To What Ends?

make a profit on a collectable?

make a bundle on pushing kooks into the sand to drag their fins?

Burn some body you dont know on a set wave ?

rob some body’s car while its ot attended/

borrow a board and not return it?

Hustle an aquaintence for a free board?

ON any PRETENSE

any justification you can sell to yourself

in a large view can still be a deception,self of social deception

the ultimate ends…

we are diminished

Surfing held as a higher Ideal…?

Debased to a pastime?

can become the domain of charlatans ,ner do wells and hangers on .

AN ART FORM?

A MEANS OF HIGHER EXPRESION?

A PROFESSION?{the three professions}

A LEGACY?

…a foundation for self esteem?

…SURFING…

AN ADAPTIVE LIFE FORM FOR PRESERVING LIFE NEAR AND IN THE OCEAN

before our eyes the erosion of the simplistic activity of riding a wave is morphing

into a miriad of confused ideals and justifications,some not worthy of mentioning.

where are the days when gremmies littered with bottle caps?

…their decendants are poluting the world with frisbees.

…ambrose …

…on a sunday

Hey Amby

Are your mangos over ripe?

Someone upset you?

Pretty serious Sunday talk…

all he mangos of summer are gone

a sensitive soul is easily upset

surfer mag.com

santa cruz surf school protest makes noise

sunday wake up to inspiration can take a serious turn

in a world full o’ people

we paddled out to rinse away the world

two on mats

and a kook from switzerland

to wait for two hours to catch four waves total

three for one matter and one for me

two more hours and four more waves

made things much better

dave made his all the way to the beach

1/8 mile three reforms

all the way to the shower.

new orleans upsets me

thats serious!

and there’s little that can be done.

Survivors of natural disaster are also easily upset

at the powerlessness when the infrastructure fails.

This BIG EASY topic brings it all back

and the empathy wells up inplaces you would least expect

…ambrose…

I’ll take one of the blue pills and a purple one, please…

Unless, we get a little… crazy.

The path:

In a dark room with only the light of a television, when a comercial comes on look at the wall behind you, observe the stroboscopic nature of broadcast magic, now look at the screen. Repeat until you say to yourself, “Do I need TV as an informational souce?” Maybe?..

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Subliminal_message

http://skepdic.com/subliminal.html

Then watch these three movies/DVDs

House of Games - Joe Montegna

A famous psychologist, Margaret Ford, decides to try to help one of her patients get out of a gambling debt. She visits the bar where Mike, to whom the debt is owed, runs poker games. He convinces her to help him in a game: her assignment is to look for “tells”, or give-away body language. What seems easy to her becomes much more complex.

human nature is a sucker bet.

You can’t bluff someone who’s not paying attention.

What I’m talking about comes down to a more basic philosophical principle: Don’t trust nobody.

which links to:

THX 1138 - Robert Duvall

George Lucas adapted this, his first film, from a short he made at University. THX 1138, LUH 3417, and SEN 5241 attempt to escape from a futuristic society located beneath the surface of the Earth. The society has outlawed sex, with drugs used to control the people. THX 1138 stops taking the drugs, and gets LUH 3417 pregnant. They are both thrown in jail where they meet SEN 5241 and start to plan their escape.

Dialogue included for speed readers…

Female voice (medicine cabinet): If you feel you are not properly sedated, call 348-844 immediately. Failure to do so may result in prosecution for criminal drug evasion.


OMM: Blessings of the state, blessings of the masses.


Male voice (medicine cabinet): What’s wrong?

Man: I need something stronger.

Male voice (medicine cabinet): Take four red capsules. In 10 minutes, take two more. Help is on the way.


Female voice: What’s wrong?

Man on monitor: I just bought one of these yesterday, and it doesn’t fit my consumer, and the store doesn’t have any of the other kind.

[LUH presses a button]

Male voice: For more enjoyment and greater efficiency, consumption is being standardized. We are sorry -

Man on monitor: This is -

[cut off]


Male voice: That accident over in Red Sector L destroyed another 63 personnel, giving them a total of 242 lost to our 195. Keep up the good work and prevent accidents. This shift is concluded.


Female voice: A libido leveler has been mislaid near the pulse-leveling gate. If you have accidentally -


Hologram Newscaster: - units of detuned escalatories have not, however, prevented virus and ordnance from invading our centers.


