For anybody putting up with some 'Showboat Annie' flashing their latest logo like a badge of honor cuz now they belong to the brotherhood or whatever...
"Son, no one gives a shit about all the things your surfboard does. You didn't design it, you didn't shape it, you didn't glass it...... you just bought it. Anybody can do that."
ill drink to that
The last swell we had here, on New Year’s Day, early in the morning before the crowds showed up, four of us who live in town paddled out at our local. Three of us were riding boards we built ourselves. And they’re not novelties… they’re our daily riders.
Guess we got our own brotherhood…
Put that on a shirt, John.
I read a good one once -
“If it’s got a parking lot in front of it, it ain’t a surf spot…”
Some yacht club -
Im proud to say, that I not only know how to make my own boards, but I know how to wax them too.
That's fricken beautiful, John. No wonder his son does what he does so well. I like your dad. Mike
That’s something my Dad would say a lot…
Shit!
or
Ah shett!
He liked to say Gawdammit too. Usually when Oneula was abusing his tools.
The only surfing related thing I can think of was “I can always patch your board, but I can’t fix a hole in your head.”
When my first board was so badly beaten up, he made it look like a new board then put the primo beer logo on it. I sure do miss him.
Hi Mike -
My dad (RIP) also regularly popped off with stuff along the lines of , "What the hell are you doing out there just sitting in the surf.... peeing in your god damn wetsuit? When are you going to buckle down, quit smoking dope, finish school, join the human race and get a real job.... so we CAN ALL GO IN FOR THE BIG WIN?"
"Gee dad... do I really have a choice?"
Now I REALLY like him. I hope you were not 10 or 11 years old, though. Mike
My old man.... was a piece of work, he was. Tough, harsh, smart, hands on him like a couple of fielder's gloves. Fisherman, boatbuilder, carpenter when there wasn't anything else around.
And something of a romantic - running away to sea was something he approved of. He had scholarships to Webb Institute and MIT, to study naval architecture and marine engineering, which he loved. But he threw it away to run away to sea on a gasoline tanker in 1943, when that wasn't particularly safe.
And I dunno if he was ever happier than simply sitting with a cup of coffee and a pack of smokes at hand and a book he hadn't read yet. He knew poetry, and the names of flowers and the names of stars and constellations.
While he was most everybody's friend, welll..... being his eldest son meant that perfection was almost good enough. Almost, but not quite. Better to have done it perfectly and invented a new way to do it faster, cheaper and better while doing it the first way.
It was expected of me.
His measure of contempt was " ______ is ignorant, and refuses to learn". 'Cos he was always learning, never satisfied with what he knew.
Describing working on deck, with a sea running and heavy gear coming in, he said it was 'like a dance'.
And maybe the kindest thing he ever said to me was after I had spent some time offshore and come back to the boat fixing trade. He said "the tools fit your hands now".
And on topic here, he once gave me a book, Skene's Elements of Yacht Design which was an introductory text with minor math in it, with the inscription 'perhaps this will help with your surfing endeavors' ....and it did. Didn't find out until after he'd died that he had surfed the same waves I had, before I was born, in a canoe.
As the years go by, I'm finding that heredity is a very powerful thing....
doc...
The original quote is actually about a cell phone.
http://shitmydadsays.tumblr.com/
The guy has a Facebook page, too.
One of my favorites:
I laughed until I cried over some that stuff. My daughter sent me the link. At first I thought it might be about something I said. I paraphrased the cell phone quote to pertain to surfboards. The 'get a life' quote was actually my dad.
I hope they put it all in a book.
“Oh please, you practically invented lazy. People should have to call you and ask for the rights to lazy before they use it.”
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"No, you can not borrow my t-shirt…How about instead of standing there looking shocked, you do your fucking laundry?"
I had a tendency to trash my Dad’s little shop in the basement, never cleaning up, leaving tools all over, nicking chisels/planes, etc,etc.
He’d drag my guilty butt down there and ask, “Can’t you use your head for something other than a hat rack…?”
Not my father, but a good one, “If you’re going to be an asshole, at least be good at it…”
How about
"Are those my good pliers you're using as a hammer?!"
I was a real wiz at using tools.
for me it mostly was
"come here and hold this"
or..
"not that wrench you damn fool"
along with his fatherly advice to;
"don't do it half-assed"
"straighten up and fly right"
"everything is cope-ah-cetic(sp?)"
but after dinner it was always
"Ma, two scoops please! (of ice cream that is..)
I think his WW2/Korean War generation had it's own lingo and way of looking at the world that will never be repeated.
How about “Why is it that there’s never enough time to do it right, but always enough time to do it over.”
Sounds like most of you guys were lucky enough to have some wise fathers. Unfortunately, I'm the one bitching at mine about using my good pliers as a hammer, or the band saw as a deli meat slicer (kidding-so far). The only things my father said that stand out in my mind are "Just tell her it's not technically cheating if you're not married." and the endless opportunities he took advantage of during cold fronts to say "Yep. Must be that global warming that's making it so cold today." Yikes! No wonder I grew up learning things the hard way.
“Shut your mouth and eat your dinner” _"