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Bread and Butter

Rat Buell Part II

Here's another shot of Chad, aka Rat, aka Splinta the Rat... check out his movies and his music http://www.folkloremovie.com

"Whhhhhaaaaaaaaat?"

Hacked?!

Got a post from someone saying that our site had a bug in it... then you'd go the site that they claimed was an antispyware site, which was fishy to begin with, and it got even fishier. We have macs anyhow, but the site was still odd. I should have known something was up when we had a comment on our blog. This would indicate that someone was actually reading it, and we both know that isn't happening.

Chad.

While I was MIA in South America, Jasmine's friend Chad came up to hang out for the weekend. He was in LA (from Hawaii) doing some work, and decided to catch a weekend up north. As always, Jazz busted out the camera and they started goofing around. Here's one of the shots from that weekend. It, or another one from the same shoot will be in an upcoming Surfing Magazine interview. Be sure to check it out...

Final Impression

I'm on my final day here in Chile, ready to head home and sleep in my own bed, beat a nasty case of food poisoning, and not live out of my suitcase for a bit.

While I was here working, I was talking to a fishing guide about the lasting impressions that most clients get while on their fishing trip. He said that despite the fact that the vast majority of his clients catch big fish, and a lot of 'em, they always seem to remember the final day. Now, in certain cases, the last day might not be the best, as the guides like to push their clients into more challenging waters in hopes of improvement (sometimes the fishing just plain sucks tho)... fishing up to their highest potential, shall we say. It is this last day that they take home with them, and lock away in their memory banks, only to forget their prior, more successful days. It's interesting how we tend to all do that in various situations. That no matter what happens at the begining of a journey, we all tend to remember the end the most. Why that is, I sure as hell don't know. But I can tell you this: When I go home, I want to remember anything about feeling the way I do right now. Yuck.

Here I am in the Patagonia, working outside of the box and without Jasmine : ( ... a rare occurance!