[hologram plays in background while THX looks for LUH]

Hologram: Combined with economic advantages of the mating structure, it far surpasses any disadvantages in increased perversions. A final tran - An infinite translated mathematics of tolerance and charity among artificial memory devices is ultimately binary. Stimulating rhetoric…

THX 1138: LUH?

Hologram: …absolute. The theater of noise is proof of our potential. The circulation of autotypes. The golden talisman underfoot is phenomenon approaching. And, in the history of now, all ethos are designed.


Chrome Robot: Everything will be all right. You are in my hands. I am here to protect you. You have nowhere to go. You have nowhere to go.


Trial Prosecutor: Economics must not dictate situations which are obviously religious.


[in crowded hallway]

Male voice (P.A. in hallway): Keep causeways clean. Save time, save lives.


SRT: How shall the new environment be programmed? It all happened so slowly that most men failed to realize that anything had happened at all.


Male voice: Remember, thifty thinkers are always underbudget.


Male voice: Economics make it necessary to terminate any operation which exceeds five percent of its primary budget.


SEN 5241: [kneeling in a studio before a large image of OMM] Things don’t seem to make sense. Sometimes I see things get left out, and… they don’t fit. People don’t seem to see them. Or they don’t know what to do. Sometimes I - Sometimes a little - a little adjustment -

[laughs]

SEN 5241: - can make all the difference. I wanna do the right thing. I wanna go back. I - I - I can s - I can start again. I can… change. I can - I can help. I just need a - need to rest up for a little while.

Monk: This is no place for prayer. If you want to speak to OMM, you must go to a unichapel. You know that.

SEN 5241: Yes.

Monk: What? Are you in any trouble?

SEN 5241: No, I - I’m okay, I’m going now.

Monk: What’s your number and what’s your prefix? I’m going to see this gets into your report.

SEN 5241: [stammering] No, I’m leaving now.

Monk: I’m sorry, I - I have to report all intruders. Uh, where’s your identification badge?

SEN 5241: I… lost it.

Monk: You’re in violation. I’m gonna have to report you to the authorities.


Chrome Robot: [trying to unlock door to pursue THX] Can you hear me? Stay calm. Everything will be all right. The door seems to be jammed. Please check the lock on your side. Everything will be all right; we are here to help you. Stay calm. We are not going to harm you. Everything will be all right.


SRT: Well, maybe you are right. Maybe there’s something wrong with the computer. I don’t know, it’s a strange life. Cybernetics, genetics, lasers and all those things. I guess I’ll never understand any of that stuff. Guess maybe holograms are not supposed to.


Male voice: T-H-X eleven-thirty-eight will be taken into custody at a minimal monetary expenditure. Total operation cost: six thousand credits under budget. Congratulations. Be efficient, be happy.


SEN 5241: You know, when I was at school, it was all very different. We used to stay in bed all the time. Combined primary economics… Combined primary economics was a bottle about this big.

[holds hands two feet apart]

SEN 5241: Took a week.

Child: Wow!


Male voice (P.A. in hallway leading to garage]: - in your zoned section for longer than three minutes. Jet acceleration will not be safe to persons in dispersal area. To avoid being singed by jet exhaust, please exit your vehicle on the right, and walk through the blue zone on the left.


Male voice (P.A. in garage): - critical noise levels in this area. Be sure to report all decibel surges in excess of 1.5 on the Murrer-Wiggins scale.


Male voice (jetcar radio chatter): Hey, I think I ran over some - I think I ran over a wookie back there on the expressway…


Female voice (over P.A.): Changeable. Alterable. Mutable. Variable. Versatile. Moldable. Movable. Fluctuate. Undulate. Flicker. Flutter. Pulsate. Vibrate. Alternate. Plastic.


[THX is approaching the city’s exit]

Chrome Robot: Please come back. You have nothing to be afraid of.


Male voice: The T-H-X account is six percent over budget. The case is to be terminated.


[THX’s case has been terminated]

Chrome Robot: We have to go back. This is your last chance to return with us. You have nowhere to go. You cannot survive outside the city shell. We only want to help you. This is your last chance.


OMM: Thou art a subject of the divine, created in the image of man, by the masses, for the masses.


OMM: Let us be thankful we have an occupation to fill. Work hard, increase production, prevent accidents and be happy.


OMM: Let us be thankful we have commerce. Buy more. Buy more now. Buy. And be happy.


