lullaby..

Ever since I hit the ground running from home in my early teens I've always seem to have had a abode were I could fall asleep at night to the sound of a babbling creek or the roar of the ocean intersped with the occasional foray into the sweet sounds of the inner city.. for the last two months I've been holed up in suburbia with the sounds of bored youth doing burnouts and the hum and crackle of overhead powerlines being my bedtime music, tomorrow that all changes, a new home awaits, next to the beach, the sound of lapping waves to escort me to dreamtime..

House..

Track to beach..

Beach.. sorted.

Mr McBride

This fine gentleman turns up at longboard contest's and repeatedly smokes every ones arses on heavily glassed single fins, In my reasoning he and Moonbob (and maybe Trent Ellis)are the preeminent longboarders from the land of the white cloud...grand artists too..

surf bliss..

this little clip has been around for a while but I just love playing it when I'm uptight or down cause it just straight away puts me in that happy place I get into after a fine avro glass off sesh on a heavily glassed single fin long board in waist high waves

Blatting..

Nothing beats hauling arse on a chopper with a couple of mates.. maybe bombing hills on your deck, rolling in a pack 10 deep.. memories of Queen St 3 30 in the morning in '89

smooth

Rob and left handers is there no finer eye candy..

If in the Desert from chase burns on Vimeo.

Soon..

Korduroy.tv

180 degrees south

I have mad respect for Yvon Chouiard, his "let my people go surfing" speech at Stanford (and not to mention the fine book of the same name) is awe inspiring.. plus he started Black Diamond which in my humble opinion make the grandest ice axes I've ever swung..and the Patagonia wetsuits aren't to shabby either..I've been looking forward to this one.. surfing, climbing and sailing all in one flick..nice

Multigrain Extraordinaire..

Nothing tastes better than a piece of bread slathed in butter straight out of the oven but the grand thing about this loaf is that it comes into its own on day 2 and onwards as toast.. its just fucking magic.. post surf, piece of toast, butter, avo, and fresh ground pepper.. I've been known to cut a sesh short just because I can't get the thought of that piece of toast out of my brain...

The trick to this loaf (or any bread) is to use unbleached bakers flour

Soaker:
3 Tablespoons polenta
3 Tablespoons rolled oats
2 Tablespoons wheat bran
1/4 cup water at room temp

Dough:
3 cups white flour
3 Tablespoons brown sugar
11/2 Teaspoons salt
1 Tablespoons instant yeast
3 Tablespoons cooked brown rice
11/2 Tablespoons honey
1/2 cup of milk at room temp
3/4 cup of water at room temp

1: Make the soaker the day before in a small bowl, cover with plastic wrap
2: To make dough, mix flour, brown sugar, salt and yeast together,
Add the soaker, brown rice, honey, milk and water in a large bowl,
3: Chuck the mixture on to a floured bench and kneed that fucker till smooth..try for 10 mins, Ha
4: Put into a oiled bowl, cover with a tea towel and place in a warm area for about a hour an a half.. it should of risen a fair bit,
5: Transfer to an oiled bread tin, cover with the tea towel and let rise till above the edge of the tin,
6: Cook for about 20 mins at 200c, fuck knows what that is in USA..
7: Try and let that the baby cool for at least one hour.. hopefully..