Archive for the reflecting it big Category

(mis)understanding the rules of the game

Posted in reflecting it big on May 15, 2012 by SLUDGE SODA

It turns out;
There are;
Some countries;
6 months;
Of passport;
To enter.

Only KOOKS get it twisted.



Posted in reflecting it big on December 2, 2011 by SLUDGE SODA

Difficult to determine if he’s a tweaker or a crack head, but the presumed Iranian, rasta-cowboy hat rockin, Dirty Harry trenchcoat totin’ personality I pass those mornings riding Villeray between De Lormier and St Michel brings a smile to my face like no other. The guy is such an inspiration and ray of blinding light that I haven’t built up the courage to ask his name. He may have flushed down the road of addiction, but the way he sways and dances along the sidewalk with the smile of a million Unicef posters exudes a special sense of living. It’s a great coincidence to see this guy on a weekly basis since July.

Kinda like boarding a plane departing YUL, then driving through El Triunfo (pop. 341) 10 days later and seeing your flight neighbour. Then, in researching said town, to discover dapper-dressed flight neighbour is actually Maestro Nicolas Carrillo Castro. Also to note, the town’s El Pacifico tienda sells Ballena’s for 17 Mpesos on Sunday’s –  that’s a 2 Mpeso discount KMart shoppers!

Horses for Courses

Posted in reflecting it big on August 17, 2011 by SLUDGE SODA

After 2 years spent fawning over the mini simmons porn splattered across websites of people trying to make money selling surfboards via piggybacking the freeride exploits of RK and Pty, I finally chanced upon a rental. Yes, a rental.

Cleverly disguised as a “high performance board” amidst a bone yard of soft tops, South Point widgets and forgotten towels at the Long Beach Surf Shop barn. At 5’8″ and ALL THAT volume, cripes did it feel like a dog. But it didn’t look like a dog, as the island local shaper Lorne Acheson makes some pretty nice craft. Even with my albatross-like wing span, it was an uncomfortable 23″ of planing hull under the pits. Not to mention the looks of wonder from open minders and dismay from members of the high performance surfers union. The haters are gonna hate so fuck em.

Unsurprisingly, the first few waves went terrible. It was like my first ever session on a twin keel spent trying to surf like a thruster. YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG! Some minor adjustments and I started to get the hang of it. Sorta. The waves were knee to waist high, short interval and kissed with overly onshore breezes – not conducive to gliding, but open enough for some drop in to floater kine thrashing. I could feel the volume working for me, but there wasn’t much to work with.

An infinitesimal bump in swell and complete shut down of the wind cleaned up the conditions for the next couple days and it was there where my love for this simminoid fostered. In smallish conditions combined with a 192 current weigh in I was able to maneuver THAT THING around in the most suprising of ways. All THAT extra planing surface eliminated groveling and permitted easy gliding amongst other san o favorites. All THAT extra girth makes it possible forto fade back on a drop and do the kookiest, overshoot-the-trough bottom turn to peter pan glide back up the face. Glee. All THAT extra volume made for absurdly far shoulder to dig a rail pick your nose and somehow glisse back to the pocket cutbacks. Simminoid forgiving to pilot error. Check.

Basically. THAT thing was fun as all heck and a welcome addition to any woman or man’s quiver.

the ends and new beginnings

Posted in reflecting it big on June 9, 2011 by SLUDGE SODA

somewhere around the 8 minute and 46 second mark of this song explains precisely what happened the my much-adored 5’5″ tea bag model.

she was an og shape: equal parts …biolos 5 fin rnf and Gary Swanson ’94 spoon nose and the more water she drank, the better she went, hence the name.

glassing starts tomorrow. in my kitchen.

new years restitution

Posted in Less Than VHS, reflecting it big on January 16, 2011 by SLUDGE SODA

res·ti·tu·tion – A return to or restoration of a previous position or state [of mind].

a. July 7
b. August 24
c. July 20

"And sometimes lurk I in a gossip's bowl." Act 2, Scene 1, line 47

Q310 folio

Posted in reflecting it big on October 23, 2010 by SLUDGE SODA

This crisp, sunny fall weather is nice an’ all, but when is summer coming back?
and who said wetsuit triknology is improving: a warm 5mm + boots + gloves = tinman mobility

surf tuesday

Posted in reflecting it big on August 24, 2010 by SLUDGE SODA

As important a day as there ever was

Not manic Monday
Nor taco Tuesday.
Not the day before hump day
Nor the rest of the days.

Simply Surf Tuesday