Chrome Robot: You have nowhere to go. I am here to protect you.


THX 1138: Who are you?

SRT: I am a hologram.


[repeated line]

Robotic Voice-Over: Are you now, or have you ever been

Spiritual Earth: Aloha Wave - Denjiro Sato

(Nels - Help!)

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Spiritual Earth: Aloha Wave - Denjiro Sato

Is this the 3rd movie? Haven’t heard of it but still dream of Sato underwave photos…

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(Nels - Help!)

Ah, mon…your words and illustrations have never been more true in relation to my life than right now. Imagine the empathy of Ambrose-minded humans suddenly invaded by a totally unforseen con game, with the “soul” of an innocent at stake…(“soul” being purposefully vague as this con isn’t about religion or spirituality of another…I’m being conned to selling myself into slavery for 10 months or someone else’s child paying the price…Surfing? Ha ha ha ha…off the table and out of the equation altogether, so insignificant in real terms as to seem trivial at the very best to me right now).

Whilethere may not be any good solutions to situations which arrive, everything isn’t permanent…things will either get better or worse or we’ll die, the ultiamte baseline…nothing left but to get cosmic…my personal demon box is the struggle when you get into a situation where the only defense is not to care…when it comes to having to aggressively not care about what you are doing or anything else I guess I’d call that hell, and I’d prefer to not go there. Television and McNews doesn’t help but only sells fear, the better to get you to lock the doors and close the windows and draw the curtains and buy useless crap you don’t need. The revolution starts when you get out of bed in the morning, or decide not to…

In personal perspective I may be in “agony” but there’s people who don’t even have a pair of socks…I have plenty of socks because I don’t like to wear shoes and socks last me forever…so in the few minutes available I can get started figuring a way to get what I have enough of to those who have nothing…Like Mark wrote in another time and place money is energy, but so is stuff…

I say throw the medication in the toilet, let’s get crazy! The best medicine and therapy for this cosmic toilet flush is to take two bottles of beer and watch “The Big Lebowski”, and raise hell in the morning!

So I focus on what I can fix, replace, or manufacture myself in my quiet shed, which lately are the sixteen all slightly unusually-dimensioned wood framed vent screens to the attic under the eaves of my house, about 15 feet up, which is also a nice perspective on the neighborhhood and life in general.

Creating from a better vantgage point, until rested enough to climb back down into the mix, or exhausted enough not to care.

A great dinner toast: “let’s drink ‘to what ends’.”

Yeah, 3rd Movie (Aloha Waves - Denjiro Sato)

The Big Lebowski, Nihilists? HeeHee… My sons FAVORITE movie!

(seal) 1990

In a church, by the face,

He talks about the people going under.

Only child know…

A man decides after seventy years,

That what he goes there for, is to unlock the door.

While those around him criticize and sleep…

And through a fractal on a breaking wall,

I see you my friend, and touch your face again.

Miracles will happen as we trip.

But we’re never gonna survive, unless…

We get a little crazy

No we’re never gonna survive, unless…

We are a little…

Cray…cray…cray…

…crazy yellow people walking through my head.

One of them’s got a gun, to shoot the other one.

And yet together they were friends at school

Ohh, get it, get it, get it, get it no no!

If all were there when we first took the pill,

Then maybe, then maybe, then maybe, then maybe…

Miracles will happen as we speak.

But we’re never gonna survive unless…

We get a little crazy.

No we’re never gonna survive unless…

We are a little…

Crazy…

No no, never survive, unless we get a little… bit…

Oh, a little bit…

Oh, a little bit…

Oh…

Oh…

Amanda decides to go along after seventeen years…

Oh darlin…

In a sky full of people, only some want to fly,

Isn’t that crazy?

In a world full of people, only some want to fly,

Isn’t that crazy?

Crazy…

In a heaven of people there’s only some want to fly,

Ain’t that crazy?

Oh babe… oh darlin…

In a world full of people there’s only some want to fly,

Isn’t that crazy?

