Sunday, November 30, 2008

Uber-cool link of the day


http://www.notcot.org/ – this is my defacto go to site for visual inspiration. There is a virtual flood of creative output coming from these guys. They usually post in the neighborhood of 30 blog postings a day of visual art, photography, fresh design, fashion and heaps more. According to their site, “notcot has become the daily sources of inspiration for creatives everywhere, fighting the good fight against "creative block" since 2005 with visually stunning imagery, the latest in international trends, and a passion for all things well designed. notcot is a community of creatives, design lovers, and trendsetters - where each image and caption brings you to a place worth visiting. It's about sharing what inspires you.”

Check it out!
Cheers to Hinterlands for the heads up on this one.

sk

Friday, November 28, 2008

A thousand pictures

I travel all the time and I find myself on lots of airplanes, for hours at a time with not a whole lot to do. I also love film, so when I fly, I tuck into the films that are on offer and dig in. much of the time the choices are pretty dire, with only pop rubbish represented. My flight the other day from Hawaii back to NZ was a little different. I was lucky enough to see a film called, “Once” (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0907657/). It’s the story of two struggling musicians trying to make a go of it in Dublin. The only way to accurately describe this movie would be to call it a musical. No, this isn’t Chicago, or Mama-mia (just the thought of those two movies makes me throw up a bit into my mouth). This is more like rock opera, think Tommy not South Pacific. It’s truly a touching film that I can’t recommend highly enough. What makes it so good has nothing to do with the music, the plot or the acting. What makes this film exceptional is the emotional impact of the story. I don’t want to give anything away but safe to say, I watched much of it with a lump in my throat.



The other film I want to talk about today is another emotional ride. I have nothing but the trailer to go on for this one but it looks amazing. And what makes it all the more remarkable is the subject matter – pro wrestling?!?!



There is a saying that a picture is worth a thousand words and a feeling is worth a thousand pictures. Art that can tap into us at an emotional level goes beyond the aesthetic and becomes greater then the sum of its parts. Lofty goals without doubt, but what we all aim for…

sk

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Country Feeling Surfboards


Today I met some really cool guys on the North Shore of Oahu. Jeff Bushman and Kyle Bernhardt started a surfboard shaping business called Country Feeling Surfboards a couple of years back. Far from greenhorn board-builders, these guys have been building some of the best surfboards in the world for years. They’ve shaped boards for Ross Clark Jones, Pancho Sullivan and Jack Johnson (surfer/filmmaker/rock star) – so they’ve got a rep to be reckoned with. But it’s what they’re doing with their new company that’s even more impressive. Taking the earth friendly high-road they are building surfboards that are the most eco-friendly on the market – by a long shot. While most boards are made from a laundry list of not-so-nice materials, the Country Feeling boards have deck inlays made from hemp, organic cotton, bamboo and silk; and resin that is catalyzed by the sun. The boards are improving all the time and they expect these eco-boards to soon be in full use on the pro tour.

Great guys and fine ambassadors for the North Shore. They’re breaking new ground doing and their bit for the earth – if you’re in the market for a new surfboard be sure to check them out. http://www.countryfeelingsurfboards.com/

Aloha,
sk

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Book ‘em Dog.PI

It’s an interesting gauge of the arc of modern culture and pop culture to look back at the last 40 years or so of Hawaiian cop drama on TV. It’s kinda cool that the iconic cops and robbers shows from the 60’s, 80’s and the 00’s were all set in Hawaii. Three very different worlds, that’s for sure – have a look at these clips and see just how much the world has changed in the last four decades. And hey, just try and get these theme songs out of your head!
Aloha!





