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Tuesday, January 31, 2012

SKATE BETTIES AND STYLE


I was working painting a closet with Kilz oil base primer and losing some brain cells thinking to myself, Kilz Kills Brain Cells when it occurred to me, What would skateboarding be without Skate Betties?
What is a Skate Betty? UrbanDictionary.com defines Skate Betty as a hot chick. One that is attractive, stylish and self confident...." but I'll add, one that is friends with skaters or skates. In my memory, Skate Betties were the Hot Chicks that were always at the Hot Skate Spot, Skate Contest, Skate Party, Skate House. They were part of the Skate Scene.

Some dudes skate better in front of Skate Betties. My memory remembers me eating shit. 
One time I was in SF visiting a girl and I was getting into bombing hills. I found a steep hill. I started thinking about skating down it. She said do it. So I did.
It was night time and the steep hill was well lit and then it flattened out onto a bridge of total darkness. 
I should of known there was a gonna be a fat gap between the street and the bridge. I was used to skating New York City streets which are smooth and where there are hardly any cracks or gaps. But San Francisco is different, there is asphalt to concrete to metal trolly tracks, back to concrete then back to asphalt... All these make for not so smooth transitions. 
So to make a long story short, my wheel stopped short in the gap between the street and bridge and I went flying forward miraculously getting away without a face plant only a bloody hand. 
I was scared out of my mind with my wind blow hair and teary eyes and got into the car 
and the girl told me to stop whining. 
I was in pain and so un-stoked and so pissed at her because she showed me no sympathy. This was about ten years ago so I'm sure I cured it with a beer.

I'm not gonna drop names because the Skate Betties I knew back in the the late 80's New York Skate Scene are now married to skaters and have been married with kids now for a handful of years. 
All I can think now is how they balanced out what would of been just a bunch of sweaty dudes trying to show each other up. Just being there, they gave us a reason to be cool and have style.

Oh and what is style? I have been asking myself this question and trying to hone in on what it means to have  style, and what one must do to have style, and I'm getting closer to an answer after studying my all time favorite skater Christian Hosoi and surfer Gerry Lopez (both "THE" Style Kings of their sport).
Style is looking good and making whatever it is you are doing look easy or natural no matter how difficult the task at hand.

 In Christians case doing the biggest airs in the world at the time and making it look so easy in fact so easy that it felt good. His face in his photos either look like he's nonchalant ten feet in the air or having an orgasm. 


Gerry on other hand was master of the the wave that kills the most people in the world, the Banzai Pipeline. He would drop into fastest walling wave on the North Shore of Oahu which makes you go Mach ten in one second, and pull into the biggest tubes and do his classic "Wipe the water off his nose", as if he had time to do something like that (which he obviously did) while a huge lip was about to come crashing on his head which could send him into the sharp shallow reef below which has scalped some surfers or straight killed them by a bloody smack down.


Finally on a more beautiful note,  in the case of the Skate Betty or I should say Skate Beauty above, look at her. She's barefoot with healthy curves, her yellow hair color along with the cyan and magenta in her clothing colors and the black in the background complete the CMYK color model and you hardly realize it- making it a fine example of the Art of Print. And she has a graceful skate posture... she even matches the pool color. Granted the photographer probably knew about all these elements, along with the graphic designer with his typographic color choice. Everything about the above photo has Style.

This Aloha Shout Out goes to Skate Betties and Style.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

To my Irish Homeys

5:48 am Hawaii Standard Time
I brew up some Irish Breakfast Tea for a 
Dawn Patrol Surf Session
and  think of my Irish Homeys
Jimmy Lynch, Charlie Butterly, Ian McCarthy, and Jefferson Pang (Half Chinese/Half Irish)
These brothers were so influential in my life, I sometimes say to myself that I'm part Irish.
Super tough brothers.
Keep me tough today.
Time to go surf.
Aloha.


Thursday, January 26, 2012

The Past Three Surf Sessions

Session 1
 Tuesday Morning 6:30 am
I made the Dawn Patrol Session after staying up until 1 am fixing my favorite board.
Forgot my leash and didn't lose my board. I surfed well and was riding fast with a glue foot and did hard cutbacks grabbing rail. Was super stoked.

Session 2
Tuesday Evening 6pm
After having such a good surf surf in the morning then going to work, I got greedy and even though my wife wanted me to come home, I insisted on going back for another quick session. The waves were still looking good. It was packed. Everyone in the water after work was hungry and greedy like myself to catch waves after a hard days work. It was a  ZOO. Two people per wave. I caught a few waves and didn't lose my board.

Went home and talked to wife about GRABBING RAIL in Surf Session 1. 
She was kind enough to listen.

Session 3
Wednesday 5:30pm to 6:45pm, No Leash again.
Surfed with my friend Josh after working with him for the first time. It was good to work with someone who was just as a perfectionist as me if not more.
We paddle out to Diamond Head again. Before paddling out, Josh tells me that he likes to have his observation of waves be greater than his desire for waves because when you desire too hard, you're not thinking straight and start paddling around chasing waves. I like his surf wisdom. 

