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Suicide Centerfolds Model: Eowyn Silverstein
Set: The Field
Photography By: Voltaire Serpente
Location: Build Set By: Voltaire Serpente
Suicide Centerfolds Model: Mai Cisse
Set: I Rock
Photography By: Mai Cisse
Location: Set By Mai Cisse
Suicide Centerfolds Model: Elmo Zeplin
Set: Tank Girl
Photography By: Voltaire Serpente
Location: Build Set By: Voltaire Serpente
Suicide Centerfolds Model: Elmo Zeplin
Set: Tank Girl
Photography By: Voltaire Serpente
Location: Build Set By: Voltaire Serpente
Noosa Main Beach, Queensland.
Winner Best Surf Club QLD 2013
'The first steps in the history of the Noosa Heads SLSC occurred on April 1, 1928 when Alexandra Headlands Club visited Tewantin and "the Heads" to give a display for local men. And so began the "Cooroy Royal Life and Surf Club". A public meeting was held on 9th April 1928 at Cooroy and on April 30 the name was changed to Noosa Heads Royal Life and Surf Club. In December 1928 thirteen members gained their Royal Life Saving Society Still Water and Surf Bronze, thus qualifying to patrol the beach.
In 1929 a club House was placed on the beach and in May 1931 the name was changed to Noosa Life Saving and Surf Club. Since then the club has continued to patrol the beach with the proud record of no lives lost on Noosa Beach while lifesavers were on patrol.
In the 2008/2009 season the club underwent a major refurbishment. We are now very proud to have a clubhouse rated as one of the finest on the Sunshine Coast with "the best seat on the beach". '
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Sunday morning is not time for a crappy Pub League football game. On sunday morning, we all meet on the beach for our weekly SLSC : swimming, rowing and paddling.
All kind of boards, all kind of ages (from 5 years old to no limit years old) in the same sea.
I wish we had such clubs on Atlantic ocean.
Dimanche matin, on oublie Téléfoot. On prend notre plus beau maillot de bain, le bonnet avec l'elastique sous le menton et on court tous à la baille. a partir de 5 ans et jusqu'à tant qu'on peut (et certains peuvent longtemps), avec ou sans planche, ce matin, c'est donc Club SNSM.
Selon la plage, on peut se retrouver à quelques centaines (Cronulla, pépinière de sauveteurs en mer) et on rame sans fin.
Plus qu'à monter un club à Plouharnel l'année prochaine (bien mieux que le hand ou le karaté, je promets).
Opening soon.
The old building has been demolished to make way for a brand-new, state-of-the-art building.
Suicide Centerfolds Model: Elmo Zeplin
Set: Tank Girl
Photography By: Voltaire Serpente
Location: Build Set By: Voltaire Serpente
Suicide Centerfolds Model: Mai Cisse
Set: I Rock
Photography By: Mai Cisse
Location: Set By Mai Cisse
Suicide Centerfolds Model: Elmo Zeplin
Set: Tank Girl
Photography By: Voltaire Serpente
Location: Build Set By: Voltaire Serpente
Suicide Centerfolds Model: Eowyn Silverstein
Set: The Field
Photography By: Voltaire Serpente
Location: Build Set By: Voltaire Serpente
Coming Soon to The Silver Lake Park.
A 2014 Silver Lake Ski Club Production
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Suicide Centerfolds Model: Elmo Zeplin
Set: Tank Girl
Photography By: Voltaire Serpente
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Tamarama, yesterday they said it had overtaken point piper as Sydney's most expensive suburb….. only on default though! Point Piper had sold less than 10 properties so they were unable to have a median price.
Can always dream to live in either suburb!
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29 Palm Beach (Qld) SLSC training Indonesians in First Aid, Waja SLSC, Kuta Beach, Bali, Indonesia. September 1977.
The bearded Trevor (TBone) Bone was the team first aid instructor. TBone was our swashbuckling, global circumnavigating, man-of-the-world, and glittering-eyed pirate. He was man who simply exuded confidence and competence and would have been at ease in social settings involving head-hunting cannibals, European aristocracy, Maoist guerillas, Tibetan Lamas or anyone else for that matter -- provided that they served a decent rum. TBone was a man for all seasons. Nothing alarmed him, nobody frightened him, no circumstance could unnerve him, his composure was unshakable and he was always relaxed. TBone was the most resourceful and adaptable man I have ever met. He could have taught Ernest Shackleton the arts of survival and team encouragement. How will I navigate a yacht from Port Moresby to Mozambique? I'll tech myself to use a sextant and plot a course. How do you avoid being attacked by a crocodile while camping at a billabong? What's the best way to survive a tropical cyclone? How would you lift a tonne of marble bath out of a historical home? How when managing a yatch club do you deal with staff who overindulge in betel nut? Which London venues were most likely to feature Acker Bilk and his clarinet and could you introduce me to him please? TBone had the answers to these questions and many more.
