kai neville, surf film extraordinaire (breathe of fresh air), is at it again.
all will be revealed soon.
[see]
get ready.
keep reading...
got told today that this blog is read in canada.
i love the maple leafs, & celine dion.
donnie.
[hear]
Donavon Frankenreiter. the man. surfer, stylist and music serenade-r.
i saw him live last year, with about 1000 brazilian surfers...
he shreds the g-tar kinda old school,
and sings tunes about the beach, his girl, and being happy.
hes got a new album titled "glow" - check it at his donavonf.com
melbs.
just visited the great city of melbourne. brilliant!
culture, food, atmosphere and art.
more pics to come...
uncomplicated.
Ifby: Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
[read]
brrr, its cold.
& what does the cold mean...
SNOW!!!
"thats it thats all" will get you SOL & wanting that pow-pow!
u gotta see this.
[see]
World Cup FEVER!!!
i was just doing my bit.
one cold, thursday morning.
cheering on the boys to victory.
2-1 vs Serbia was a tremendous feat.
in the midst of the emotion, 5 seconds was captured for all!
thankyou SBS.
see you again in 4.
[watch]
with me.
"Our tendency in the midst of suffering
is to turn on God.
To get angry and bitter
and shake our fist at the sky
and say,
"God, you don't know what it's like!
You don't understand!
You have no idea what I'm going through.
You don't have a clue how much this hurts."
The cross is God's way of taking away all of our
accusations,
excuses,
and arguments.
The cross is God taking on flesh and blood and saying,
"Me too."
— Rob Bell
[think]
artiste'
“Every day an artist gets up and knows he has to run.
He has to run faster than the distant fragments of our time,
faster than the voices hemming him in,
telling him that however much he thinks,
imagines,
writes or comunicates,
the system has already found a new way of drowning him out.
Faster than the army of pretentious pinheads boasting artistic bollox,
screaming their cheapskate anger, selling out for twenty seconds of fame,
filling their arses with gold so they can say I was there,
applauding midgets dressed up as giants.
He knows he has to chase ideals that have packed their bags
And run off to the nearest tourist haven or tax haven
and chase gods that ask for a discount on the rent on olympus
and apartments with a view of the clouds because,
if they look down, they say they get an urge to throw up.
Down here,
it’s all ours,
it all belongs to men and women,
but it’s common knowledge that we’ve never had a particular talent for doing things well.
Every day an artist gets up and knows he has to run.
What he doesn’t know,
perhaps, is that he doesn’t have to run …alone”.
[think]
aaaabbbbbb-dominals.
saw these commercials for Old Spice in the states. & every time i was in stitches. tooo funny.
[get buff]
the local natives are uk lads.
& its well-good man!
"who knows who cares"
[hear]
genuine is the answer.
Before you can inspire with emotion,
you must be swamped with it yourself.
Before you can move their tears,
your own must flow.
To convince them,
you must yourself believe.
Churchill.
[think]
write the future
was surprised the other day that still some have not seen Nikes world cup add.
well, here you go.
its brilliant... and has got the fever rising!
[see]
as good as it gets
the trip was all time.
the postcards dont lie.
Oahu, i will see you again some day.
[see]
scotty & kaylee.
got married!my eyes were watering watching again.
super well done.
&stay till the end, cause you know i was getting crunk!
[watch]
travel tunes
im late. the xx arent that new.
but im diggin so hard.
& its all that my ipod will be playing whilst i travel.
enjoy too.
[hear]
spanish sahara.
to be honest, this clip is a bit slow for my liking.
but the song, has been calling me back to listen
again &again over the last month.
spanish sahara? not sure. but who cares...
its chill & a nice voice.
the foals will be here for splendour & a sideshow.
check this & check them:
[hear]
1,2, Whoop Whoop.
so...
the bloody beetroots.
sounds like an 80s prom band.
but this could not be further from the truth.
hard electro, big beats
& masked producers of one of the greatest songs of 09 - Warp.
saw them last night. with only 500 people.
small but very very intense.
sweat from head to toe.
loving life!!!
(iphone quality pics - my bad)
Check this for proof:
[hear]
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