Irene - be careful what you wish for.

Surfing aside for a minute here, this could actually be bad.

what is it about the light around here?

Cape Ann's light continues to dazzle us beyond all imagination. And if you don't get it you're beyond hope. I'm stil buzzed after tonight's surf.


And as you all know, what's better than wave after wave with a small crew of friendly cats and kittens, glassy water, and the prospect of a hurricane swell?

Yours truly buzzin'. Photo: Betty Nakamura

Musclecar Monday - 1970 Dodge Challenger

The Challenger was Dodge's answer to the Mustang and Camaro. It was one of two Chrysler E-body cars, the other being the slightly smaller Plymouth Barracuda. Both the Challenger and Barracuda were available in a staggering number of trim and option levels and were intended to compete against cars like the Chevrolet Camaro and Ford Mustang, and to do it while offering virtually every engine in Chrysler's inventory. However, they were a late response to the ponycar wave the Ford Mustang had started. Chrysler intended the new Dodge as the most potent ponycar ever, and positioned it to compete against the Mercury Cougar and Pontiac Firebird.

Exterior design was done by Carl Cameron, who also did the exterior for the 1966 Dodge Charger. Cameron based the 1970 Challenger grille off an older sketch of his 1966 Charger prototype that was to have a turbine engine. The Charger never got the turbine, but the Challenger got that car's grille. The Challenger was well-received by the public with 76,935 produced for the 1970 model year.

Race career - a short stint in the Trans Am series:
Dodge contracted Ray Caldwell's Autodynamics firm in Marblehead, Massachusetts to run the factory Trans-Am team. Sam Posey drove the No.77 "sub-lime" painted car that Caldwell's team built from a car taken off a local dealer's showroom floor. When the No.76 was completed mid-seasons, Posey alternated between the two. Both cars ran the final two races, with Posey in the #77. Ronnie Bucknum drove the No.76 at Seattle Washington, and Tony Adamowicz drove it at Riverside, California. No victories but a bunch of strong finishes. Chrysler pulled the plug on the entire program after one season.

Lastly, the Dodge Challenger was immoralized in the 1971 cult classic film "Vanishing Point":

I don't need a roomate but...

This kid's brilliant and is probably going places: -

Gleeped form Craigslist/Good Morning Gloucester:

$1000 Best. Roomate. Ever.

Date: 2011-08-18, 10:01AM EDT
Reply to: hous-brpq3-2553079532@craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]

Konichiwa bitches. Are you looking for the most kick-ass fucking roommate that ever lived? If so, look no further. You fucking found him. I'm a 25-year-old professional marketing agent with experience at bad-ass companies like AOL and FORBES FUCKING MAGAZINE. That's right! What you know about experience? I graduated from Auburn University in Alabama, and moved to NYC at the ripe, tender age of 22. After deciding that New York was a stinky shit-hole, I moved back to Alabama to cultivate more professional experience. Why? So I can make millions of dollars and not have to post shit like this on Craigslist.

Anyway, so I landed this job with a marketing firm in Boston, and I have no fucking clue where to live. My new office is located in Cambridge, so I guess I want something in that area. Honestly, I'm moving there in 3 weeks, so I don't give a shit if I have to sleep in your bathtub.

A bit about me: I'm respectful, quiet, clean and I won't bother any of your shit. If you leave shit out, I'm just like, "Oh fuck I better not mess with this shit, because it's not mine." I turn off lights. I clean toilets. Fuck it. I'll even cook for you. That's right! My dad is a chef and taught me everything there is to know about cooking southern cajun cuisine. I'll fry green tomatoes, cover them with marinated crab meat and smother that shit in bearnaise. EVERY. GODDAMN. NIGHT. Don't eat meat? That's fucking FANTASTIC! I'll make a zucchini and yellow squash carpaccio that will knock your fucking socks off.

