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Waves in things

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I'm back in the city but everywhere I look, I see waves in things...


Intersections, collisions, reflections

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I have been taken by the similarities in the form and feeling of waves and clouds and mountains for many, many years now. It's no great insight that there are some intersections and reflections between them - nature's pretty clever that way. But these images by Alessandro Puccinelli really highlight how strong the intersections between the sea and sky can be. Spending today indoors in a library in Melbourne, I can't stop drifting Puccinelli's 'Intersections' portfolio and getting lost in them.


(I've seen these images in a few places now, but most recently on El verano sin fin, so that is who I will link them via)

Summer storm

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Oh! And this one. Most definitely this one.


(from Head Like an Orange)

Ocean Light

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This gorgeousness is from Head Like an Orange (via Colossal), which is nature gif central and my new favourite online place.




First We Fall

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Clare Pluekhahn is a cool lady. You might have seen some of the work she has collaborated on, including the feature film, First Love.


Clare has her first solo exhibition opening tomorrow night at JCP Studios, 51-57 Cubitt St, Cremorne in Melbourne. According to Clare,
‘FIRST WE FALL’ IS AN ARTISTIC INTERPRETATION OF HUMANKIND’S FEAR OF FAILURE. THROUGH THE IMAGES OF A SWIMMER LOST IN THE OCEAN, THE SERIES EXPLORES THE NOTION THAT BEFORE WE SUCCEED, WE MUST FAIL.The exhibition runs until 6th March, so check it out if you can.

The Wallace Grommets and the Shitbox Rally

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If there is one thing in life that I am absolutely sure of, it's that cancer is a total arsehole. Like, it's totally fucked. If you have been reading this blog for a while, then you might have figured out that my mum died of cancer at the end of 2011, after an exhausting, terrible and heartbreaking two year illness. I am proud to say that my mum didn't go happily - she wasn't ready to die. Instead she was pissed off about it until the very end.

Lots of friends of mine have lost loved ones in a similar way, including the Wallace's, whose lovely dad, Stu, passed away from cancer not long after my mum. The Wallaces are core Wategos Beach crew, and you could be pretty certain to see one or all of them there early in the morning on any given day, carving it up on their longboards.

The boys still carve it up, but in memory of their dad and in response to what an arsehole cancer is, they're taking part in the Shitbox Rally, which is an event that raises funds to donat…

Lennox Head All Girls Surfriders

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If you're a surfer on the north east coast of New South Wales, you might want to think about joining the Lennox Head, All Girls Surfriders Club. Their sign on is this Sunday, 17th February.


The All Girls Surfriders Club aims to encourage female surfers of all ages and abilities in the sport of surfing. Club members range from 6 to 60 years of age, from beginners to advanced surfers, shortboard and longboard. The club meets for competition each month. Other activities include a yearly campout, and various coaching clinics throughout the year. The ‘Winter Surf Slash’ prize round is held in July each year – club members who have surfed regularly throughout the year are eligible to compete for prizes.We also host the Ma Bendall Tag Team Interclub event- where we join with other female surf clubs for a weekend of competitive fun . The club aims to promote friendship, good sportsmanship and mentoring for junior and inexperienced surfers while providing an opportunity for girls to gain expe…

Surfing Havana

Clifton Evers's recent post on Kurungabaa, 'A Provocation: Detonate 'surfing as marketing', has had me thinking a lot. It's had me thinking about the ways I think about and know surfing, and about the ways that I often feel corralled into acting like an 'authentic' surfer, with comments by others in the water curtailing certain ways of surfing waves that I find pretty fun (like riding my longboard on my knees). But it's also had me thinking as I come across different stories and articles and posts in my online journeying. This NY Times article about surfing in Cuba, 'Cubans Face Hurdles Before Catching Waves', was particularly interesting in terms of the ideas and critiques presented in Clif's provocation, especially the quote about learning by intuition (which Clif will love) and the final paragraphs (which I'm quite sure will make Clif's heart drop). The waves will come, up to six feet the next day, but for Cuba’s surfers the other …

Telling secrets

In the city
when I stay up late
sitting alone,
working on my balcony
into the night
(which is not often)
I listen to the bugs,
and the bats,
and the crickets,
and the possums crawling
along the gables.
It's not so bad.

But beneath it all,
(even though we live
with quiet neighbours
in a quiet suburb
on a quiet road)
is the sound of traffic:
The white noise of cars,
the hoot and rumble
of faraway trains,
the soft whir
of helicopters.
It's not so bad.

But it's there.
So in the city,
when I stay up late,
sitting alone,
working on my balcony
into the night,
in my head
I morph those sounds
into something new
something different;
Into the sea.

So alongside the sounds
of the bugs
and the bats
and the crickets
and the possums,
I imagine
the sound of cars
into foam,
of faraway trains
into sets of
breaking waves,
of whirring helicopters
into the wind.
I turn the city sounds
into something oceanic.
It's not so bad.

Finding wax

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Why? What's in your handbag...

A week after returning to Brisbane, I was rummaging through my bag for a pen and came across a block of wax. Day, made.

EPIC means I totally LOVE IT!

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Indisputable proof that my not-quite-four-year-old niece totally rules:


Watching 'Musica Surfica' (a few years after everyone else)

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Does blogging count as procrastination?

From 'The Ultimate Guide to Writing Better Than You Normally Do', over at McSweeny's
Procrastination is an alluring siren taunting you to Google the country where Balki from Perfect Strangers was from, and to arrange sticky notes on your dog in the shape of hilarious dog shorts. A wicked temptress beckoning you to watch your children, and take showers. Well, it’s time to look procrastination in the eye and tell that seafaring wench, “Sorry not today, today I write.”
(Thanks, Jen)

Gender, surfing, and why I love blogs

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Wannabe country singer?

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You know it's a disorganised Monday when you get caught out wearing double-denim...