“So Get Up” by Ithaka (1992)
The end of the earth is upon us. Pretty soon it’ll all turn to dust. So get up! Forget the past. Go outside and have a blast. Go a thousand miles in a jet airplane. Go out of your mind go insane. To a place you never been before. Eat ice cream or you’ll lick […]
“So Get Up” by Ithaka – Portrait Drawing by Joel Faria
“So Get Up” by Ithaka – LYRICS: The end of the earth is upon us. Pretty soon it’ll all turn to dust. So get up. Forget the past. Go outside and have a blast. Go a thousand miles in a jet airplane. Go out of your mind go insane To a place you never been […]
So Get Up (& The Lost Acapellas) Ithaka’s New Vocal-Only Album
Californian-born writer and vocalist Ithaka (aka Ithaka Darin Pappas) relocated from his native Los Angeles in 1992 to Europe where the artist entered of six year period of hyper-creativity. There he wrote, vocalized, created sculptures and photographed among other activities. In 1993 he wrote a collection of poems for a daily audio segment he hosted […]
Fernando de Noronha
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… “Fernando de Noronha” (a clumsy name for a spectacular speck on the map) was written by Ithaka, and published in Transworld Surf magazine [ USA ], Blue magazine [ Germany ], and Extreme Experts magazine [ Greece]. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… The heat had been brutally intense the entire week, the sun weighing down on us like a sumo-wrestler in a dry sauna, but within […]
Return to the Motherland
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… “Return To The Motherland” was written by Ithaka, and published in The Surfers Journal [ USA ], Goodtimes magazine [ Greece ], Fluir magazine [ Brazil ] and Surf Portugal magazine. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… The year was 1991. My dad, (a New York Greek from The Bronx who had relocated to the west coast) had died of a chronic illness. Ironically, just weeks […]
Miracle at Malibu
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… “Miracle at Malibu” was written by Ithaka, and published in the book “Surf Story”, in 2009. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… August, The Summer of Hate It was a summer marked by a ridiculously high number of road rage incidents. Had the congested streets themselves caused the anger ? Or had the temper-fueled occurrences spawned worse than normal traffic […]
Zé dos Cães
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… “Zé dos Cães” was written by Ithaka, in 1993, and published in Water magazine for his column “Fishdaddy Chronicles”, in 2007. “In 1993, while publishing International Surf I received a manilla envelope from Portugal containing a short surf story by a social expat named Ithaka (aka Darin Pappas). The story, called Ze dos Caes, was poorly typed and much too long […]
Oxygen Falls
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… “Oxygen Falls” was written by Ithaka, and published in Water magazine for his column “Fishdaddy Chronicles”. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… I’d been here fourteen days, ever since they’d brought him home from the hospital. And for fourteen days in a row Zeus, Athena and I had walked; across the cotton field, through the lemon orchard, into The Reservation and […]
Morocco Is:
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… “Marocco Is:” was written by Ithaka, and published in Water magazine for his column “Fishdaddy Chronicles”. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Morocco is: The land of endless right point breaks Morocco is: Blue skies, sunshine, emerald green water, cactus, palms, rocks, dust, sand and wild flowers, golden dawns and psychedelic sunsets. Morocco is: Mint tea with two cubes of raw […]
Moema
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… “Moments of Insanity: Part 1” was written by Ithaka, and published in Water magazine for his column “Fishdaddy Chronicles”. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… I’d rented out my cell-sized apartment in Rio to a lesbian couple, both students of philosophy at a local university. I’d had a good stay in California; visited bros and family, and had my ears drilled […]