Trust me, I'm a professional


Pipeline


To a surfer just saying the words North Shore conjures up images of monster waves, iconic beaches and legendary competitions. Hell, you don’t even have to say, the North Shore of what island for those in the know to know exactly what you’re talking about. The other day I was up on the North Shore, walking along the beach at Pipeline. Banzai Pipeline is perhaps the most famous of the surf beaks on the shore. The barreling waves are legendary, especially in the winter season when the wave heights jack up to epic proportions. It was a few days prior to the start of the Vans Triple Crown of Surfing – one of the biggest pro surfing comps of the season. All the top pro were already on the island getting ready for the competition. It was a beautiful mid-week day. The waves were overhead and there was about 3 people on the beach. I sat there for about an hour and watched the best of the best session these awesome waves. It wasn’t for competition, it wasn’t a film shoot – these guys were out there just having fun. They were sitting in the line up laughing and cheering each other on. It was one of those moments that you experience when your traveling that you can never plan for or even expect to happen – you just have to be there when it unfolds.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Two minutes and forty-two seconds of bliss

You can always trust the folks at The Banff Mountain Film Festival to put together a great trailer to get you stoked to get out and have some fun in the outdoors. If you haven’t had the pleasure of checking out the festival in Banff (every October) or the World Tour – I highly recommend it. The films are the best travel and adventure flicks of the year and this clip of the best of the best really encompasses everything that I love about adventure…

Enjoy!

Friday Acoustic Session

Hello Blogland,
As a Friday treat I’ve posted three music clips that I think you’re going to enjoy. In keeping with the mellow-yellow Hawaiian vibe I’m enveloped in right now, the through line on these tracks is acoustic instruments and a performance that feels less like a concert and more like just hanging out with friends and sharing some tunes.

Enjoy!



Damian Rice - The Blower's Daughter



Stone Gossard - Your Flames



Liam Finn - Gather to the Chapel

Friday, November 14, 2008

Coming soon…

200km of cross country running, climbing and suffering. All completed in alpine style, meaning that there will be no camps, no support crew, no big packs, no tents, no hot meals and most significantly – no stopping, no sleeping and no companions. It will all be in one continuous push, from my front door through the mountains and finally to the sea. That is there where, the when will be in the first portion of 2009 – as for the why… the story of the why, will be the story of the adventure. Stay tuned.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Shock and Awe


There are two sides to Oahu, well many more then two, but two big ones come to mind. The North Shore is home to big waves, little towns and a distinctly bohemian outlook on life. Go a few miles south, into the vast interior of the island and everything is, so, so different. This area is home to a chain of military bases – nearly all branches of the armed forces are represented and sit in blinding contrast to the hippies to the north. Somewhere in the pineapple fields that separate these two distinct cultures is a very deep line in the sand. The North Shore has an uber-laid-back feel with a definite no shirt, no shoes, no problem policy. In the interior the army base town of Wahiawa is anything but bohemian. With literally thousands of solders living within a couple miles of the town, there is a not-so-subtle Palin-Power undertone to the community.

It’s rare that I visit a town and am left with only sadness as I leave. More churches, strip-clubs, liquor stores, fast-food joints and homeless people wearing desert pattern fatigues then I’d ever seen - anywhere. It was a sad example of what this country has done to its military men and women. The war in Iraq and to a lesser extent in Afghanistan were both ill advised in my opinion and massively unpopular in nearly everyone else’s opinion. But to have these brave men and women who’ve done nothing but join the military for the love of their country and a desire to get out of poverty, be forced to live in a states-side shithole like this, just isn’t right. Maybe it’s the chicken vs. the egg – maybe these guys really just want to have a lap-dance and a Taco-Bell on their day off. Maybe they want to get drunk, repent their sins and forget their reality. But what a strange world it is – this forgotten existence of young men and women who live just 7 miles from paradise in a house filled with excess, irresponsibility, debauchery and hopelessness.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Sorry, I don’t understand

There is one aspect to travel that can be both insightful and unbelievably frustrating. Being understood is something that every one of us takes for granted every day. When you travel to a destination where the main language isn’t your native tongue that security blanket of understanding is unceremoniously yanked away and you’re left out in the cold. At times this can be a culturally immersive experience where you get tapped into the groove of a culture by having it flowing all around you. On the other hand not being understood and not understanding is bloody frustrating and hard work.