Isn’t that crazy… isn’t that crazy… isn’t that crazy…

Ohh…

But we’re never gonna survive unless, we get a little crazy… crazy…

No we’re never gonna to survive unless we are a little… crazy…

But we’re never gonna survive unless, we get a little crazy… crazy…

No we’re never gonna to survive unless, we are a little… crazy…

No no, never survive unless, we get a little bit…

And then you see things

The size

Of which you’ve never known before

They’ll break it

Someday…

Only child know…

Them things

The size

Of which you’ve never known before

Someday…

Someway…

Someday…

Someway…

Someday…

Someway…

Someday…

Latest farce…

Hey Jim, could you get your kid to put on one of them “Al Kayda” outfits, you know there hasn’t been a terror alert in a couple of months and we got those complaints comin from them people that don’t have anything but a welfare check to save them, and Gee-dub-ul-U kinda dropped the ball, so what you say? We can’t get any more mooselums to pull the scam cause who wants to leave?

“I say good chaps, I’m threatening you with bodily harm, you thought it was intolerable before, but…”

Oh, oh. Do I sense a level two in the making? Do we need plastic and Duct tape to counter the noxious gas threat?

I’m not coming out of my attic until the all clear sounds…

Political philosopher Machiavelli proposed:

The ends justify the means.

The tyrannical despot says:

If the ends don’t justify the means, what does?

The philosopher, poet, warrior asks

To what ends?

The word “justify.” Many of the world’s ills begin with justifications, which seem to have little to do with justice.

There is no justice. That brick wall will damage your frontal lobes.

There is, however, mercy.

Everything ends, mercifully.

To all of you whose empathy is saturated and hope is drained. A standing invitation. Come out the other side with me. I will be there waiting at the water’s edge and we will paddle out to where intentions are simple and pure and actions make sense.

Unless, we get a little… crazy.

We can ALL talk for mega-cycles, but we is formed and relatively unimpressionable. We are turned on by tan-lines and balanced budgets and live music of a more analog nature, but those that are using their minds as formative pattern recognition units and impressioned liquid crystal memory banks is what worries me. The young Repulic-guns. Ach too-libre! Fire in the hole. Good morning Vietnam, good morning who? Those that read the good book from front to back. Those that percieve chaos as “THE END” (What end?) Those that can’t see that gravity states that if you throw a rock at someone, and they duck, that rock will travel around the world and hit you in the back of the head. What was the question? Sha-tha-f–k-up!!! It’s nap time and I’m running a fever. Ice me up. Last chance rain dance iteration or did you read about the spectacle and pagentry of the sun-dance, a dying nations more ritualistic and safe for the community get-together before we got ahold of it and turned it into the you-no what pole dance and lap dance combo homophobic crowd pleaser. But face it - an ass is an ass, or a loser party, or a nutered offspring, or connect/link me to something that will open the wellspring of healing to soothe Ambie’s angst ridden soul. Or get off the pot. Light up the barbeque - the blood and the body of the sacrificial lamb is on the menu, looks tasty…

That’s what I’m talkin about, why I oughta…

The road less traveled is traveled less and less. It’s gettin’ lonelier, but there’s more room to breathe. My invitation stands. Stay on the center of the path, follow the thin high line, the best is yet to come. Eat more of your favorite ice cream while you’re waiting.

…have you guys been getting any waves there lately ??

 Howzit chip, We got our first shoulder high NW swell today which is suposed to peak tomorrow and then a big south swell is on the way.Aloha,Kokua
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The road less traveled is traveled less and less. It’s gettin’ lonelier, but there’s more room to breathe

Obviously it ain’t so in Southern California…say there really are 1 million people who own surfboards in California as a whole, and only 1000 are really top flight monkeys you might want to meet…if they all came for a visit!!!..it’s already happened here and sometimes it’s hard to tell if we’re trying to shed old skins or struggle out of body bags…

Actually it is getting lonelier now that I think about it…been a long while since I’ve run across a familar face from old days…those people you wouldn’t know at all but after a year or so would recognize from special water days…the people who would stay in surfing as others faded…disappear for months or years and suddenly pop up somewhere surprising with deep tans or totally white skin with tales of times and places…to splatter the secrets or expose the privacy would have been unthinkable, to ask would be rude to the point of being beyond imagination…the kind of thing where a chance meeting 20 years down the road results in one guy finally just saying “What the hell is your name, anyway?”…

hmmm…makes me smile just thinking about it…maybe…maybe…

STOKED for you , Mike !! THAT’S what I like to hear !! …what board will you ride ?

