What's on your mind?

"LET ALL THE CHILDREN BOOGIE."

sup? i have pictures to post. a lot of them. depending on how you look at it, maybe too many. the next few posts will be a bit of a spring travelogue, because we tried to head somewhere each weekend. a short while back, some of us went to oceanside, where the nielson family has a beautiful home right near the ocean. i hadn't seen the ocean for some time, so upon arrival it was good to sit outside and hear the waves again. to fall asleep and wake up to that sound is something i could get used to. i sleep with a fan on, even in the winter, just to get some of that white noise, but it was good to hear something natural. sounds so nice.

jumping around in the ocean brought me back to the atlantic days on the coast of virginia, maryland, the carolinas, and a bit of florida with family and friends. focusing mostly on a trip to virginia beach when the waves had no trouble rolling me and hundreds of dead crabs ripped apart my less than calloused feet. the days of aqua socks. the same days when swimming trunks contained at least some hot pink and a little bit of the neon green within chaotic designs were worn without a hint of irony.

the pacific's water is cold, but nothing wetsuits can't handle. the ocean is funny, because inside the water is this childlike fun where it is near impossible to hold back any laughter. and you're shouting something to someone and you're trying to be funny, but you're laughing too much and you're feeling kind of dumb, but it really doesn't matter, because mikey just got knocked down by a wave and preston's wearing a see-through-when-wet rash guard.

i'm no surfer. i'm no brian boyer, where all i'm thinking about is having my toes on the nose of a board. but i'm also no stranger to the gnar. i just get my fix in a different way. where brian needs his toes on the nose, i need my belly on a boogie [board]. nothing more gnarly than riding a wave until my dome hits that seafoam. i'm going to say the highlight of the trip for me was catching a wave and looking to my right to see duke of hazard (preston) next to me, and to his right, dr. wave (mikey). it was a moment unthought-of previously to. duke of hazard put out his hand which i promptly slapped followed by healthy laughter. for your information, in the world of boogie you do not come up with your own name. it must be earned. it must be given to you by your fellow brothers and/or sisters of the boogie.

i don't know what else to say, folks. i will say that i thought san diego was a cool city. beautiful temple. special thanks to the nielson family for being generous with their property, especially that wetsuit. here are some pictures. majority are of boys. on second look, they are completely and entirely of boys. majority are posed.




above: mikey listening to one republic - apologize.
below: mikey participating in everything is everything - witchi tai to.









poor, but fun, attempt at wu-tang's symbol.

it means "e.r.c."




the guy with the guitar thought we were doing a photo shoot for his album cover. the album will consist of only 90s covers, and if you want the specifics: hootie and the blowfish, seal, fuel, eagle eye cherry, gin blossoms, and oasis. mikey couldn't believe some of the stuff that makes it in that book, but continues to believe in himself.
mikey was giving preston some voice lessons. it went something like this: "SO QUIET, ANOTHER WASTED NIGHT, THE TELEVISION..."


here are some film photographs. these images were scanned directly from negatives.




don't be fooled by this tough guy. dig deep enough and you'll find a gentle heart.

"wish that i was cool
i wish i was surfin'
wish that i was cool
i wish that i was surfin'
every single day
cool buds and tasty waves
wish that i was cool
i wish that i was surfin'"

-fenix tx

stay cool.