Runners Up

FMP
Originally uploaded by wootang71

Ok, what i meant with the last post about not ever liking anyone so much that i'd change my life is rooted in my observation that everything is replaceable. cold to say, but it's true. there isn't anything or anyone so valuable, unique, or important that they cannot be replaced. Look at presumably one of the most important people in the world: the president of the USA. the president is in leadership of the most overall powerful country in the world. that person should be considered important, right? well guess what, that person is replaceable. we have a vp next in line. and another person behind the vp. in my experience, i may like someone so much that i can't think of anyone else. but when that person's gone, eventually so are the feelings. and then someone else fills that spot. happens to me, happens to everyone else. if it happens once, then that's something. if it happens over and over, that's a pattern. and i see a pattern of replaceability. i can say that i've loved a girl before. but i can't say that i've ever loved a girl so much that i'd change my life, stop traveling, and maybe even stop surfing or snowboarding (painful just to think of). material gets built and broken. people come and go. economies rise and fall. the sun will come up tomorrow. probably like most people, i don't like the idea of being replaced. if i can't fulfill someone's need, they'll find someone else who can. i like attention just like the next person. but if this girl isn't giving me the attention i need, i'm gonna find one that will. which brings me full circle (in my coffee-fueled head): how can we have confidence when we know we're expendable?

for the sake of not sounding like a lump of coal, i do understand that everyone's different. that's what i like about people. my friends are my friends, and i would do a lot for them. but i know that if one day i'm not around (happens a lot), it's not like their lives are over. they'll find another friend to hang out with. 'cause i'm replaceable, too.

the piz has been doing me well lately with the lucksmiths, santogold, belle & sebastian, and even the newest rogue wave album.

Dumper? I don't even know her!

So, Jerm, lemme guess which network is yours.
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San Diego has been crazy. Crazy busy that is. It's gotten to the point where if I have nothing to do for 30 minutes, I get bored. Moving around Carlsbad. Dealing with Automaton stuff is tough. Partly because i'm venturing into all new territory. So I have no experience doing what i'm doing. Also since the stakes are rising, so is the risk. New distribution in Russia! Gives me an excuse to visit mother Russia. At least Moscow. Japan distributor came to visit and talk shop for a week. ASR week, like any other tradeshow, is draining. Picked up a 5'6" twin fin off of Craig's. But not one of those "classic" retro ones. Got me the ...Lost RNF. Been hanging at a buddy's new restaurant. Italy has gone, but Frenchie's about to rock on up. Lego Star Wars on Wii has been taking over my life. And we have a south swell rocking up tomorrow. San Diego's been good. My taste in music has not. Listening to a crap load of Belle & Sebastian, and I can't get enough of Camera Obscura. That band reminds me of an itchy straw hammock on Koh Phangan. If you know Jerm, it's not tough to pick out which network is his.

All Night in Singapore

Gatito
Originally uploaded by wootang71

10 days surfing sumbawa was not enough for me, but we apparently left at the right time as the swell dropped to nil. however, it seems to me that "flat" in indo just means not overhead. i had 2 awesome sessions at pipe on "flat" days. once back on bali, we stayed at a hotel that had a crazy french guy who pretty much scared us into moving to the next hotel down the street where i scored the pink flops. thought the indo kids were gonna jump me for my dunks. sold my board and caught a flight out just as steve and arri pulled in from sumbawa earlier that same day. flew out to the legendary singapore airport which sports a hotel, pool, free internet access, cinemas, and lots of shopping. the plane was scheduled to arrive at 2am and my connecting flight to vietnam was 11am. so i was stoked on the idea of crashing at the hotel. but the way it works, to get our bags from the flight, we had to pass through immigration. the hotels are located inside immigration, which means we need a boarding pass to access the area with the hotel. at 2am, none of the flight desks were open, which means no boarding pass. which means we were stuck at the check in desks of the airport all night. when i say we regarding singapore, i mean me and this french girl, lorean. we met in the bali airport heading to singapore and ended up small talking until 6am since neither of us had anything better to do or anywhere to go.

this guy is gatito. he was my little buddy during marcin's birthday dinner at the captain's restaurant. then gatito started nursing my neck. weird. by singapore, belle and sebastian were playing through the pizzle.