12.20.2011

My So-called Jesus

Got a couple minutes? How about a good ole Christmas story? This American Life's Christmas Spectacular never disappoints. My So-called Jesus, from lullabies for little criminals, by Heather O'neill.


12.19.2011

supper time.

You've heard of tuna melts, why not squirrel melts?

water-fixies

Like a hipster in a confused state of defiant self expression, they seemed pretty cool until 7 of your friends got 'em. Not sure...but spending $100.00 on an exotic hardwood, triple channel, asymmetric, swallow-tailed hand plane (with mini board bag), might not automatically make you Cunningham/that cool, minimalist, against the grain, underground wave artist you were striving for.


As Captain Birdwell put it...
"Kids, Remember when bodysurfing was chill and on the DL? Cherish those memories."

C'était un Rendez-vous


12.18.2011

supper time

uni

uni-verse

a deuce

greenough cioppino

arts of the sailor.

pretty cool stuff from bowsprite+scuttlefish


A Nautical Star or Compass Rose was given so that a sailor could always find her way home.


A Sparrow or a Swallow tattoo would go to a sailor for every 5,000 nautical miles they traveled–a swallow because it can always find its way home.

During WWII, a tattoo of a Pig and a Rooster was worn to prevent a sailor from drowning. When pigs and roosters were boarded on boats they were put in crates that floated and subsequently, often ended up the only survivors of wrecks. Crosses on the Soles of one’s feet warded off hungry sharks.

strangers in the night...

a melange of nocturnal fruits plucked from the tar black waters of Mother Pacific on this cold and moonless night