(last year I may have said it was 4 years because my math skills sucks).
From Monday 23- Thursday 26th we're gonna put up 1 online Brahg quiz per day where you have a chance to win some of that "free shit." All answers will be submitted to email@example.com with a specific subject title and a winner announced daily.
You won't know what the prizes are until you've won. Could be a tee, could be a crewneck, could be a ca ca cooler...stay tuned!
You can't win any free shit if you are : Casual's personal friends, Casual employees, family, Uncles, Stultzy, soccer cousins, former interns, Casual team riders, & ex-girlfriends.
Pretty fucking awesome. It's basically a collection of things Mark Cunningham has found on the ocean floor over the span of 35 years.
Wonder what kind of weird stuff he found that wasn't surf related.
Images of Mark Cunningham’s massive ‘Fin Anemone’ sculpture and crusty relics rescued from the ocean floor. All on view now @ Partners & Spade as part of the Sruf Relics exhibition.
Mark Cunningham is the world’s premier bodysurfer. Born in Massachusetts and raised in Hawaii, he worked as a lifeguard for the City and County of Honolulu from 1976 to 2005, most of which was spent at Pipeline, the world’s most deadly wave. In towering, hollow surf he melded and contorted his body with the wave face, taking the sport of bodysurfing to unprecedented heights. On quiet, flat days he strapped on mask and snorkel and scoured the reefs and sandbars, plucking gold rings, lighters, fins, and fishing paraphernalia off the bottom.
“Surf Relics” features thirty-five years of Cunningham’s findings. Some pieces are more terrestrial than aquatic; others look as though they’ve been chewed, swallowed, and burped back up by the sea. They ooze a briny, “from whence we came” aura that suggests crustaceans.
Our good friends at SNOCON are giving away tons of great goodies to those who head down to donate blood. Give a pint and get a pint glass! Head down to show your support this Saturday and get hooked up.
“No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride...and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well...maybe chalk it off to forced conscious expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten.”
For those of you just tuning in, you should check out Part 1.
The 2nd dig actually took place Tuesday. Maris mentioned that there was more shit down there, so me and Jenn started digging towards the end of lunch.
Didn't take long til we struck gold again. Finally, a graphic tee. Might help us pin point the year.
"International _______ Of Elevator Constructors" July 18 1991
We kept finding these long threads of unraveled clothing which eventually led to another bag of goodies.
Next catch, a shredded red hat. Kinda freaked us out for a min. Basically anytime we had to pull out anything the color red.
Next up, a henley and pair of pants with red stains.
Looks pretty gnarly, but I picked up on something while we were pulling gold out of the ground.
A lot of the clothes have been in the ground so long that they were literally disintegrating. So some of the clothes looked like it had screen printing ink on them. But it was actually the cotton turning into this foul smelling paste.
I dunno about this one though...
Surprise, another bag.
By this point, I was expecting Jenn to find a head or get a handful of hair.
Not a head, but almost just as fucked up to find.
pair of socks, skirt, and one-piece swimsuit
After that last bag full of women's clothes we took a break.
A few hours go by and we just couldn't stop thinking about the gaping hole of dead people clothes.
So at 5 we went back to it. Sure enough another bag...
First find, a heavily stained crewneck.
Another graphic tee. The black ink stuff is actually disintegrated cotton.
Reversible Nike jersey, oldie but a goodie. A must have in my middle school years.
This was the bag that we were like "What the Fuck?!" over. What are you supposed to think when you find a diaper bag. Is there a used diaper in there? A dead baby? A head? Poop? Poop? Baby poop?
There was a vest in there that gave the bag a "used diaper" feel. Glad it wasn't. These rotten clothes already smelt awful on their own.
Peep the red stains on the vest. Stab wounds or rust stains?
Baseball tee, Marlboro lights, and a mystery green and gold piece.
The Zombie Sonics LIVE!!
A good omen indeed. Hope we get our team back soon. Bummed it wasn't in better condition.
This was pretty much the contents of the very last bag.
Got some poopy sweat shorts down below.
Maris starting digging again yesterday. She didn't find anything else, so she just filled it back in.
Not exactly sure where we go from here. I think Dano might look into who lived here before. He may turn his research into a book series. Something along the lines of "Girl With The Dragon Tattoo."
If it goes in that direction, Danny Trejo has agreed to play Papa Gino for the movie.
Stay tuned until we find some bones lining the wall of the basement.