the bear is largely living on a [un?]healthy dose of death cab for cutie, tegan & sarah, band of horses and neko case.

well, the dream run of surf has finally subsided after 2 weeks of reasonably good conditions - today and yesterday have been pretty much flat. i’ve managed to counter this by sitting in cafes eating banana bread and drinking coffee whilst working on some music with adam. pretty enjoyable. also managed to sit through my first ever F1 grand prix on tv…wasn’t too bad.

otherwise i’ve got 3 more days down here in yamba before heading back to brisneyland for a day of work and then further holidaying, before i head down to sydney for nath mccallum’s wedding, and some north sydney surfing. should be great! perhaps some french film festival in the middle there…not sure yet.

i have never surfed with more dolphins in my entire life. seaworld doesn’t have that many dolphins. baby dolphins, adult dolphins, old dolphins…it was crazy. i’d be guessing about 20-30 dolphins swimming around and under us in the surf for over an hour. amazing.

just got back from thai restaurant. very tasty. very cheap. always a great combo. i miss thailand.

the simple pleasure of chocolate for breakfast is something i don’t think i’ll ever be able to deny. it’s particularly bad at easter time, when the good lord sees fit to provide us with individually wrapped nodules of chocolate satisfaction in easy consumable form. yum.

yesterday ads and i walked and scrambled our way from yamba to angourie. crabs, fish, shells, deep pools; long luxurious walks on the beach; not rainbows but DOUBLE rainbows - it was all very nice. and rain too. warm summer rain. with puppies. on the beach. and surfing. there’s always the surfing.

this morning i took a rest break. body = shattered! beating body and mind into a pulp this holiday and couldn’t be more grateful.

back in yamba after a brief jaunt back up to brisbane for a daniel kitson double header. dan’s the comedian i said i voted most preferred to read roald dahl books aloud. so you can imagine i was pretty chuffed when his first show started with him reading from a book

the real world’s a tad scary for the bear right now, so i’m glad to be back here in surfer land with a big swell coming through. people are a tad foreign to me right now…but i’ll figure it out eventually.

in the meantime, hi! sorry if my facial expression is a tad curious when you see me next. i’m just trying to figure it out…

5 surfs in 2 days…shattered! having a blast tho. so far have surfed at pippis and spooky, and have managed to find rock and deep water already

there are some photos on facebook and at the link above. i’ll update them when i can find the strength outside of the ocean!

i generally consider myself to be at least averagely tolerant, but that doesn’t mean i can’t have any fun. i’d like to form a crack team. call us terrorists. call us graffiti artists, but it’s a
worthwhile social mission - to go around finding any unnecessarily suped up car; lancer, hyundai, nissan, subaru; whatever - we’re not discriminatory. anyway, we find these cars, and we steal their big arse mufflers, leaving behind a quieter, simpler version from a 50cc scooter

’nuff said.

it’s been a busy while doug had his birthday (and our first bro surf session); jay and i have been dabbling with the digitial realm; the bear den kitchen’s been copping a tasty hiding; and there’s been all kinds of cocktail shenanigans. which is all good really. but it’s certainly been all about the distractions…’nuff said there really.

thankfully i’ve just had my leave approved so i’m spending the whole month of march chilling out, surfing, and sorting out the head and the chesty blood pumping thing. should be awesome…spending time with the surfer lads down in yamba doing nothing but surfing, playing music and read books. i can’t wait.

wish you were here

today is friday and thank begeebus for that.

today i left work a bit after 3pm so that i could fit in a surf before it got too dark down at the farm.

today i got to surf for the first time ever with my brother which is something i’ve been wanting to do for a very long time.

it was a good day.

i just don’t understand. can you not see the headphones? the ones
covering my ears? is my hairstyle so austentaciously bouffant that it
blocks from view these giant closed ‘bell’ phones chosen specificly
for 3 purposes; the first being beautiful sound; the second to
actually alert the obvious to people like you that i am not keen to be
disturbed; and thirdly to facilitate all possible attempts at blocking
at any said interruptions?

i like music.
i’m listening to this song so that i don’t take it out on you.

so why then; for the love of jimminy tell please tell me
why; do you wait until the exact moment 15 seconds after when i
press play and put my headphones before you interrupt me with your
inane drivel?