Entries tagged with 'Surfing'
I've been thinking about causes, lately, and how they seem to define so many of us. This election year, it's inescapable: Democrat? Republican? Environmentalist? Pro-lifer? Choose your patch of grass, plant your flag, make a stand. People wear lots of...
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Yesterday was a big day in Varmintville. Having climbed to the pinnacle of his varmintness, he stood proud and tall, nose into the wind: The Varmint turned 40. Of course, you can only keep your nose into the wind for so...
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The Varmint returned yesterday, exhausted, stingray welted, bescabbed, aching, sore - and well-pleased with himself, his friends (see pic) and his entire Nicaraguan adventure. After staying up all night sharing pictures and gabbing, we crashed for a few hours, woke up,...
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See this? At first glance, you might think it likely that, given the facial hair, it could be attached to something like this: But you'd be wrong. Because what it's REALLY attached to is this . . . Which is...
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Tomorrow evening the Varmint will scuttle from his burrow, nose pointed southeast, surfboards firmly under forepaw. He and his salty crew of bewhiskered scalywags are heading to the tropical climes of Nicaragua for a week of wavehunting and manly bonding....
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Yet another divine San Diego sunset, taken at Dog Beach in Ocean Beach, a ways north of one of The Varmint's usual surf spots, called Garbage, close to another favorite spot called Bird Shit. My theory is that (with the...
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When you start working in San Diego, you'll notice that some days company phones roll over to voice mail no matter what time you call. Sure, that executive you're dying to reach might actually be in a meeting. But this...
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