The big sets were overhead.
I see a big wave in the distance and start paddling to the horizon to catch it.
As it approached I soon realized I was too far inside. I looked up at the lip went to duck the wave, but it came down on my head and ripped my board violently out of my hands, and took me for a hard underwater tumble. I rise up with no board to be seen. My friend Josh says look in the channel! I swim in and take a few more waves on the head and begin to feel what it might feel like to drown, but keep swimming, and keeping my cool. I swim all the way to shore looking for my board but cant' find it. I run up halfway up Diamond Head Cliff walkway and stand up on the railing scanning the ocean's surface for my board. I back down to the beach to see if it washed up. I start to feel desperation and mild depression.  I run back further up the cliff and scan the ocean again and soon see a friend  who tells me there was a board down on the beach.  I run back down and see a guy with my board. The sun has already set but I  quickly paddle back out for another wave, thinking to myself that I'm probably stupid! I see Josh, who tells me he was just about to paddle in. I see another big wave in the distance that wants to land on my head again, for once I get a little nervous of losing my board, but stay cool. I paddle to the peak before it breaks, and turn around, as it is right about to break on me, I paddle hard, and drop in. It was a radical wave with a steep 10 ft drop and just kept on going and walling up. Instead of being cool guy by trying to shred the wave, I stayed cool and enjoyed the ride and then rode it almost all the way to shore quitting while I was ahead.

Then waited for Josh to paddle in and meet me at the car  where I remembered we had two tall cans of beer waiting for us.
Drank tall cans under the crescent moon.

Moral of the Sessions.
Don't be greedy for waves.
Time to wear a leash for a while.
Remember Josh's Surf Wisdom

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Late Night Ding Repair and My first Barrel.


11:36 pm and doing Ding Repair
Hoping to get a quick surf before work.
but probably will be wiped out from lack of sleep.
Remembering how I used to go to bars every night when I lived in NYC
and then go to work gives me hope that I can do some late night
ding repair and still wake up surf and make it to work.

I want to paint too, and do some paperwork for a job I'm working on.
But Can't do it all. Probably got my priorities in the wrong order.

I remember doing late night ding repair and waking up at 4am in
Brooklyn to do a Dawn Patrol at Rockaway on a Saturday Morning
and people would be just getting home from the bars and clubs.
Took a Subway with my 9'0" and to a Shuttle Bus from hell.
Two wasted african american guys laughing at me because I had a
skateboard and 9 foot surfboard on a packed bus.
Repeating, "How you gonna skate and surf at the same time?" I was waiting for them
to make a move. I didn't say a word. People were staring.

But heck I was the second one out at Rockaway that day with 8-10 foot faces and I got my first barrel
it was so worth it. It was still dark out. And there were bunches of people on the board walk checking out the waves.
I paddled out after looking at it for 1 minute. I had surfed there for the past two years and hardly missed a swell. It took me like one minute to paddle to the jetty point with the low tide.  I dropped in on the first  overhead wave. I was a stoked rookie. I looked up and saw the lip about to come down on me so I bottom turned back up to get closer to the top and the lip went right over my head and I was in a dark brown tube. The wave got silent and made a sound similar to a stomach growl and I came sliding out so stoked and pulled out.

The next set of waves I ate shit.
In fact I ate shit for the rest of my session until I was done.
and then went back to Brooklyn to get ready for a skate contest.
It was still worth it. I was still stoked even though I got my ass handed to me.

On the way home, some dude on the subway asked me for my number and
gave me his card. He said he was writing a book on people and there relationship to the water,
titled, New York Waters: Profiles from the Edge. It came out like 3 years later. I am the surfer in it.
I kept telling him that he should write about my friends, I called people but no one responded.
And he insisted he write about me so it ended up happening- a melodramatic after taste upon reading it.
Got a good full page spread photo and a few pages of words.  Maybe I'll post it sometime.


Good times.
I know some people have a problem with nostalgia.
But whatever.
I better get back to my ding repair.
I'm sure the resin is past ready.
-Manny

Qcell resin was just right.
Sanded, then patched with cloth
12:53 am.
Time for bed.
Keep you posted.
Aloha

Sunday, January 15, 2012

The Department of Awesome

Check out this blog.
It's my homeboy Justin's blog of Creative Awesomeness with an Aloha Flavor.

http://thedepartmentofawesome.com/

I've always been stoked and honored to have my friends as my favorite artists.
When I get a little insecure about myself and my artfulness, I always look at the friends
that I have and know that I must be doing something right.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Finished

Mini Deck and storage shelter for two bikes, shelves and cabinet made with recycled wood.




Manny Aloha Custom Creations

Monday, January 9, 2012

Full Moon Hike

Went on a Full Moon Hike with Ethan Lau and a bunch of friends to Maunawili Falls and made a fire at the base of the falls so we could jump into the water from a 12ft ledge.
Son Hayden and wife Marisa went too. Hayden via baby carrier on back.
Good times. Friends that came. Ethan, Eric, Rebecca, Lionis, Wallyh, Nadia, Alex, Marisa, Hayden,Manny) Tomorrow night still a full moon, they will be doing the Stairway to Heaven under the remaining full moon, but Marisa has to work. So we won't be making it.