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"\"&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http:\\/\\/surfingthemag.com\\/john-john-florence-111808.jpg&gt;&lt;\\/center&gt;&lt;\\/p&gt;\\n&lt;p&gt;My alarm goes off at 6:30 A.{{{M}}}. to the sound of rain pounding the steamy windows of the {{{Vans}}} house. The palms are chattering and the street outside is dead. I roll over, clammy from a serious lack of showering and a serious abundance of humidity and press \\u201cend\\u201d on my phone. Silence, except for the turbulence outside.&lt;\\/p&gt;\\n&lt;p&gt;Santa Cruz filmmaker Graham Nash is stirring in the living room, obviously mapping out plan B. Maybe some interviews with the Gudauskas brothers, Timmy Reyes, Jordy? But I\\u2019m heading into Haleiwa for some coffee. We\\u2019ll catch up later. Maybe I\\u2019ll pass something along the way that\\u2019s noteworthy.&lt;\\/p&gt;\\n&lt;p&gt;But nothing gives. A quick check of Rockies, Pipe, and Off-the-Wall reveals nothing \\u2014 just small, obliterated northeast wind swell. So I continue on. There\\u2019s a few people milling around the beach at Waimea, but then again, there\\u2019s always someone milling around the beach at Waimea. Jocko\\u2019s, Chun\\u2019s Lani\\u2019s\\u2026nada. The North Shore is still in bed. Well, it was Bruce\\u2019s birthday last night\\u2026.&lt;\\/p&gt;\\n&lt;p&gt;Once in the coffee shop, I stumble across the big news: LA is burning down, the economy is (surprise!) still shit and McDonald\\u2019s and Wal Mart\\u2019s earnings are up. Maybe that\\u2019s why things are quiet around here. But that doesn\\u2019t stop the dude in front of me from ordering a ${{{100}}} double-mocha-frappa-can-I-getta-chihuahua-with-thata drink. I get my coffee and split.&lt;\\/p&gt;\\n&lt;p&gt;Over at the harbor, the Reef Hawaiian Pro contest site is a ghost town. The stage that will have two champions dripping on its surface later this week is just dripping with over-flowing puddles of rainwater. This is kind of depressing.&lt;\\/p&gt;\\n&lt;p&gt;Then, on up Kam Highway, two heads bob in and out of short-period chunks at Log Cabins. One goes left, punts a four-footer, tweaks out the tail in the face of the wind and sticks it. It\\u2019s Nathan Fletcher. The other taker is John John. This is sorta noteworthy, actually. They\\u2019re even making it look fun out there. Graham\\u2019s on the beach \\u2014 he got it.&lt;\\/p&gt;\\n&lt;p&gt;But it\\u2019s not enough to stir the rest of pro surf world from their couches and movies and girlfriends and beer. No, today is the type of lay day that only the surf world can appreciate. So, I head back to the couch to wait\\u2026something\\u2019s bound to happen.&lt;\\/p&gt;\\n\""^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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