HURLEY U.S. OPEN SURF INTRO from Tom Aiello on Vimeo.
Rosie and I with baby carrots in our hands.
Kelly Slater was incredible but our boy Brett took home the $100K
125,000K people on Saturday...best crowd in all US Open history
7.26.2009
my work is fun.
what i did all week/weekend at work. the Hurley US Open of Surfing. tom did an awesome job on this video!
Rosie and I with baby carrots in our hands.
Kelly Slater was incredible but our boy Brett took home the $100K
125,000K people on Saturday...best crowd in all US Open history
Rosie and I with baby carrots in our hands.
Kelly Slater was incredible but our boy Brett took home the $100K
125,000K people on Saturday...best crowd in all US Open history
7.18.2009
7.08.2009
Already you see I have escaped from you.
a friend i recently met found her copy of leaves of grass in storage and began reading it again...as did i. after staring at the computer screen for hours and hours it's good to stare at something else for a change. this was soothing.
Whoever you are holding me now in hand,
Without one thing all will be useless,
I give you fair warning before you attempt me further,
I am not what you supposed, but far different.
Who is he that would become my follower?
Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?
The way is suspicious, the result uncertain, perhaps destructive,
You would have to give up all else, I alone would expect to be your
sole and exclusive standard,
Your novitiate would even then be long and exhausting,
The whole past theory of your life and all conformity to the lives
around you would have to be abandon'd,
Therefore release me now before troubling yourself any further, let
go your hand from my shoulders,
Put me down and depart on your way.
Or else by stealth in some wood for trial,
Or back of a rock in the open air,
(For in any roof'd room of a house I emerge not, nor in company,
And in libraries I lie as one dumb, a gawk, or unborn, or dead,)
But just possibly with you on a high hill, first watching lest any
person for miles around approach unawares,
Or possibly with you sailing at sea, or on the beach of the sea or
some quiet island,
Here to put your lips upon mine I permit you,
With the comrade's long-dwelling kiss or the new husband's kiss,
For I am the new husband and I am the comrade.
Or if you will, thrusting me beneath your clothing,
Where I may feel the throbs of your heart or rest upon your hip,
Carry me when you go forth over land or sea;
For thus merely touching you is enough, is best,
And thus touching you would I silently sleep and be carried eternally.
But these leaves conning you con at peril,
For these leaves and me you will not understand,
They will elude you at first and still more afterward, I will
certainly elude you.
Even while you should think you had unquestionably caught me, behold!
Already you see I have escaped from you.
For it is not for what I have put into it that I have written this book,
Nor is it by reading it you will acquire it,
Nor do those know me best who admire me and vauntingly praise me,
Nor will the candidates for my love (unless at most a very few)
prove victorious,
Nor will my poems do good only, they will do just as much evil,
perhaps more,
For all is useless without that which you may guess at many times
and not hit, that which I hinted at;
Therefore release me and depart on your way.
Whoever you are holding me now in hand,
Without one thing all will be useless,
I give you fair warning before you attempt me further,
I am not what you supposed, but far different.
Who is he that would become my follower?
Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?
The way is suspicious, the result uncertain, perhaps destructive,
You would have to give up all else, I alone would expect to be your
sole and exclusive standard,
Your novitiate would even then be long and exhausting,
The whole past theory of your life and all conformity to the lives
around you would have to be abandon'd,
Therefore release me now before troubling yourself any further, let
go your hand from my shoulders,
Put me down and depart on your way.
Or else by stealth in some wood for trial,
Or back of a rock in the open air,
(For in any roof'd room of a house I emerge not, nor in company,
And in libraries I lie as one dumb, a gawk, or unborn, or dead,)
But just possibly with you on a high hill, first watching lest any
person for miles around approach unawares,
Or possibly with you sailing at sea, or on the beach of the sea or
some quiet island,
Here to put your lips upon mine I permit you,
With the comrade's long-dwelling kiss or the new husband's kiss,
For I am the new husband and I am the comrade.