Today while I was eating lunch at a rather posh golf course I experienced, or at least observed this phenomenon first hand. Seated at the table adjacent to me was a young Japanese couple who spoke not a word of English. The waiter didn’t possess an ounce of understanding or compassion for their situation – he just used the time honored tradition of just increasing the volume of his voice as a means of interpretation. They sat and looked more and more confused every time the waiter said, “Cesar salad, CESAR SALAD, C E S A R S A L A D!!!” I had particular empathy for them as the last place that I traveled to where I couldn’t be understood was in Japan.

The irony – it was a Japanese restaurant.

Aloha,
Sk

Monday, November 10, 2008

Aloha!


Every job has its perks – and at the moment things are looking perky. Those who’ve been following along at home or if you’ve had a look at the ‘where in the world is Scott’ box on the right-hand side of the screen you’ll know that right now I’m in Hawaii. Hawaii home of grotesque button down shirts, McLovin, Ukulele solo’s, lots of big surf and for the next three weeks or so, me. It’s been a great trip so far – I arrived day before yesterday and have settled into my condo nicely. But every trip has its challenges. One of the reasons this blog has been pretty quiet over the past few days is that my computer went through a full-on meltdown. Joy of joys I had to wipe the entire hard-drive including the operating system and re-load from scratch. Luckily this has happened to be before so I don’t leave home without backup copies of my installation discs and a external hard drive to back-up everything. That’s my insider tip of the day, Murphy’s Law is in full effect when traveling with a laptop – prepare for the worst.

I’ll leave you with a couple of pictures and the promise of more stories to come!
Aloha,
sk

The other side to change

There is little doubt; it has been a momentous week in the political world. The election of Mr. Obama in the United States has been a huge shift to the ideological left. One could argue that this was a conscious decision, to move away from the much maligned Bush doctrine. You could also say that the nation was yearning for a change and a fresh face, that didn’t fit the Bush mold would have won with nearly any policy promises. I believe that it is an admirable combination of both of these two factors that decided the course of the election. While there was a strong desire to vote for anything not Bush, the underlying desire to move the political landscape leftward prevailed.

Now what I want to talk about is the other side of change – in New Zealand we just had our federal election, only a couple days after the US version. Our Prime Minister, Helen Clark has been the PM for 9 years. She’s done a good job for the most part. She’s a left of center Labor Party leader who’s struck a balance between social needs and financial gains. But for the last few years the writing has been on the wall – NZ was looking for a fresh face. It was the current financial meltdown that sealed her fate.

As election day drew closer the leader of the National Party, John Key took the lead and never looked back. He campaigned on the same platform as Obama – the desire for change. But here is where things are a bit different. Obama was talking about a change to the left, Key a change to the right. Key cashed in on the groundswell of support that Obama had generated and convinced the New Zealand public that it was the exact same situation as in America and a vote for him was a vote in the right direction – no pun intended.

Obama was the antidote to the mess that Bush created. Helen Clark was not George W. Bush. But this desire for a fresh face has netted a result that is very different to that of the states. The change that will occur here will be fewer taxes for the rich, reduced social programs and funding for the arts. Tighter reins on immigration and a more aggressive foreign policy (Key supported sending troops to Iraq).

Don’t fear change – but change for the sake of it is just as dangerous is being perpetually content with the status quo.

sk

Thursday, November 6, 2008

The Audacity of Hope

Some years ago when I was in art school studying photography I was lucky enough to have a very charismatic lecturer that really left an impression. He was early 40’s and had that sort of Robert Redford, too-much-time-in-the-sun, creased face and a mob of ginger hair. He walked around with a worldly swagger, like someone who’d seen it all before. His one lasting quote was regarding stock photography, “editors have seen a million photos of the Eiffel Tower – but they haven’t seen mine.” Some of my fellow classmates took this as pure ego and blew it off as the ramblings of an over-praised photographic-savant who’d Od’d on his own Kool-Aid long ago. I saw it a bit different. We all have our own opinions and impressions – even the obvious is open to interpretation.

Last night as I sat in front of my television for hours and hours on end watching election results – I thought of the Eiffel Tower.

