort of measurable amount of surfing - which is pretty non-existent at this point. I suppose this weekend will bring something in to the mix, but, it's the weekend. And that's just a recipe for frustration as most of you know. If it isn't the crowds in the water that irk me, it's the proliferation of the Costco "WaveStorm" foamies scattered

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I spent a lot of time in the water over vacation. Hardly any of it in the Pacific.I hit Trestles on the way down and got about 45 minutes of uncontested waves at Cotton's before the tide shut it down. I moved down beach to Barbed Wires but the swell was dwindling quickly. I gave up, got some breakfast and drove to Grandview for session #2. I caught a handful in the crowd (which seemed to be

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It wouldn't be Summer without a bonafide vacation, would it? Of course not. After reading up on how to secure a beach-side campsite during the Summer months (there's an art to it, ya'll), I was able to snag a good one in South Carlsbad for next week.It's been a loopy Summer so far. The weather resembles that of Central California and the surf resembles that of Central Texas. On top of all that,

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Guess I'll start making some enemies with this one...I've mentioned before that the new homebreak isn't really localized. Generally, I'm in favor of that. However, I'm beginning to think there is a huge, gaping hole there where a modest amount of localization should exist - even if I'm on the receiving end of it. Man...the place is simply out of control. A complete clusterfuck with no order and

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A week has passed and I really have nothing much to blog about. I've surfed about 3 or 4 times and it was poor at best. One would hope that shitty waves would at least be accompanied by some Summer weather, but, it's been late November here for about 10 days now with only a brief, sunny gap separating this round of shitty weather from the last round. Something needs to give.One thing I've noticed

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-12060395721347294392010-07-20T13:12:00.000-07:002010-07-20T13:17:46.693-07:00

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First one out this morning (of course). Very inconsistent sets rolled through every 10 minutes or so with absolutely NOTHING in between. The sets were in the shoulder high range with an easy entry and pudgy shoulder to play on. They were mostly long, sectiony lines. Oddly enough, I didn't see any of the other guys sitting in the area catching anything.I rode the bonzer -which will most likely be

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I'm starting to get the lay of the land at the the new homebreak. The first thing to tackle was finding parking before the gate opens. During the week, I don't have time to wait till 6:15am to park in the beach-front lot. And riding the bike is a bit much for a session within a compressed time limit. But it didn't take more than a couple of surf checks to figure out two options to get around

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More boards in my quiver are going to be seeing some action it appears. Venice and the new homebreak don't have a lot in common with regard to how they break. The Godster is definitely NOT cutting it across the board in all conditions like it did at Venice. In four sessions I've surfed 3 different boards. I'm kind of looking forward to getting reaquainted with my boards.What I'm really looking

Whiffleboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03268804139008461642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136876.post-88527312247524678432010-07-06T14:11:00.000-07:002010-07-06T14:20:02.363-07:00

Helloooooooooooo, South Bay!

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The air was thick, the winds were calm and the surface was sheet glass. There wasn't much in the way of size - maybe waist+ on some of the sets - but there were some well shaped waves occasionally scattered throughout the collection of otherwise walled up frequents. This was my last regularly scheduled pre-work session at the homebreak. Tomorrow we move. We're not moving far. Maybe 4 miles

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I'm not dead yet. I've just been too busy to put in any time to the blog. We've been gearing up for the big move to the South Bay and that's really all I'm focused on. We've been packing, tossing, repairing, switching over and everything else you have to do when you relocate a family. Friday will be the official day, but, I spent the weekend moving lots of smaller things, figuring out what's

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