Unsurprisingly he easily communicated with the trainees, imparting his knowlege and confidence. TBone and Gil Graham were quite a dynamic duo, with Gil's expansive entrepreneurialism and TBone's steady resourcefulness being a good foundation for any venture.
Our trainees were a diverse crew drawn from all walks of life and from across Indonesia. Michael, the curly haired man on the right was from Timor. The slim young man was the disco king of Kuta. He ruled the dance floor at the only nightclub in town, 'Doggies', inventively named for the two huge statues of dogs at its entrance. I wish I could recall his name. He attempted to teach me the 'Bus Stop', but may as well have attempted the 'Tangle-footed Pangolin' for all that I learned. He did try though. One local actually did bring a pangolin into Doggies. John (Goanna) Mackay took one look at the armoured creature hanging by its prehensile tail and said "It's an armadillo!" If so it was the world's only tree climbing armadillo and it was on holidays from the Americas. The local man saw my skeptical expression and asked "What is this in your language?" Not wanting a taxonomic argument with Goanna I laughed and responded, "Mate, if this bloke says that it's an armadillo, then it's an armadillo."
35 Palm Beach (Qld) SLSC training Indonesians in swimming, Kartika Plaza, Kuta Beach, Bali, Indonesia. September 1977.
Guri (Gookie) Lluka developed a special bond with the trainees. Gookie was a big Albanian Australian with the build of a wrestler. Barry Magnus informed the Indonesians that the barrel chested Gookie was 'Mr Buddha'. This delighted them and rather than try getting their tongues around 'Guri' or 'Gookie' they happily addressed Gookie as 'Mr Buddha'. Gookie had been called worse so he took the name in his stride. For the smooth-skinned Indonesians the most spectacular thing about Gookie was not his bearlike physique, but rather the thick pelt of hair that covered his body. Well, most of his body. Gookie's scalp was showing more skin than hair. We told the trainees that the hair had migrated from his head to his body -- which amused them greatly. It amused them even more when we continually told Gookie it was time he took off his gorilla suit. Gookie of course responded with his usual tirade of feigned outrage, which initially baffled the Indonesians, but soon delighted them when they understood the game.
Gookie's patience was endless and his humour unfailing. While both came to him naturally, putting in over twenty years behind the wheel of a taxi battling traffic and helping passengers solve often-bizarre problems had certainly given him a unique approach to people. Gookie was loud, cheerful and extremely cheeky. His language was larrikin Australian and if the had no idea what "Up periscope!", "Krakatoa! The island's sinking!" or "Hey, Johnno! What does it mean if you've got sore murgatroids?" actually meant, the context of the question, statement or instruction was clear.
Gookie always has had a way with words. When teaching his pupils resuscitation Gookie told them that when inflating a patient's lungs it was bad if "You hear a sound like a volcano rumble in his guts". This meant that they were inflating the stomach rather than the lungs. On one occasion Gookie spied a pony drawn cab in Denpasar. He therefore decided to climb up into the sulky and make the acquaintance of a brother taxi driver. The man's eyes were as wide as dinner plates as he found his cab invaded by a large, grinning, hairy man wearing a black fez and looking much like a mischievous Ottoman Turk. Gookie reassured his colleague by soothing him with a mantra of "Me taxi driver" even as he took the reins from the driver's hands. Whether the man understood that he was in the presence of a fellow cabbie or was just too scared to try ejecting a fez wearing colossus from his cab I don't know. The driver did looked relieved though when Gookie had finished familiarizing himself with a one horse power taxi and had alighted.
Suicide Centerfolds Model: Eowyn Silverstein
Set: The Field
Photography By: Voltaire Serpente
Location: Build Set By: Voltaire Serpente
Suicide Centerfolds Model: Kyla Radikal
Set: Hello Nurse
Photography By: Voltaire Serpente
Location: Crack Den RP Sim
Suicide Centerfolds Model: Eowyn Silverstein
Set: The Field
Photography By: Voltaire Serpente
Location: Build Set By: Voltaire Serpente
While the Jökulsárlón SLSC was on patrol, no Icelander drowned at Jökulsárlón beach.
