From: ludwig@cm.deakin.OZ.AU (Ludwig Omachen)
Newsgroups: alt.surfing
Subject: Re: A "TRIP" down memory lane....
Date: 31 Aug 92 06:11:59 GMT
Organization: Deakin University, Geelong, Australia

In article <1992Aug31.024115.12072@cs.uow.edu.au> u8801863@cs.uow.edu.au (Nigel Brendon Robinson) writes:
>For those of you who are new to alt.surfing I have kept 
>a post from ealier in the year and I thought it would be worth 
>re-posting as it's now out of circulation...
>How do we go about storing some of the stuff that comes into
>this group.It seems like alot of things just fade away...
>We need an archive site,but I don't know how to do
>that anyone else know ???? (Robert,Theresa,Clark,Lud ??? )
>It would be just like re-reading old surf-mags... :-)
>

Good suggestion Nig, I don't know how to set up an archive site,
but here is an alternative idea, perhaps different people could save
interesting articles on one particular topic or aspect of surfing,
each person saving articles which they have a particular
interest in.
(Or each person could save a small range of related topics)
Start off with a small range of topic's which could be added to or
refined later if there is enough interest ?

I'm sure that's done to a certain extent already ?, then all we need
to do is post a list of who saves what, and periodically post the list,
once a week, once a month, whatever. 
It still means people have to request the info, but in the absence of
an archive it may be better than nothing ?

This would share the "work" around, and perhaps make it easier for
people to find items of particular interest, rather than trying to
plough through one big archive.
I guess an archive could be organised by subject matter as well, but
that throw's all the work of maintaining it on to one person.


Cheer's, keep surfing,
Lud.

PS, since were tripping down memory lane, here's some more memorabilia,
to clutter up the net :-).




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From: dirk@cats.ucsc.edu (D.J. nifty suit & the Shark Fin)
Newsgroups: alt.surfing
Subject: It's Alive
Keywords: surfing without a net


Read the surfing net
and here's what you get
that bloat Lud 
who's rumored a Pud
there is Nigel
his mouth quite is agile
Jim the dong 
from Wall-o-gong
thier words blunder
from down under
they don't differentiate
thier friends from mate
now up on the top
where whitey's the cop 
land of Agro-not
think they're hot
to the camera nearer
not water clearer
oh that Aiery 
surfs very scary
Stanford Lief
with hellman grief
a duck from redondo
bitchin gnarly mondo
now there's dirk
and he's a real jirk

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From: leif@unixhub.SLAC.Stanford.EDU (Leif Eric Johnson)
Newsgroups: alt.surfing
Subject: Re: It's Alive

In a previous article dirk@cats.ucsc.edu (D.J. nifty suit & the Shark Fin) writes:
>
>Read the surfing net >and here's what you get
>that bloat Lud >who's rumored a Pud
>there is Nigel >his mouth quite is agile
>Jim the dong >from Wall-o-gong
>thier words blunder >from down under
>they don't differentiate >thier friends from mate
>now up on the top >where whitey's the cop 
>land of Agro-not >think they're hot
>to the camera nearer >not water clearer
>oh that Aiery >surfs very scary
>Stanford Lief >with hellman grief
>a duck from redondo >bitchin gnarly mondo
>now there's dirk >and he's a real jirk

Dirk, dirk, amusing jerk
sing your poem, then you smirk.
Pick on this dude, that dude, other
suck your thumb and run to mother.
Nail my good friend, john of Airey
as if he were a loser larry!
Talk down "bloat" Lud, what a jive
just 'cause his waste is 45 <---------inches, for you ozzie slobs :-)
And Nig, poor Nigel, way down south
gets chided for his vulgur mouth.
But I notice you're no rhyming lark
with your nifty suit, and fin of shark.
So let's just stick to surfing topic
I'm planning a trip this year to the tropic!
Down south the waves are good I hear
while the north half sucks for half a year.
But that's not why I wrote this poem
you disrupted our placid NETtish home.
But since your new here, do not fret
I hereby welcome you to the NET!
Later...
              -Leif       :-)  Ok, I'm a jerk too, so kill me!


From: mills@mcnc.org (Thomas David Mills)
Newsgroups: alt.surfing
Subject: flat


Hi folks,

It is flat flat flat, and I am itching for a surf somethin' awful.

Everyone seems to be turning out mushy poetry about surfing during
the dry spells, so I have my own little poem for your reading pleasure:




such silky sweeps
such smoothly flying spray
a sense of speed and power
like no other.
What a magical dance is this
water whispering so fast beneath me
and screaming chasing behind me.
I shall surf for all my life




We need some waves quick before things get out of hand around here.

Cheers, 
Tom

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From: ludwig@cm.deakin.OZ.AU (Ludwig Omachen)
Newsgroups: alt.surfing
Subject: more surf poetry
Keywords: surf, sex, sun, fun,

G'day gang,

as poetry seem's to be the go at the moment, here is another attempt at
rhyme.