“in this troubled world , a man can still paddle out and …” etc

ben

in the yin yang of it all

there is no end

the last swell is followed by the next swell

the wave I got today

the wave I got yesterday

the wave I get tomorrow

all fall into synch

the lack of syncronicity

bugs the ship out o’me

and I become impatient

with the shortsighted

greedy attitudes exhibited

until I can get back to the

Zen…

zen is the ends

and its not …

it’s the beginings

and the hurricane is a Giaic purge

some people get it.

turn off the water and electric and

take all the leaves off the trees

take away your house

and there’s nowhere to go

no road to safe haven.

the guys that filpantly say

uh.dont get it

the people who well up with

…tears… get it.

eat chocolate ?

take drugs?

watch movies?

thats all for the red cross guys

staying in the hotel

while the real people

are two weeks without ice

electric devices

and hear how great actors are

taking a few days off to visit the

real people to get their picture taken

…then go to the car,hotel,and back home

whilst the grim realities persist

those Tsunami people

get it.

it aint movie therapy

its real…

prayer of any denomination

is what’s called for.

when I was awoken early in the morning sunday

I didnt know that my neighbor Kenneth ‘Bully’ Kaauwai had just passed away

not a surf star, Just an old guy who used to surf in days of yore

In waipouli born and raised.

somthing upset me?

A tear in the continuium allowing a kindred spirit to pass through.

…ambrose…

are we not less

when one of ours passes

thanks for being

is a gift.

Aloha! A rare emotional overload for my good friend Ambrose. Love you buddy, you are one of my top friends, ever. Aloha…RH

One of them’s got a gun, to shoot the other one.

Give blood…

Make no mistake the cover-up was started immediately, the big money is playing in the Iraq sand box, where we can still bully the little kids and retain some of that “National Pride” take the easy way out, but it is so damn expensive and we are going into the toilet as a country, polarized by the image makers so the tarnish is blown away and lands on the innocents again.

I haven’t been watching TV for awhile now so didn’t even know about New Orleans except as a side blurb on the internet browser. It is a made for TV disaster, with the poisonous soup river/roads and floating bodies and pining pets - heart strings are being plucked with theme songs created for the buy-into/swallow whole masses by the master song-smiths. Donate to rebuild while the gas and income tax money feeds, clothes and fuels the war machine?

Don’t get sucked in over your head while watching the latest made for consumption, prepackaged - complete with slick logo, end-o-the-Earth Special, the one who needs attention and prayer may be your own neighbor (or family).

My gut feeling was not to get involved with this thread, another man-made hell. The river was born to run.

If there weren’t poor people and criminals and mentally unstable people and bad people and insurgents and the yangers and the yinners - what would some people do?

Thanks for the path, Tiki, I’m trying. Sorry I misunderstood you, Ambrose.

The war, tsunami,9/11, Katrina. The suffering and what to do about it all becomes overwhelming. I get numb. So, I sit alone and watch my beautiful wife and daughters in our beautiful home surrounded by beautiful countryside and living the surfing life. My dreams have more than come true. I pinch myself and wander is this really me or just a dream. Yet, I know that one misguided automobile or the inevitable shift in the San Andreas or one of it’s tribuataries can destroy it all. So I pray for my family and the others that are suffering and for some sort of clarity. Surfing brings me back to the middle. Ambrose, it hurts me when your hurting. Sorry about your friend. There is a heaven. Mike

Today is my father’s birthday. He passed three years ago. Loss is universal, and personal. When I see a person get hit by a car, or a bullet, or cancer, or a flood, my eyes fill as fast as my heart, but I do not throw myself under the wheels, or put a gun to my head, or hope to be diseased as penance for not dying. Survivor guilt (angst?) is a powerful human empathetic response, to be respected in its humanity. But going on living, staying strong, being grateful for dodging the bullet, enjoying life still, is also to be respected.

Mother Earth purges. It is a sad and yet future-oriented process. Every ending does contain its own beginning, but something does end so something else can begin. Grief is balanced by wonder at what the future will hold.

I will say the prayer for the dead for your friend, but in Hebrew the word death is not contained in the prayer. It is about life. The prayer is for the living, for them to go on living well. When I was taught as a child to grieve in the tradition of my family and people, I was also taught that it is a sin to grieve too long, as this dishonors those who have passed and wish us to use our lives well. Your friend, and my father, expect that we will do so.

My heart to your heart.

The eaves of my house are waiting. Up the ladder once more.