To try and surmise the gravitas of the Obama win in the election is like trying to explain water to the thirsty or food to the starving. This goes beyond what we needed and reaches further into a more primal elemental sector of our collective consciousness. This is the antidote to a poison that has been working its way through our body. Killing us from the inside, spreading like a cancer, threatening the very existence of our society. Am I overstating it? I don’t think so. America was a train wreck in slow motion – it was like watching a good friend destroy themselves. It needed an intervention and that’s what it got.

But this wasn’t a fire and brimstone, shape up or ship out sort of reaffirmation. No, it was a loving embrace that promised nothing but potential. For a long time America lost its way. The quest of the American dream was so badly off course that it looked for a time that salvation was too far away to ever be a reality. That was until Barack Obama arrived on the scene. America was built upon a foundation of eternal optimism, the notion that dreams can come true. For too long those dreams had turned into nightmares – but now because of the notion of hope and the resurrection of that most American of dreams, the ship is finally heading back onto its intended course.

Yesterday the generation that has no heroes stood up and chose a new direction for America. They chose to elect an African American man to the most powerful position in the world. This fact should not be glossed over – only half a century ago, a black man was not even allowed to ride at the front of a bus in America, drink out of the same fountain or attend some universities – now a black man is president. For a nation to look beyond race with a history of such painful race relations is a true sign that things are finally moving on.

Obama has been accused of being a political lightweight and merely a good orator. I think that is just what America needs – inspiration. Will Obama be a good president? I don’t know. Will he be better then Bush? Of course he will, fuck even Palin would be better then Bush. What I am so enamoured with, what the whole world is enamoured with is the excitement, the energy and the hope that this man has fostered. It is a dark time in the world – economics are looking worse then ever, there is much war, poverty and threats to the environment. Solving these problems will take effort and sacrifice – finally we (lets be honest, no matter where you live in the world, ’we’ is appropriate) have a leader that will lead us through the dark and into the light.

As a kid I remember asking my father what it was like to hear JFK speak – I know now my kids will ask me the same thing, but they won’t be speaking of a long dead president. They’ll be talking about President Barack Obama.

-sk

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

The New Chapter

It took a lot of blood, sweat and tears to get to where we are today, but we have just begun. Today we begin in earnest the work of making sure that the world we leave our children is just a little bit better than the one we inhabit today.

-Barack Obama

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Dr. Gonzo we need your help

The other day I was lucky enough to see a film in the Queenstown film festival that really struck a chord. Gonzo: The Life and Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0479468/) is as you’d guess the story of Hunter S Thompson. He’s the infamous writer of books like Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, countless Rolling Stone articles and other works of literary note. Many people assume that his writing is just the drug addled musings of a post-bohemian madman who’d done too much acid back in the day. Knocked out on pills and dancing to warped Grace Slick records, musing about the good old days when the sex was dirty and the water was clean. This veneer of debauchery distracts from the fact that Dr. Gonzo was in fact an exceptional writer.

Hunter wrote with an emotionally evocative power that was keyed into the time and rendered immortal. He was able to crystallize an era of our time that was so hard to define in traditional terms. You compare the writings of the day, Norman Mailer, Thom Wolfe they all fall flat with the dull thud of a past generation. Hunter was able to conceptualize the mad times of the 60’s into a narrative that described it in all of its non-linear beauty. But Hunter was more then this; he was also a damn good reporter. He followed politics with the fervour of a dumb-struck rabid dog. He got amongst the establishment and ripped it apart form the inside – and he ushered us all in.

In 2005 Hunter blew his brains out with a .45cal revolver – exactly as he promised to do for the quarter century leading up to his death. Better to burn out then to fade away? Hunter had lost his edge, if only in his own mind. But what a pity, couldn’t we have used him now. What would Hunter have said had he been imbedded into McCain’s campaign? What would his dispatches have described? One can only wonder and long of the musings that never came to pass. All we are left with is the words and the influence of a writer who went beyond his station and spoke from his heart with honesty, flair and the rye grin of wordsmith at the top of his game.

“There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. . . . You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . . And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting — on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . . So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark — that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.”
-Hunter S Thompson form Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas