mind wanderings

On wet days like this, when the rain is coming down sideways and the thought of the greater bay area flushing its lovely load out through the golden gate keeps all but the foolhardy inside, one has ample time to ponder the refreshing starts the rains will bring, unless that is of course you are working...

How fondly I recall the bygone days of childhood swimming and playing away in the rainy deluges of summer, or the minute downpours of the tropics that were enough time for a lather but never a rinse. My mind takes me into the mountains where the storm is surly headed to drop its much quieter and softer cargo of water in a frozen state. I dream of the future adventures in lands less struck by the 48 hour rules of biohazard that can accompany precipitous events.

I love rainy days because its days like this that sprout the seeds of dreams. Oh look, a rainbow...

Mezcal minded

I will be the one who brings the cheap Mezcal on this expedition into the void known as "the internet" (what the fuck is the internet?), there will be no limes and certainly no salt; you know there is a saying about people who drink the stuff with limes and salt but for the life of me i can’t remember it right now. As the name alludes I break things and between the lot of us session-ing endlessly we break a shit load of things both physical and metaphysical, so ill be here to fix um the best my drunk bumbling mind and fingers can manage.

Cheek-Hole

Matt and I surfed OBSF today and put in at Lawton. The current was wicked and the pummeling we took on the way out even worse. After a 10-15 minute battle we emerged on the outside in time to catch a spectacular sunrise. The break was spitting turquoise monsters but only sporadically lining up. Matt disappeared on a large left and I didn't see him for a half-hour. I waited for a peaking right, made a steep drop, quick bottom turn, held a nice line and boosted out the back as a freight train of a left came at me.

I was stoked until I went for a left 5 minutes later. Paddling hard I committed as it walled up and closed out- thrashing me into oblivion. Somewhere along the rinse-and-repeat cycle I caught my board on my lower back and a fin to the right ass cheek. I can tell you that the gash really wasn't worth the drop- it's making for a long day at the office/idea barn. To make matters worse I caught another left in front of the Beach Chalet and skidded out abruptly, taking the lip on the head. At this point I'd about had it and rode the white wash in to the beach to find that I was missing my right fin and a large chunk of foam. It was probably the culprit who bit me earlier and wanted to escape. Thanks Red X Fin System- I should have known better than to rely on fins that screw in from the deck.

Limping back to my car I remembered the Obama Q&A session with the Republicans from last week where he fielded questions on everything from the health insurance initiative, to the bailout and tax breaks, to the future of coal. At least I don't have to deal with that heavy dose of reality everyday. Speaking of which- I found this entertaining clean coal satire earlier today. Hope you enjoy!