28 August, 2009

More Little Beach!


These photos were taken with my throw away Kodak water-proof camera, then scanned into my computer. I was quite impressed with the results. It's true, only real film can capture the true colors of this beautiful place.
While I know I have a map that says you can walk to Little beach, since the last season, that is now no longer true.

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Too bad, I know.
This years Little Beach finds include a dead logger head turtle, a strange injured bird that neither myself or my mother could identify, Very large rope off a ship, raccoon foot prints, lots of Mylar balloons, and many other pieces of trash.
My mother is OBSESSED with beach combing, and recently found a dead loggerhead turtle, some of the carcass had rotted out but not much, it was clear who the owner still was by both sight and by smell. She insisted that my father cut it out so she could add it to her growing collection of turtle shells in her garden.
After the awful duty of cutting out the gray and rotting meat, it still stunk and had a protective sack attached to the inside.
He tied a rope to it, and hung it in the water off our dock where the crabs decided that it was too disgusting for even bottom feeders. About a week after being under water, they put it under a bush for the insects to finish, where the smell was still to overwhelming to bear.
All this for more decoration for the garden.

Well we're almost back to a dog friendly beach, so I'm very excited!

18 August, 2009

Surf reports....

...and racoon eyes.

Giddy up, Juliana

Reading the blogs of others.

Thursday is the Brigantine Surf jam, and for the second time in my life I am competiting in the senior women's division. (Everyone gasps at how old I am) The first time I was 20 years old, and working as a maid at a hotel. It was 2004 and I looked and acted like a little kid.
I've been attempting to follow the surf reports to see how the next two days will be, because the competition has already been post poned from August 13th. While checking my surf report app, I found a button leading to a "dog man's blog", which I was very excited at this prospect! Only to be dissappointed by the fact it hadn't been updated since 2007!
Which reminded me what a shitty person I was for not updating my blogs!
There is much much more to come now with my new found respect for regularly updated blogs!
Forgive me public! I shall do better!

Giddy up, Juliana

22 July, 2009

Atlantic City and Revel an anonymous essay.


A quarter of the world’s population (1.5 Billion people) face East towards Mecca five times daily while praying for salvation, prosperity, and hope. They pray to Allah (a.k.a. GOD) for forgiveness and better days ahead in these uncertain times.

Thirty Five thousand people, (the population of Atlantic City, NJ), their leaders and elected officials , in recent days face North on the island at the financially unstable REVEL Resort and Casino. Despite the uncertainty of it ever being completed, the inhabitants continue to look North towards this “Bronze Beacon of Hope” as the ancient Egyptians did during the building of the Pyramids of Giza . The Revel it seems has become an iconic symbol of the ONLY hope left to resurrect the rapid demise of this East Coast Gambling “Mecca”, known to many simply as “AC”.

This belief, which the natives have so naively accepted, is nothing more than a propagandized campaign by local officials to appease the masses. Instead of admitting their catastrophic failures as incompetent leaders, plagued by massive bureaucracy, and self interest, they continue to blame the “recessionary economy” as the culprit for AC’s current state of affairs and insultingly point to the “Bronze Beacon of Hope” as the answer to all the problems.

The partially completed Revel Resort has taken on a life of its own as a Monolithic God whom all must worship and whose completion can only be equated to the coming of the Messiah. Upon its completion, “believers” will all be led to the “promised” land of a prosperous and once again vibrant Atlantic City.

As ludicrous and unbelievable as this may seem, it is the sad reality of what Atlantic City has become. It is human nature, as a face saving effort to avoid embarrassment, to shift blame where often it does not belong. While the current economy has contributed greatly to the current economic woes of AC, it is by no means the major cause. The steady decline of AC started years ago with competition from neighboring Ct and PA casinos. Inaction and aloofness by AC casinos and officials and the stubborn belief that the impact would be short term has proven to be catastrophic in the long run. Most importantly, the late response of trying to transform AC into a destination resort rather than simply a weekend gambling destination has been a failure.

So where did AC go wrong? How did this stunningly beautiful seaside jewel of the East Coast become dangerously close to extinction? How can a town with so much to offer to every visitor reach this point of uncertainty? The answer is not a simple one, especially as one gazes mesmerizingly at the glittering lights and breathtaking boardwalk. It has been a mutually orchestrated failure of local officials and casinos executives, whose greed and incompetency has formed the perfect storm of events that put AC where it is today.

