big swell, big deal
its a beautifully sunny-69'!-day for The Mavericks, a big wave surfing competition for those who've allowed their adrenaline addiction to completely override any human sense of lurking death. these waves look like the hand of god returning to smite man for his transgressions. even cameramen can't be bothered with the usual constructs of good filmmaking at this thing. they keep their lens retracted to capture the full breadth of the wave and the athletes look like ants skirting a ten story blue prison wall. watching the videos and documentaries have renewed my conviction that surfing successfully combines all of my childhood and still latent fears, but i'm sure there'll be some afternoon when sarah gets me high enough or promises to go somewhere gentle and i concede to try again.
jim just called to tell me about the "best swell of the year" and sarah is no where in sight. these are the hours when my efforts seem silly and really important at the same time. i spent my weekend at expos, standing for hours on end and selling our "local, not-for-profit" to parents amongst the giants of the industry. i tried to overcome our rinkydink display and at times missing brochures with smiles and harassment of nervous 13 yearolds. its amazing how just calling out to these pimpled balls of insecurity brought a light to the eyes of those kids who knew they weren't going to theater camp in NYC, surfing in ireland, or hiking 300 miles across spain this summer.
i successfully ignored my birthday for most of the weekend as planned, except for the beer and burrito jim bought me and an-at times-awkward sf bar session with kim, this girl i worked with last fall. the best part was the nice array of phone messages from people many, many miles away. i think this might be why i'll never "strive to try" to really settle in here. mom thinks i should. a few days ago she asked me if i really thought i was in need of prolonged punishment. i guess theres a part of me that thinks december and january were just to fing good.
best moment: when emily asked me if i remembered saying "we lose all our best people to love," in reference to the revolution, of course.
jim just called to tell me about the "best swell of the year" and sarah is no where in sight. these are the hours when my efforts seem silly and really important at the same time. i spent my weekend at expos, standing for hours on end and selling our "local, not-for-profit" to parents amongst the giants of the industry. i tried to overcome our rinkydink display and at times missing brochures with smiles and harassment of nervous 13 yearolds. its amazing how just calling out to these pimpled balls of insecurity brought a light to the eyes of those kids who knew they weren't going to theater camp in NYC, surfing in ireland, or hiking 300 miles across spain this summer.
i successfully ignored my birthday for most of the weekend as planned, except for the beer and burrito jim bought me and an-at times-awkward sf bar session with kim, this girl i worked with last fall. the best part was the nice array of phone messages from people many, many miles away. i think this might be why i'll never "strive to try" to really settle in here. mom thinks i should. a few days ago she asked me if i really thought i was in need of prolonged punishment. i guess theres a part of me that thinks december and january were just to fing good.
best moment: when emily asked me if i remembered saying "we lose all our best people to love," in reference to the revolution, of course.