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How would you like to stand like a God before the crest of a monster
billow, always rushing to the bottom of a hill and never reaching its
base, and to come rushing in for a half mile at express speed, in
graceful attitude, until you reach the beach and step easily from the
wave? -- Duke Kahanamoku
A man ought to do what he thinks is right. If everything isn't black and white, I say, 'Why the hell not?' -- John "The Duke" Wayne |
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The rising generation is longing for classical epics. Somewhere away out there, beyond the desert's shimmering mirage, the High Plains Drifter is heading back on home. My name is Dr. E, and I love surfing & classic Westerns. I love The Odyssey, Hamlet, and Dante's Inferno, for there are no higher adventures nor greater waves. I love those lonely Malibu mornings like we had just last week, when the waves Thunder on down like that Old Testament God from Sergio Leone's Fistful of Dollars. Johnny Cash salutes him in "When the man comes around," and I hear that Him in those waves, thundering like horses with white manes. Odysseus returns on home, or The Man With No Name rides on into town, as humble beggars and prophets and poets. And they always push the stranger to the edge--calling on down the Thunder.
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The Best. Movie. Ever. & The.
Best. Score. Ever.
Sergio Leone's Fistful of Dollars.
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Time's relentless, towering waves will toss and
twist you--hurl you up
and dash
you down--unless you learn how to ride 'em. And you ain't gonna do that
on shore. You might think it's safe sitting there, but ain't nobody out
of time's reach--Time's waves wash over all, leaving us as we
were
before we began.
Even if you spend your life in a Cave with the TV turned on, thinking the shadows are etenrity's reality, time's tide will tell you otherwise. Witness the duel in The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly--hear the score by Ennio Morricone--and see what eternal art is about.
And make no mistake--they're gonna tell you it ain't safe out there--that it's safer in a cubicle, with a pension and benefits. Call the bluff and catch the wave--45 SURF. |

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There's so much talk these days obscuring the simple. So much emphasis
on the superficial, obscuring the soul. So much time spent trying to
string eternity's bow with fleeting fads and pop psychology. So many
watching shadows
dancing on the cave's wall, bickering over a reality that ain't even
real.
THE GOOD, THE BAD, & THE UGLY Well, 45 SURF is about calling 'em out. It's about calling the bluff and reading The Odyssey and the Gospels and Hamlet and Dante's Inferno for yourself--then we can talk. For there's a difference between standing on shore and watching, and riding that wave--and until you've owned the risk, you'll never own the reward. Until you stand where I've stood, there's so need for you to talk 'bout shouldn't and should. |
| "What if," I found myslef wondering while surfing off of Hatteras in NC one Autumn, "What if the fourth dimension was moving relative to the three spatial dimesnions. Then matter could surf it, and yet stay in one place, just as the surfer stays in one place relative to the wave, but moves towards the shore. And so it is that 45 SURF is also all about Dr. E's Moving Dimensions Theory--a theory which calls String Theory's en route to unifying quantum mechanics and relativity via a simple postulate--the fourth dimension is expanding relative to the three spatial dimensions. The equivalence between mass and energgy, given by E=mc2, arises because photons are matter that "surfs" the expanding fourth dimension. The first treatment of MDT was given in Dr. E's dissertation on an artificial retina for the blind. |
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45 Surf is about a return to the Classics. A return to simplicity and
Truth's Beauty. It's about living by that higher code of honor shared
by Dante, Odysseus, Socrates, and Jesus--by John Wayne and the Man
with
No Name. It's about taking the hard,
long road both there and back, as only in the realm of rugged adventure
is our Character ever born. 45 Surf is all about bringing back the
handshake, a man's word, and a woman's infinite, deeper beauty.
"Ecce deus fortior me, qui veniens dominabitur michi," was how Dante put it. "Here is one greater than me who inspires me." Do you know who he was talking about? Beatrice. |

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From Carolina to California, there's a vast longing for rugged, higher
adventure--for rugged men and rugged women who can take the time to lay
it on the line. Rugged beauty is where it's at.
Look around and you will notice that the Classic Western is no longer made. The Paramount Ranch in Malibu is a ghost town--like the abandoned neighborhood of a forgotten factory. And yet, there is something that cannot be banned--your soul yet yearns for that greater dream--to know that far deeper love that Dante felt for Beatrice, that Odysseus felt for Penelope; that buoyed those words through time and translation; as the waves bouy the surfer who learns to ride those entities so many fear. So it is with the Great Books and Classics--you'll never know them from the shore--they're the highest adventures you'll ever know. For while climbing a mountain can let you see miles and miles, reading a classic lets you glimpse eternity. |
| I see so many in LA who have lost faith, and they don't even know it--so it is that those who have not, even that is taken away. I see so many who have given up, and they don't even know it. So many who expect nothing, and think that it makes no difference--to think, to be, to take action--so many who think they know what surfing is from watching shadows on a cave's wall--so many who think they know what the Bible is from what someone told them--so many who think they know physics and philosophy from a cereal box--so many who think they know love by feeling lone, sans thought's abstract, higher integrity--so many who have never read the Odyssey nor seen A Fistful of Dollars and The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly, and realized that Sergio Leone and and Homer were one and the same--two kindred souls, spearated by thousands of years--drawn towards faith and the family--towards the awesome Wonder of that Old Testament's God's thunder. So many who have been cheated on and lied to tehir whole lives, becuase they never knew that you've got to lay it on the line--that ain't noone--especially no Lotus Eater--is ever gonna do it for you. Welcome to 45 SURF. |
| And yet, there is something that cannot be banned--your soul yet yearns for that greater dream--to know that far deeper love that Dante felt for Beatrice, that Odysseus felt for Penelope; that buoyed those words through time and translation; as the waves bouy the surfer who learns to ride those entities so many fear. So it is with the Great Books and Classics--you'll never know them from the shore--they're the highest adventures you'll ever know. For while climbing a mountain can let you see miles and miles, reading a classic lets you glimpse eternity. |
| Make no mistake. 45 Surf is about that renaissance that has been a long time coming. So go pick up a copy of Dante's Inferno. Go read Fitzgerald's translation of The Odyssey. Go read the Constitution and The Declaration of Independence. o read Einstein's original words and papers--he wrote them for you--and within his words, yu dahll see more than beauty--you shall see a rugged, classic sincerity, shared by every immortal poet from Adam on down. And we're bringing it on back. Enough String Theory and postmodern poetry--the Renaissance is a rising. Many are called. . . |
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A vast, mysterious beauty surrounds us. Reach out for it as it
passes on by. Call the bluff. Catch the wave. Own the risk--own the
risk of a
renaissance.
For being born into this world was the greatest risk you'll ever take. Now all you've gotta do is own that life, or else life will own you. Live your dreams, as they were given as a most unique gift, and if you don't see 'em through, ain't noone gonna do it for you. |
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Sometimes you've got to think like a surfer--lie low, go with the flow,
and ride the wave. And sometimes you've got to be the cowboy--ride into
town, call the bluff, and face the music in the showdown. But surfer or
cowboy, you've go to own the risk--the risk of the renaissance.
"When a man with 45 meets a man with a rifle, you said, the man with a pistol's a dead man. Let's see if that's true. Go ahead, load up and shoot." --Sergio Leone's Fistful of Dollars
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