I also read a lot. I fucking LOVE books. Vonnegut, Palahniuk, Hawthorne. All that shit. I read Tuesday's with Morrie the other day. It's a sad story, but I learned something about life, love, knowledge and the pursuit of something greater than myself. Fucking smart. Do you like movies? I fucking love them. We can watch the shit out of some movies together if you like, or go get drinks, or work out, hike, play video games or play a game of one-on-one basketball, or I don't have to talk to you at all. It's completely UP TO YOU!

Sometimes I play guitar. Are you going to love getting baked and listening to Bob Dylan and Pink Floyd? LIVE? WHENEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT? Of course you are! I'll take requests and learn any song you like, because I have the voice of an angel and the acoustical stylings of James Fucking Taylor. AWWWWWW SHIT YEA!

A lot of people ask me, "Hey, you're from Alabama. Are you racist?" And, the answer to that question is, no. I'm not racist or judgmental at all. I love everyone. I'm a secular humanist. I FUCKING LOVE PEOPLE. That's the only requirement to being a secular humanist actually. You have to like other human beings and want to help them for no other reason than they are human regardless of race, religion or sexual preference. WTF?!!!? Pretty fucking cool right?

I own almost nothing! I'm driving my car from Alabama to Boston in which I'll be transporting two duffelbags of clothes, one laptop computer, one guitar, one cell-phone with charger, 8 pairs of shoes, one picture frame, probably some condoms and a shitload of beef jerky and Pringles for the trip. Though, you can expect the jerky to be gone upon my arrival. Unless you'd like me to pick up some on my way into the city. See?! I'm the most considerate person you've ever met. I'm offering to buy you shit already!

Am I interested in your pad? You can bet my nomadic ass I am! I only require 4 walls, a ceiling and a floor to shelter me from the elements. Other than that, anything else will be considered a convenient plus. I'm taking being a roommate to the next level. Email me! I'll hook yo ass up with Facebook links, background checks, credit reports, phone numbers, resumes, references, awards, sexual history, pictures of karate trophies and a list of the top 10 women I'd like to bang before I die. If you want a next-generation roommate who consistently blows your fucking mind with awesomeness, then hit me up. I'm ready to give you money.


cats are OK - purrr
dogs are OK - wooof
it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests

Narrower logs work! and Larry Bertleman surfs better than you (and me but that goes w/o saying)

But don't take my word for it - damn I want one of these:

Devon Howard-X-Tyler Hatzikian from The Wave Journal on Vimeo.

Larry Bertlemann - style to burn:

Larry Bertlemann 16mm Shredding - Sea Movies from www.KORDUROY.tv on Vimeo.

small & crispy waves enhanced by psychedelic sunset sky

And we all know that psychedelics make everything better

moonlight session caps off 4 days of fun, small waves

On the Mini Zeke no less.

But riding a 9'0" has its drawbacks whith greedy wave grabbers. You know the type, little guy - big board little guy - big board little guy - big board. Yes, you catch waves, bravo. 2 words, just 2 words people, ten oh -- soon.

Rosie and Roxie

My sister adopted some happy dogs

victory at sea yields no morning dividend

Oh well - at least some folks had fun. These brave kids were in the water for hours having a blast.

The chop cleaned up overnight

Allwing for a surprise rollercoaster practice session in what feels like bathwater these days.

A most welcome break in the flatness, even knee high but who cares on an 85° day with water this nice.

This healed my twisted head.  Heart Hansen - first time out this year, as splendid as ever,

I can't say enough how nice the water was.

08-02-11 Amazing Eastern Point Sunset

Motorbike Envy

Images gleeped from the web, other blogs, I could put up 100's of them.

I just was't born for these times

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Originally uploaded by Nick DeWolf Photo Archive

The Nick DeWolfe photo archive never ceases to inspire. All film, all over the world, and all over the 2nd half of the 20th century.

I was alive then, but just 7 years old & half a world away. I just was't born for these times, - sigh.

More amazing video

Come Shot from Rhythm Livin on Vimeo.