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sea of joy, a film by paul witzig, music by tully

Wayne Lynch's cutback remains contemporary, and Nat's antenna -hand still looks ridiculous, and why didn't Ted Spencer ever stand up straight?

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robert heeley

Mr Heeley (the artist) has got credentials, plenty of credentials, he also has a fine eye for the essence of a set of extremely georgeous peelers on a hot day - Just pretend it's Byron Bay in 1905 from the Pandanus cove, only you and me are there - and it's your turn to go out.

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cracker’s christmas – trapped in a surf shop

‘ You wanta EXPLAIN,’ exasperates Thommo, ‘ how a man with forty years of surfing this city from Cronulla to the Box has to deal with a hundred racks of dresses and bikinis and every fucken thing under the sun but fucken BOARDSHORTS?‘

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the rape palace

Do you just want to buy a few bottles of beer, or do you really want to come in here.

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kooks. what they need to know.

‘ I’m new at surfing and would like to know how one would define a kook?’ - this question answered here at length.

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gary birdsall, his art

Gary Birdsall's name should be whispered with great reverence, he has credentials - he's from Cronulla and he's a goofy foot. Gary also likes to do a bit of art .
Come with us on the journey.

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the great tsunamis

the great tsunamis 1293 to 2004

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koyaanisqatsi – life out of balance

The reason that director Godfrey Reggio excluded any dialogue in the film was that he thought that language was in a vast state of humiliation.

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advice to the school leaver

Journalism is less a profession and more of a form of trench warfare where the journalist’s trench sits midway between that of the subject of his current blasphemous diatribe and that of his choleric sub-editor.

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another history of bondi

One mile away to the south Bondi would greet the dawn like an overworked whore on a Sunday morning with dozens of French Letters littering her high water mark.

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atlas of australian surfing by mark warren ~ a review

Mr Warren has done well with this modest edition (pub 1988, 232 pages) and has claimed the middle ground of surfing literature with its success. Many Australians bought the book for one of two reasons - (1) it is an atlas and therefore holds promise of detailed maps, graphs and supplementary illustrations of the entire world of surfing and (2) to find out where that tasty left is on the cover.

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Terry T-Shirt

And when the long awaited set finally did arrive the only person in the right position to take it was Terry T-shirt, every bloody time. He had this uncanny knack of being able to time the arrival of the next set of waves, not only that but until his private alarm bell rang he’d be inside pinching all those waves as well, and all alone.

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the corporation and those who dwell in it.

She leaves a faint trail of Chypre fragrance throughout the upper floors and its teak paneled offices and it was her you saw sunbaking naked at Kings Beach four years ago.

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serial killers and surfboat crews

There’s going to be blood and misery out there, pain and humiliation; but after it’s all over some kind of kinship can develop between the sides.'

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harold budd and the cocteau twins

Years ago, when asked about the quality of the current range ambient music and what made his any different budd remarked that in his case he liked to have a little evil in the composition, something a little dark.

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weather report

in the day

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reuben and daphne

The wetsuit zipper strap didn’t survive Reuben’s sharp tug and it came away like a piece of cotton –

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the river kiosk

He sat with us uninvited. He drank. His smile flickered on and off. This lonely old alcoholic.

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the shadow at tallows

The first thing we did wrong was get out of the car.

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the deputy

Today a couple not known to him was standing on the crowded footpath outside the liquor shop. They were drinking beer and talking loudly, angrily. Alec spat and laughed silently to himself as he examined the short red velvet dress worn by the woman.

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