Royal Pains

Don't know if you've seen the TV series Royal Pains on USA Network, but it's very entertaining. It concerns a "concierge doctor" on call to the rich, famous, zonked-out, and totally psycho in a Richistan haven called The Hamptons, which is out on Long Island.

The Hamptons is a real place. I spent this weekend visiting friends out there.

Nice little $28,000,000 beachfront love shack


Another one.


One thing money cannot buy is good surf. This blown-out lumpy mess is considered epic conditions by the local surfers. Guh....ross! I wouldn't paddle out into this sick blecccch for all the tea in China.
It's October here, the water is about 54 degrees and the air temp is about the same, so the hearty, brave souls around here paddle out into this dreck wearing 5 mil wetsuits, complete with balaclava hoods, gloves, and booties. I shot the shit with a few of the local boyz down at the beach this morning as they waxed up their boards, guys who were stoked to surf in this. Nice guys, but crazy as shithouse rats.

Bexel Flypack. Don't Leave Home Without It

Obviously, floating a production truck to Bermuda is impractical. Bexel's FlyPack solves that problem. Very cool.

Audio world.

EVS World



Not a bad place to hold a golf tournament.

Most of the crew is staying next door at the Pompano Beach Club. Five minute walk to work.

Lost in Translation, Miami Style

I'm sitting in the American Airlines Admiral's Club at Miami Airport.

En route to Bermuda for the PGA Grand Slam of Golf.

The date is October 17. Autumn has barely begun. It's snowing to beat the band in New York. Here in Miami, it's 92 degrees.

In the AC, there's a room called "The Bose Room", where the chairs are wired for satellite radio. Each console has a variety of stations.


I'm guessing the guy who programmed the abbreviations into the consoles is either extraordinarily dumb, an extraordinary smartass, or, as is the case with a very high percentage of Miami residents, English is not his 1st language.

Orianthi Panagaris

Wow.

Just.....wow.

As Carlos Santana says, "seriously ass-whupping".