Or if you will, thrusting me beneath your clothing,
Where I may feel the throbs of your heart or rest upon your hip,
Carry me when you go forth over land or sea;
For thus merely touching you is enough, is best,
And thus touching you would I silently sleep and be carried eternally.
But these leaves conning you con at peril,
For these leaves and me you will not understand,
They will elude you at first and still more afterward, I will
certainly elude you.
Even while you should think you had unquestionably caught me, behold!
Already you see I have escaped from you.
For it is not for what I have put into it that I have written this book,
Nor is it by reading it you will acquire it,
Nor do those know me best who admire me and vauntingly praise me,
Nor will the candidates for my love (unless at most a very few)
prove victorious,
Nor will my poems do good only, they will do just as much evil,
perhaps more,
For all is useless without that which you may guess at many times
and not hit, that which I hinted at;
Therefore release me and depart on your way.
7.04.2009
Cowboy Country
I couldn't stop smiling the entire time...it started when we pulled up to this dancehall in a giant BARN in LONG BEACH! 2 stories, 4 dancefloors, live bands, pool tables, western shop, shoe shining...really?! in CA? I don't know if it's because my dad wore a cowboy hat and snakeskin boots a majority of my life, or because all we listened to was country music growing up...but somehow it stuck with me. I love this kind of stuff, and it made me miss TX....but I kinda felt like I was there. I've never seen that many line dances and cowboy hats in southern ca. What a great night!
7.03.2009
7.02.2009
October 2008.
found this one hiding in the drafts folder of my blog.
I swear everytime my mom made potatoes the lid ended up falling off because they boiled over and bubbles pushed their way out the top and spilled over the side. When i was a child I rememer each and every time having to yell "mom the potatoes!! Hurry they're getting bigger!!" I guess she never knew exactly when it would happen and it always came as a surprise to both of us eventhough it happened everytime.
The other night I started talking about a situation that I am very passionate about. I could not contain my gigantic smile no matter how hard I tried....it was unstoppable. I love that...when feelings deep down in the core of your bone marrow are so true and genuine, you cannot help it...you just burst at the seams.
wow. i am a cheeseball.
I swear everytime my mom made potatoes the lid ended up falling off because they boiled over and bubbles pushed their way out the top and spilled over the side. When i was a child I rememer each and every time having to yell "mom the potatoes!! Hurry they're getting bigger!!" I guess she never knew exactly when it would happen and it always came as a surprise to both of us eventhough it happened everytime.
The other night I started talking about a situation that I am very passionate about. I could not contain my gigantic smile no matter how hard I tried....it was unstoppable. I love that...when feelings deep down in the core of your bone marrow are so true and genuine, you cannot help it...you just burst at the seams.
wow. i am a cheeseball.
7.01.2009
Thoughts of you could give me smile lines...
seriously can't get enough of her and this song.
I can never write a love song
I can never write a blue song
When I'm in love I am a lover
And I have always had the blues
I am afraid that no one sees me
What will they say when I am gone
It occurs to me I think I miss you
I think I've missed you all along
Out of the corner of my eye (out of the corner of my eye)
Not sure if I should think these things of you
Is it the wrong place at the wrong time
I think it's just my turn to lose
Thoughts of you could give me smile lines
I laugh myself to sleep because I knew (I knew)
We were talking ‘bout a fine line
It depends on who you're talking to
If it's any consolation
The blues have always had me too
And if I ever write a love song
I think I'll write it about you
I can never write a love song
I can never write a blue song
When I'm in love I am a lover
And I have always had the blues
I am afraid that no one sees me
What will they say when I am gone
It occurs to me I think I miss you
I think I've missed you all along
Out of the corner of my eye (out of the corner of my eye)
Not sure if I should think these things of you
Is it the wrong place at the wrong time
I think it's just my turn to lose
Thoughts of you could give me smile lines
I laugh myself to sleep because I knew (I knew)
We were talking ‘bout a fine line
It depends on who you're talking to
If it's any consolation
The blues have always had me too
And if I ever write a love song
I think I'll write it about you
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