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Clark paddled out alone to face Maverick’s

Posted in music, neat-O gang, tagged , , , on October 14, 2010| 8 Comments »


Last week I posted a story about the new USS song, “Mavericks.” I talked about how I was confused by the lyrical content.  What was the Human Kabab spewing about during the breakdown in the track?

Turns out… sometimes people actually do read my blog and Jordan sent in this great email.

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Hey man, saw on your blog you were confused about what Human’s going on about in the middle of the new USS song “Mavericks”. So I’m going to drop some surfer knowledge on you….as it is my theory behind that part of the song. You might want to double check my facts on the net, this is just what I know being an avid surfer.

First, Mavericks is a crazy surf spot in California. Look up some pictures, it’s amazing (picture at top is a shot of a surf competition stolen from the internet). It’s typically a winter spot, with huge waves. Second, Jeff Clark is a surfer that was born down in Cali. I think he was around the Half Moon Bay area where Mavericks is located. He’s retired from competitions now, but he was one of the first (some people say he was the first) to ride Mavericks back before people used it as a hot spot. I figure humans doing the breakdown in the sports broadcasting style. When he’s yelling “Mavericks loses” he probably means Jeff Clark beat waves that people were too afraid to even look at for his time. That’s what I figure anyways. The surf picture of them made me put the pieces together. Hope that helps! 

Cheers

Jordan

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Bad ass investigative journalism Jordan.

Go with yourself.

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the end of the road: Tofino

Posted in life or something like it, tagged , , on September 29, 2010| 11 Comments »

Its criminal.  I haven’t taken the Highway #4 to its terminus since the summer of 2003.

I first moved to Victoria that summer and like any recent immigrant I was a combination of excited for my new community and broke.

My brother CJ and sister Andrea borrowed Mom and Dad’s mini-van.  Loaded it up with my girlfriend and Andrea’s friend Candice and off to Tofino we went.

We didn’t have much of a plan.  A van full of kids and camping gear.  Beer.

When we arrived in Tofino, the first camp ground took a look us and just said, “no.”

wow, friendly folks.

We drove around for awhile and it was getting dark.  We found a camp ground that would have us and quickly fired up our tents and tarps.  I mean it was July, the rains was about to come.  My brother CJ got a fire going and we put on some over priced steaks and veggie kabobs from the Tofino Co-Op.

Beers.

Rain.

So.much.rain.

My brother and I stayed up till late.  I was sitting in a puddle.  Probably not piss. I hope. No it was cold. It was rain water.

The next day, all bleary eyed, I awoke to plane engine noise.  Our campground was beside the airport.  And by airport I mean strip of grass carved out of the rain forest.

We decided we wanted to surf, so into town we went to rent all the gear.

Like I said, it was July so obviously it was gray and misty and fucking cold.

Surfing was hard and brutal and I am not sure,  but someone likely drowned.

It wasn’t beach time like you might expect at Willows.  The beach was gorgeous and wild… and cold.

We went in to town for food, but everything was really expensive so we ate diner grub and headed back to camp.

The next day, we took that scary, twisting #4 back to the city.  And that was Tofino for me.

I did enjoy it… but I’ve never had an excuse to go back till now.

Coral has never been.

Now I gotta go back!

But this time, hotel and maybe I’ll leave the surfing off the itinerary.  Maybe I’ll watch surfing, but I’m not getting in the water.  OK, maybe I’ll get in the water.

If you are a Tofino person or have a great recommendation of an affordable place to stay for me and Coral, please leave a comment.

Go with yourself.

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