I put a couple of videos of my trip on youtube
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Silver Lake Ski Club
Show - June 14, 2016
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Shakespeare, Second Life: The SL Shakespeare Company last month announced its Fourteen Pillars Fundraising Campaign, whose goal is to fill up all fourteen pillars to raise L$14 million, L$1 million per pillar. On Friday, July 18, to kick start the closing weekend of its month-long Twelfth Night staged reading series, the troupe plans to hold a "Twelfth Night MegaFundundraiser" in attempt to fill up the first pillar.
At 1 pm on Friday the 18th, seven actors will be jailed for their acting crimes by "an evil director," likely Enniv Zarf, producer and director of the Twelfth Night staged reading series. Each actor's bail will be set to L$100,000. Their goal is to woo the audience with only improv acting and their wits. Enniv Zarf explains, "The practical point is to get all of them out by 7 PM so that we can give the encore performance at our previously scheduled time."
For the remaining L$300,000, the Company also plans to turn the SL Globe Theatre into a true black box theatre-"black, black, and nothing else"-in the historic first ransom of a virtual building.
Ina Centaur, artistic director and executive producer, comments, "We are truly what we say we are-a group of thespians and other professionals dedicated to our craft, bound together by Shakespeare, and way-too-excited to wait for outside funding before beginning something truly spectacular within the virtual world of Second Life. Furthermore, beyond the fact that we are trying to be Shakespeare's analogue in live virtual theatre (the man was the foundation of modern theatre; we aim to establish the foundation of virtual theatre), we are also trying to create good within and for the audience of a virtual world that has more often been associated with the bad. In turn, though the money would be raised to create the good within, we believe this good will flow out of Second Life through the positive impact of the experience we create."
Centaur has also been involved with numerous fundraisers based in Second Life, most notably her recent notable contributions in the Second Life Relay for Life campaigns. Despite her success she holds uncertainty in this upcoming fundraiser, "While my RFL teams together have raised over L$3 million through passive efforts and huge bursts through short-term events, we had the relatively easy job of campaigning for an existing and well-established charity for a direct health-related cause. Albeit The SL Shakespeare Company is known to be a source of good in Second Life, the concept of campaigning for major funding for a good within Second Life may be too revolutionary for others to get. We've got some tough mileage ahead, both with the technology and production mechanics, and also with convincing people of our ideas… We'll just have to see what happens."
26 Palm Beach (Qld) SLSC Kartika Plaza accommodation, Left to Right; Ken (Knuckle) Ryan, Lloyd (Log) Kenny, Ken (Wolfman) Warner, Palm Beach (Qld) SLSC instructional tour, Kuta, Bali, Indonesia. September 1977.
Our accommodation in Kuta was Kartika Plaza, a collection of duplex bungalows just behind the fore dunes. This was very convenient as we could literally walk from breakfast to work in about one minute. While not 'well appointed' the room was not exactly 'spartan', boasting an indoor toilet and shower. I shared with Ken Ryan, while a short snore away were Ken Warner and Lloyd Kenny. It was all good, clean family fun. We would debrief on the veranda after a day's work, making serious inroads into our duty free spirits as we discussed the day just past and the day to come. When our licit drinks were exhausted we tried arak, a rather interesting local spirit. It had character, which was good as there was little else to recommend it.
Except the swimming pool and a waitress called -- wait for it -- Hayoo, Kartika had little to recommend it either. Hayoo was marvelous. Whenever we bellowed "Hey you!" she came running with an eager look in her eye happy to giggle and joke and serve whatever we ordered. At the end of our stay we informed Hayoo that we liked her so much that we were taking her back to Australia. She giggled and said "Husband will cry" with barely enough conviction for a seemly public declination of our invitation. I thought she was about to add in a whisper "But that's his problem and I can be packed to leave in an hour", but thankfully she did not.
We were in the habit of catching a bit of sleep after lunch. Our siesta was once interrupted by -- of all things on a volcanic island -- an earthquake. If we were thunderstruck that the earth had moved the locals barely yawned. So the earth shook a bit? Nothing fell over and no one was hurt. In fact we barely felt it. What's the problem? The earth -- that dependable, solid, predictable thing on which I live and have my being -- lurched about like a drunken sailor -- that's the problem. Well, learn to view things a little differently and you won't be so upset. Easy for you Indonesians to say that ... drought, fire, flood and tempest, these I understand ... but the earth jumping up and down? -- that's not natural.