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Latest
Update: July
17, 2001 by Ben Marcus
7:36
PT TUESDAY JULY 17, 2001 THE CABIN, SHERIDAN LAKE, B.C.
ODOMETER
TRIP METER
MONEY
Four interesting stone-fly imitations at the gas dock: $10 Ice
cream: $ 2
I
like it here, and so does Ike, who is now posing as a head-rest,
right behind me, purring away after a breakfast of ground beef
and cr¶me. Last night Lee offered Ike slivers of one of the best
steaks I've ever had and he sniffed up his nose and Morrised it.
Spoiled.
It's
early in the AM and Team Barefoot aren't up yet. I switched on
the coffee, which is also very good and just checked e-mail and
looked at the net a bit. No e-mails from anyone, including the
little dipshit harasser who was sending me nasty e-mails yesterday.
Not sure who it was at first, but I think it's Josh Pomer, this
hideous little gnome who makes videos in Santa Cruz. I was disappointed.
I thought it was someone at least remotely interesting or important,
but it's just some guy who is so dumb, he can't even make a good
video. He has stopped sending them, and today I only had one video
for a porn site.
I
did find some good news on the web though. I had heard that the
new Surfer's Journal with my massive tow article was finally out,
and when I went to the Surfer's Journal website I found the first
few paragraphs had been excerpted. You can read it at: http://www.surfersjournal.com/
html/tiger_feature_vol10no3.htm.
Maybe
it's over-written a little, or maybe it's just right, I don't
know. But sometimes I read my stuff and get a little impressed.
It's like there are two mes: The dingaling one who slopes around
and loses all his stuff and insults and alienates everyone; and
the one who is pretty damn smart and has no problem stringing
sentences together. Oh well. Duality of man and all that.
Yes,
that was a minor show of confidence.
Anyway,
that Journal article has hit the stands and it will be interesting
to see what the reaction is. I like that I made heroes of Doug
Hansen and Perry Miller. They are good guys, and Hansen is the
first surfer I ever knew. When I moved from Santa Clara to Santa
Cruz in the 70s, and I was the most profound Valley Kook anyone
had ever seen, Hansen was the guy wearing the Pleasure Point sweatshirt,
and I thought he was cool. I also thought he and Karen were brother
and sister, because she, too, had a Pleasure Point t-shirt.
Hansen
is a funny guy and he provided the punchline to the whole story:
"Dude, people hate Jet Skis." We'll see how the article plays
with the Mavericks and Santa Cruz guys. I don't really give a
shit, I think it's well-written and truthful, but sometimes the
truth isn't always popular, and who cares what a bunch of dumb
surfers think anyway, hey?
This
morning I checked Aggroville and the SURFER Magazine chat room
to see if there is any reaction to the Surfer's Journal article.
There was a little bit on the SURFER Magazine site, but none,
yet on Aggroville. It's coming. My line about: "There were two
teams representing the Third World at Mavericks that morning:
Carlos Burle and Rodrigo Resende from Brazil, and Sean Rhodes
and Matt Ambrose from Pacifica." Ought o get some comment. I thought
it was funny. Others might take offense.
Yesterday
I was on the phone all day as the Glimmer Triplets went into Hundred
Mile House to take care of business. I made a zillion phone calls
all over, trying to round up people to go on the Alaska trip.
Ruffo can't go because his Rusty sponsor thought Alaska wasn't
as interesting as Russia. I left Josh Mulcoy a message because
he is an easy-going guy to travel with and he likes to fish. I
also left messages for the Malloy brothers and Brock. I called
Jeff Clark to say "Get well" because he just had surgery to fuse
his spine. I want to do an interview for swell.com with Jeff about
his surgery and Jay and the last 10 years, and do a sidebar which
uses arrows to point to various points of Jeff's body and show
all the war wounds and damage he has had over the years.
I
talked to Katharine Graham-Cracker briefly about this and that
and she said Jeff won't be ready to talk for another week. He
is all whacked out on pain killers and is bed-ridden.
Grant
Washburn was there at Jeff' side and I broached the idea of the
Alaska trip. He was interested and it will be good if he goes.
I want to stand him up next to an Alaskan moose to see who is
bigger, and if any bear get black or grizzly with us, Grant will
be there to swat them down. It would be interesting to see Grant
go mano a mano with a bear his size. Grant is a large guy. He
probably won't be surfing the tidal bore.
I
also called the Surfer's Journal and gave them an address in Whistler
to send some issues. I talked to Jeff Divine and asked if he might
be able to shoot the Alaska trip. Now that Surfer is owned by
the company that owns Surfing, everything is all mixed up and
maybe Jeff can shoot for whoever he wants. He is getting married
in September and won't be available until the end of the month,
but it would be good to have him. Any photographer will go nuts
in Alaska.
On
thing that bothered me about the Surfer's Journal deal is that
I didn't get to thank all the people who helped out. So I'll do
it now to expunge the guilt from my soul.
Thanks
to Chuck Gallagher for computer time and the outdoor shower. Don
Johnson and Anne Johnson for letting me use the Cave. Ken Bradshaw
for cell phone time and hollering at me from Australia, because
now I have a story to tell. Carol She and Mike McNulty in Hawaii
for their side of the story. Perry Miller and Doug Hansen for
their sides of the story, and for proofing help and bringing the
medicine when I was so sick. Thanks to Danny Degeronimo and family
for computer time and couch time. Thanks to Peter Mel and Jay
Moriarity for giving a play by play. Thanks to Flea for grumbling
out a few words. Thanks to Eric Nelson and Curt Myers for footage.
Jeff Clark for chiming in. Grant Washburn for his words. Thanks
to Scott Hulet and Steve Pezman for letting me write it, and thanks
to whateve muse gave me the "Chinese stuff." It worked.
