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Polaroid Comeback

I don't know if I've ever met someone who doesn't like polaroids... so when they decided to stop making the film, those fat cats in charge must have been smoking some serious crack! But lucky the people in the engine room have been smoking a much more pleasant blend & have taken control... fyi

Rather than let Polaroid technology die out completely, a number of former workers have combined to try and resuscitate instant film. Under the name Impossible, they purchased Polaroid’s Dutch factory (where the film was produced) and will set to work in attempt of a 2010 relaunch. The film will be improved, but work in vintage Polaroid cameras.

:P

GIRLS

This is just a little graphic piece about... yes you guessed it "Girls"

hmmmmm that is all. ;P

Not Dead, Sleeping.

Pow Pow

We've been pretty spoilt with snow over the last week, generally
getting a few inches each night...just in time for us to breeze
through the trees and float across the silver lining! But the sun
eventually came out & it hasn't snowed in days. There is something so
alluring about untouched snow, so smooth and silky, just crying out to
be carved, smashed & bashed! So when most of the main trails have been
ridden it's time for a search & destroy mission. Cutting back and
forth, winding in and out of trees, looking for that small patch of
glory to hack into the trees or glide across... Right now I'm chilling
after a days searching, sitting in the arvo sun about to crack a
beer... Tough times ;P

Safety Poster of the Week

New Ride!

Picked up this fresh new setup, RIDE DH Freetstyle board, Burton
Mission bindings & Salomon boots...It's Been smooth on the mountain
but still doesn't stop me crashing! We've had 3 days of riding now,
snows been great~ thick powder off the main trails & heaps of tree
runs. Up the top of the mountain it's so cold that the pine trees are
like huge ice sculptures... I call it Sasquatch country... Took my
first big stack yesterday & landed face first after a jump & shattered
my goggles. FYI another $100 US for some new ones. It's snowing again
this morning so it's off frolic in -10 white stuff! ;P

Touchdown

4 planes, 36 hours, 11 mins sleep later, we've landed in Hayden
airport, Steamboat Springs. One he'll of a trip but it was epic
landing on a snow covered runway. Heavy Snow falling, time for some
rest~

Puerto has left the building...

I'm just waiting in Melbourne airport for my connecting flight to LA,
a staunch 14 hour jam, 5 hour transit & 2 more connecting flights into
Colorado~ let's hope all crying babies, fat old men & Oprah are
nowhere to be seen. That is unless she gives me a Bentley or puts
Noods on a Super Diet. He's put on a few kilohs after too many NYC
Grande Frapa Moo Cowchinos!!! More soon from LA. ;P

Think positive after a bad shot...

We've been playing our fair share of golf lately & it's one of those sports where everyone who plays seems to have some advice for you... "Try loosening your grip a little"... "Make sure you hit through the ball" & "Don't move your feet!" Frankly it all gets pretty confusing but when I came across this sweet ole book, I figured it was time to learn the BEST way to better my game!

THE BEST WAY TO BETTER GOLF 

– with Jack Nicklaus

Guinea Pig Playa!!!

Art by Puerto.

TRISTAN HOGAN PHOTOGRAPHY

The man they call Hoges has been in fine form of late!  Snapping photos, ripping bowls, juggling fillies & slicing devon. He has a blog running of some of his photography so go check it out! And then you too could be eating Ham at devon prices....

CLICK HERE

Drunk Spider

Smokey Mc Bong Water

Characters

Here are a few recent shots that hopefully capture the

essence of the individual...

Just a few the characters in and around a whales life.

;P

Hola Amigos,

Its Mid ‘MOVEMBER’ again!
And that Spanish Caterpillar has crawled back onto my lip!

He is very persistent in his “War on Prostate Cancer” and has set up camp for the month of November, picketing for donations at every chance he gets. Please send some money our way as Mr Caterpillar makes life very uncomfortable for me if we don’t raise enough money, hiding food scraps, tickling my nose &
generally repelling most females.