Instead of finger pointing and name calling, may I suggest that those responsible and in the position of implementing change must unite for this once in a lifetime opportunity to save this beloved seaside resort. Any further mistakes will not only be unforgiveable, but ultimately catastrophic. Instead of waiting idly by for the completion of the Revel as the (ludicrous) ultimate solution, an aggressive and well thought out master plan must be immediately created and implemented. A plan that would include the demolition of these eye sores which are the abandoned buildings dotting the outer blocks of the City. A better plan must be implemented for making the boardwalk, the city’s greatest asset, family-friendly and safer at night. Hire a marketing firm to re-introduce Atlantic City as a destination resort and fire the firm that came up with the slogan, “..Atlantic City, always turned on…”. While there are obviously financial restrictions, a make over can be done inexpensively and expeditiously.

Casinos and hotels should re-train their staff on how to be client oriented, courteous and efficient. The older properties must invest in re-modeling their outdated, gaudy décor and spend more in aggressive advertising and promotion campaigns to bring visitors back. Aging and failing casinos should look towards The Borgata Hotel (Las Vegas, Macau, etc) and learn what is sellable and desirable in today’s gaming market. Struggling Casinos with hopes of survival should be encouraged to merge with more successful ones and there should be certain tax benefits for these mergers. Undesirable casinos resistant to such mergers should be left to close down once and for all. This is a “New World Order” and Survival of the Fittest is critical if there is any hope of survival.


While all these are merely logical suggestions there is at least a PLAN here. Would you not agree that its better than the current one? Oh wait there is NO PLAN right now. Unless you believe that Revel is the answer!!!

If you are one of those naïve Revel believers, good luck because this year, I hate to disappoint you, Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy and REVEL all “aint coming!”

03 July, 2009

The summer.

If they weren't here before, they are here now! Like an invasion they've taken over the roads, dominate the sidewalks, and even the bike paths aren't safe.
"I hate tourists" was heard only minutes before I began this post, pushing me to update, as I am well aware was long over due.

A friend of mine pointed out that this is a very bitter blog, something I must work to change. There are many times when I truely enjoy the island, especially this time of year when I only have the time to enjoy, not share with everyone else.

There's a lot on my mind lately which has left me rather vacant. Two days ago I was awake very early swimming with the dogs, and upon leaving the house I thought I had put on ALL of my swimsuit, but no.
After almost 20 minutes of swimming I'm standing in knee deep water, bikini top, pink leporard print panties. I quick ran and put on my pants and finished swimming in those. There wasn't anyone around, and I was grateful for that.

The touristas should give us locals a summer off, like they get.
Us working people loathe the term "summers off", it was only two days ago I went to a riduculous local bar ::cough::laguna::cough:: and met a girl from my childhood who was a school teacher in AC, and lived at her boyfriend's parents house and had the summers off.
That really must be nice. No bills, no responsibilities, and summers off. Sounds like childhood. At least she's contributing to society, but there's a great chance that what she's contributing is negative though. When I asked how she delt with urban special ed, she said "selective hearing", so who knows.

This is now the conclusion of our bus broadcast for the day, thank you for tuning in. 

We locals take the bus and cabs for the

Giddy up, Juliana

24 May, 2009

Memorial Day Yuppies

Brigantine Local
They come from the Philadelphia suburbs of both Pennsylvania and New Jersey. Each Friday, Saturday, and Sunday the Garden State Parkway both directions is backed up with...them.

Like a bad horror movie, "they're here". Pale, well dressed, sunglass wearing yuppies.

As if they were turtles returning to same beach they were hatched on, close to 11am on the Saturday before Memorial day, every year, these zombies drag their asses onto our fucking beach, coolers in tow. They leave plastic, cans, and glass where it lay. Dropping their broken beach chairs off on their way out, these people are locusts taking the good, and leaving their shit.

One of the best yuppie Brigantine summer leech viewing areas is the second Wawa parking lot. It's like the look out but better.
The sociology project that is the Brigantine Wawa's parking lot, has every varital of over privilaged youth. The smell of entitlement creeps down the surrounding streets at all hours, and stinks up the surrounding area that is almost compeltely locals that live on the island all year round.

The area around the second Wawa is largely dominated by rentals, and AC bus commuters. (Just an observation) Therefor seeing this is I am quite disturbed by the lameness that is this parking lot.

They drive their parent's hummers, and their sweet sixteen present SUVs. Meeting up in the parking lot is a rite of passage for the over grown children that cohabit with me in Brigantine for the summer.

Two years ago I verbally attacked a fellow surfer in a drunken rage due to his lack of shoes.
"If I can't bring my dog in here, why do you not have to wear shoes?"

On an extra personal note, today I littered ever floor in one of the Tropicana towers with magicican flyers barefoot.

What were we talking about?
Oh yea, tourists/snowbirds/yuppies they fucking suck...except they keep the economy going, lucky us.



23 April, 2009