Adventures of Hoogrrl!

A person who appears to be ambling aimlessly, but is secretly in search of adventure.

Every evening, Coconut Harry walks down the molasses encrusted road from his eponymous surf shop to watch the sunset on Playa Guiones. He stands on the bluff at the beach entrance, a small blue cooler hangs from one hand while a sweating can of Imperial beer nestles in the other. He is always shirtless, his body deeply bronzed by the sun and chiseled by years of surfing.

He gazes out at the ocean and the sky as tired, dripping surfers carrying surfboards under one arm return from the ocean. They pay respects as they pass.

“Hi, Harry.”
Harry nods imperceptibly and parts his lips in a slight smile.

“Howya doin’, Harry?”
Harry lifts his beer a couple inches to acknowledge the greeting.

As the sun sinks closer to the horizon and the colors fade away, he chats with a few locals. Asks them about their rides that day and talks about what the weather will be like in the morning. Harry surfs in the mornings, when the offshore winds hold up the waves in perfect, long cylinders.
This ritual lasts ten months of the year. When the rains kick up from September through November, he returns home to Virginia Beach, just as East Coast surfing improves with hurricane powered waves.

Nosara airport! Yes, that is the runway behind me and the little plane in which we flew to San Jose. The waiting area was a bench covered by a corrugated tin roof. The fence is mostly to keep the nearby cows from running onto the runway.

Charging the waves in Playa Guiones, Costa Rica.

Okay, so the waves weren’t exactly big the day the photographer happened to be on the beach, but look at that form!

My new buddy Lindsay, a Victoria’s Secret model!


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Three and a half days of hiking the Inca trail ended at the Intipunku (Sun Gate) before sunrise. I spent about an hour perched above Machu Picchu watching the sun overtake dawn’s grayness. This picture was taken in May 2005. (Chasqui is an Inca Trail hiker.)

PNHoffman ads

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This picture of our apartment has been appearing in PNHoffman ads around town. Note the adorable kitty in the background.

I found true love on Valentines Day!


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Latest addition:

Andy Warhol

Cow, 1971

Screenprint on wallpaper

45.5 ” x 29.75″

Published for a Warhol exhibition at the Whitney Museum of American Art, New York, May 1-June 13, 1971. Printed by Bill Miller’s Wallpaper Studio, Inc., New York. Published by Factory Additions, New York.


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We had a beautiful snowstorm over the weekend. Here’s a great photo taken by friend Soteri near his home in Cabin John, Maryland.

Yellow fever!

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A series of Renee Zellweger incidents have led me to believe that maybe I should just suck it up and admit that I look like her in a conceptual way. I don’t think I do but how can all these people be wrong? Following are a few (but not all) cases of mixed identity that illustrate my point:

1. I was sitting at the bar at Trusty’s on Capitol Hill with Dave S arguing about the hotness and the acting ability of various actors when he turned to the tubby ladies next to us and asked, “Who do you think is hotter, Hilary Swank or Renee Zellweger?” Each of their responses began with a meaningful nod in my direction. “Well, I can see why you’re asking it, I mean you DO look like Renee Zellweger, but Hilary Swank is a much better actress.”

2. A girlfriend and I arrived at the Rusty Rudder after a sun-prickled day at the beach and we circled around the bar to get our bearings—loud band, jello shots, Jagermeister. A slightly intoxicated fellow soon lobbed the first volley of the night. “Has anyone ever told you you look like Renee Zellweger?”

3. I visited a new boutique on my street that sells organic, free trade everything and the proprietor greeted me with, “Renee Zellweger just walked into our store!” It happened to be the day of his grand opening so there were many customers milling about as well as a news crew from a cable access television station. Everyone in the store perked up!

4. At a large, swanky Thanksgiving dinner party where I knew no one but the hostess, a refined woman of a certain age scrunched up her forehead while picking at her pumpkin cheesecake and wondered aloud, “You look like a Hollywood celebrity whose name I can’t remember.” I suggested, “Renee Zellwegger?” And she exclaimed, “Yes! That’s the one.” And others around the table chimed in, “You do look like Renee Zellweger!”

5. While helping me find a gift bag for some recent purchases, a gay store clerk pronounces, “You look just like Renee Zellweger!”

Nice teeth

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Last summer, a photographer told me I should consider commercial modeling because I have nice teeth. (No, I have never worn braces!) He also said I could make a living at it because commercial photography doesn’t require skinny, long-limbed, pouty-lipped, wide-eyed teens with luscious hair. Just regular looking people who aren’t too beautiful. These are a few shots from my first gig. I think I should have been the boss.