Okay,
I feel better.
Made
a million calls yesterday and it was good to sit in one place
and get work done. I wrote a few pages of Fin, but that is slow-going.
I've managed to trim one page off the first-draft and I'm hoping
to take a few more off. The present version is at about 65 pages
which is pretty much on target, as it ends where the Second Act
begins, I just don't know where to take it from where I leave
off: With Mason Thorpe saying goodbye to Butch at Midway Island.
I
also called swell.com and pushed them on the Video Awards. I think
they're lagging, but apparently they are either firing all their
Tech Guys, or they are on vacation and will be swamped when they
get back. I think the Video Awards is what the web was designed
for. I've told them just give me a Tech Guy and Fran and I'll
write it and organize it and they can just approve what I do and
forget about it. They don't even have to pay me. It will be a
fun project and a way to schnib SURFER a little bit. If the SURFER
dingalings don't like it, I'll just tell them to steal their own
idea. The Video Awards is mine.
Also
got an edited version of my Jay Moriarity Memorial from Surfer's
Path. They took bits and pieces from both versions and made something
passable. It will work. Here it is.
LIVE
LIKE JAY James Michael Moriarity: 1978 - 2001
When
Jay Moriarity went over the falls at Mavericks in December of
1994, Jeff Clark claimed that was the biggest wave anyone had
attempted at Mavericks up to that point. Jay was 16. He was
a 16-year-old longboarder who didn't give a shit what others
thought, and rode what he wanted to ride; a kid who got off
his shift at Pleasure Pizza in his hometown of Santa Cruz, California,
and midnight-surfed 10-foot First Peak the night before, charged
up to Mavericks on a few hours' sleep, and banzaied the first
bomb that came his way. He bounced off the bottom where no one
but urchin divers had ever touched bottom, shook it off, paddled
back out, got a half dozen bombs and then went home to get grounded
by his Mom.
Seven
years later, Jay Moriarity had matured from an obsessed, kamikaze
kid to a mature man and great surfer. Jay wisely avoided all
the traps and pitfalls of growing up in Santa Cruz as a very
talented surfer. He was more a country boy than a nicknamed,
tattooed verminous surfer punk. He was humble and polite, dedicated
but unassuming. Talented, and doing what we all inwardly or
outwardly wanted to do: Honouring the ocean by living up to
it.
The
drowning of Jay Moriarity in the Maldives on Friday, June 15
sent shock waves throughout the surfing world. People who knew
him and people who didn't were stricken in ways some couldn't
understand. Newspapers and TV news around the world reported
the passing of this famous big-wave surfer; the kid who went
over the falls at Mavericks; the kid who traveled the world
for his sponsor, O'Neill, teaching kids how to surf. There were
tributes high and low, and for proof of Jay's effect on the
world, you only needed to log onto Aggroville, the chat forum
on www.MavSurfer.com.
Within
the next week and beyond, Aggroville was awash in more than
300 posts, all about Jay, from family, friends, bros and strangers.
There were short and long tributes from people who knew him
and people who knew of him; from people he had taught and people
from whom he had learned. There were posts from Santa Cruz,
England, South Africa and around the world, and if you read
them all, the words that kept popping up most often were "smile,"
"stoked," "tragic," "How?" and "Why?"
OUR
OCEAN TEACHER
Name: The Spears Family (spider-we053.proxy.aol.com)
Date: 06-18-01 11:57
We
are all deeply shocked by the news in this little part of England.
We live near Croyde beach where Jay and the O'Neill Academy
came to introduce grommets to our wonderful sport. Both Connor
and Kathleen were taught by Jay the basics of surfboard control
and both were looking forward so much to meeting him again this
weekend.
Our thoughts are with Jays family and friends.
We will never forget him.
Ester,
Barbara, Connor & Kathleen
Jay Moriarity was very close to that rarest of things: a pure
talent and a pure soul. Talented and sincere, determined and
ambitious, friendly and compassionate, happy and content, he
was successful in his teens, going full steam in his early 20s
and still on his way up, eager for more. The ocean made Jay.
He was a Made Guy, a Stoked Guy who paddled out everywhere with
a big smile on his kisser, and kept it there. The first and
last thing anyone noticed was his ever-present smile, and then
the easy-going personality faded in behind that big grin. Everyone
who met Jay was put at ease by that pure stoke. Everyone who
met Jay admired him and even envied him. Here was a guy who
had it, was glad he had it, knew what to do with it, was willing
to share it and wouldn't dream of tarnishing it. But the ocean,
in its weird wisdom, decided to take his breath, and left the
rest of us gasping. Live like Jay
A
bit of a jumble, as if they'd taken both my stories and thrown
them in a blender and poured them into a Word Processor, but it
will work. And every little bit of dough helps.
Looks
like I'll hang around here today and get organized and get some
work done and maybe head on out tomorrow. The money is getting
low again and I don't think I'll be paid until this Friday. That
check should last me a while, and then what?
I'll
think of something. Just need to economize and start doing this
trip the way I originally intended: sleep for free in the van,
cook for myself. Alaska on $5 a day.
I
can do that, and it will begin when I leave here.
Ike
says hello. I'm bumping him with the back of my head. He's a good
headrest and a good cat. Spoiled rotten and a mixer, but a good
cat naytheless.
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TRAVELS
WITH IKE
July 17, 2001
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ALASKA 2000
November 19, 2000
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November 12-13, 2000
November 11, 2000
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September 30, 2000
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September 14, 2000
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September 10, 2000
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September 8, 2000
September
8, 2000
PHOTOS
October 1, 2000
October 1, 2000
September 27, 2000
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