However once the money starts flowing, he transforms into a smooth talking, charismatic Don Juan style Pillar.

So please dig deep and click this link to donate!

Or Write a cheque payable to ‘Movember Foundation',
referencing my Registration Number 2108151 and mailing it to:

Movember Foundation
PO Box 292
Prahran VIC 3181

Remember, all donations over $2 are tax deductible.

Muchos Apprecios

;Puerto

Lyrics for the morning...

"You pester and question my motives for things

But I can't decide what all the answers concede

To be true, to be false

To be checking my pulse

If I'm still alive thinking or acting impulsive

Don't know if I'm still clasping for the high ground

Don't know if I want my voice to make a new sound

I guess you might say it beats living in squalor

But we must not live for the almighty dollar"

Money is not everything
So let's enjoy work today lads
:)
LJM

Dear God, I love you, but I think you’re way wrong about sex...

It doesn’t matter what your version of God is…Jesus, Allah, Buddha or simply a spiritual universal energy… praying to a higher power soothes and heals. It is believed that people who pray are healthier, happier and more resilient.

A wild concept for anyone who's ever wanted to talk to God. All be it rather humbling when you read some of the stories. Suddenly this mornings frustrated road rage seems rather irrelevant...

;P

"Saul Williams X Obey Giant"

Saul Williams is one of my favorite musicians/poets/revolutionaries!

I saw him perform at the Falls Festival a couple of years ago and he

blew my mind. Here are his words on the "Vote for Change" ;P

Dear History,

For too long have I pondered your meaning, memorized dates of battles, years of servitude, decades of injustice, named eras after movements, mourned the extinction of species, cursed founding fathers, worn vintage suits and cloaked myself with references of your hold on me.

I have walked through museums wondering how it is that greatness had lived and died all before my time. Parts of me feared becoming great because it seemed to include a price of death and a postmortem glory that my memory could never resurrect. I've stared at paintings dying to catch glimpses of the painter, closed my eyes to listen to songs that drunken ghosts dance to, and all the while I've fought to FREE the present to BECOME.

In 1995, I stood with poets in the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge, barking metaphors at the new moon of the summer solstice wedging words into it's craters, sewing seeds through nightly wind.

In 1996, I forced the ocean back with words, fathered planets, climbed pyramids, and began to decipher the sirens song to conjure the dream-filled Children of the Night.

In 1997, I stood with prisoners in our nations capitol bending bars with the power of thought as wordsmiths served sentences and Hip Hop diddy-dandified itself: stealing golden calves from the Old Testament to smuggle into the lavish crib of Pontius Pilate for it's birthday party

In 1998, I swallowed fear and sun-danced on film reels, projecting a me that had not been into a me that ever shall be.

And HERE I stand, ten years the difference and witness to changing hands.

Dear History,
I beat you. I stand a generator of generations bearing witness to a world that we are holding accountable for past actions. Me and my friends, we're changing our diets, re-inventing marriage, check-mating capitalism, re-defining ethics, replacing cruelty with compassion, and have sworn not to re-elect the sins of the father.

We are casting our votes for so much more than a lesser of evils, but for change, and greater insight, for wisdom out of the mouths of babes, for races that bleed into ONE.

Dear History,
You are behind us and we are no longer looking back. We are standing on the threshold of new times, new days, new worlds, and charging forward without battle cry or trumpet, while cynicism, apathy, and cowardice take their place beside you, behind us.

Dear History,
We no longer believe in you. We have invested our our thoughts and dreams into the present moment and opportunity to shift our reality into one that does not resemble your dog-eared books.

We stand on the shoulders of those who have dared to dream and on the necks of those who have wasted their time and ours proclaiming a past past its prime.

Dear History,
Blitz! It's my turn now. You can have your mounds of flesh, leather boots, cannons and sabers, nooses and guillotines, warships and fighter planes, trails of tears and blood, genocides, dungeons and dragons, ghost stories and fairy tales..........

Come on guys! Help me out! ~ Saul

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