>From memory, the mouth down south, Nigel :-), was the first to grace
the net with poetry, if you still have those early poem's Nig, how
about reposting them ?.


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Well here's a poem from us down under,
for all the gang up north that wonder,
why we down here would rather be,
away from work and in the sea.

Lud the pud is feeling good,
in the land of Oz down under.
With winter here, the waves you see,
come rolling in like thunder.

In the pre-dawn dark you have a yawn,
and listen for the thunder,
of the waves you hope will grace the dawn,
on a winter morn' down under.

You hear the sound, and in one swift bound,
are out of bed and running.
You load the car, and call the hound,
and get the old van gunning.

You crest the hill, and feel the chill,
of the offshore breeze that's blowing.
You glimpse the swell, as you come up on Bell's,
and see the lips are throwing.

You grab your stick, and paddle quick,
and stroke to reach the big one.
You spin and stroke, and fully stoked,
you pull into a tubed one.

With so few out you hoot and shout,
and share the wave's aplenty.
You make one out, and give a shout
'cause you never make too many.

Two hour's surf, on the new sleek gun,
has filled life's need of wave's and fun,
you catch one in, and looking back
you know the sea will draw you back.

So now it's time to quit the fun,
of surfing, friends, and early sun,
You race back home, exhausted in bed,
and hope your wife will give you hea?

But when sometimes this thought comes up,
you find your wife's already up,
Your rigid hopes have been in vain,
so back to sleep it is again.

Don't voice your anger you women, I pray
for here is what I mean to say,
It's also great to be at home,
and share your love with her alone.

On other day's such joy's must wait,
for the call of work dictate's our fate.
Though sometimes you can sneak in late,
if the surf is up, those day's you hate.

Sometime's huge swell's pump in at Bell's,
and make us s?it and wonder,
have we the ball's to go out there,
or would we just go under ?

With no Leif here to calm our fear,
or teach us how to hellman,
we're filled with doubt, and ponder,
the monstrous surf just yonder.

On other day's the fear's not there,
the waves don't have such thunder,
you race out there, and slash and tear,
and rip the waves asunder.

And when to work you finally get,
it's great to hook up to the net,
and share with friend's the world around,
the joy's of nature that we've all found.

And for those long spell's of surfless flat
you can dial the net and have a chat,
arrange a trip with friend's anew,
to chase away the the surfless blue's.

Well bye to all from us down under,
may you all be blessed with surf and thunder,
enjoy your life of surf and sun,
and keep us tuned with thing's you've done.




Cheer's all, keep surfing,
Lud.
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From: eddy@phakt.usc.edu (George Edmond Eddy)
Newsgroups: alt.surfing
Subject: Some please put a quater in the wave machine.


It's still flat, and i'm gettin fat
so i think i'll write a poem.
it's to Mother Nature and King Neptune,
do ya know 'em?
 
Oh, King, Mr. Neptune, deep in your aquatic throne,
Mom, with your consistently unpredicatable Nature,
you know we can never be at home,
lest we become engulfed in your turbulent waters.
 
oh please have pitty on us poor beached creatures.
if i can't surf and feel the wetness so free,
i might as well be eaten by leeches.
 
Please send us, miserable souls a swell, or two,
otherwise this poem is just the beggining,
of what a dried out surfer will do.
 
--
 
- rusty "yes, i'm keeping my day job" eddy
 
eddy@usc.edu
 
H.B. SUCKS! (the waves that is ;-)


QUIT
KS! (the waves that is ;-)
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From: kiviat@oasys.dt.navy.mil (Brian Kiviat)
Newsgroups: alt.surfing
Subject: Surf Report-Delaware, USA

Waves-Double overhead when lying on the board

NOTHING no waves at all. And I won't be going down to the beach for
the next 3 weeks. Life is like that sometimes.

I guess I'll just have to start this poetry thang.

There was a surfer from Nantucket
When the waves sucked he said fuck it
I'll move to Bells
to  ride the big swells
And tell my old boss to suck it

Well, it aint art but it's the best I can do.

-Brian
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From: x9999bsv@uflorida.cis.ufl.edu
Newsgroups: alt.surfing
Subject: poetry



Here's some more poetry, goons:

To surf or not to surf this
is NOT the question.....the question
is are the waves head high and
barreling or flat as a pancake.
Whether to melt in the sun only
because there is no surf or to
lusciously snatch it bald headed
off the lip.....this is the real
question. Or perchance to dream 
of taking a flight to the land 
of Aus....er....strike that, i meant
to say Cali....no....what i mean is
Flori......no that's not it either
i mean Pruneville, Ohio. Yes, it 
is by far better to go there and 
attempt to surf those huge 60 footers
on lake michigan than go to any
of those other sorry places. And
if sayest thou wilst say nee more
and go there with me lest i kick
thee out the back door..........!


Bye dudes
-Dan

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