Haven't surfed in so long... I think I might be going slightly insane. I'm looking forward to the weekend though... I'll have plenty of daylight for surfing then... I just hope that this surf competition thing is out of here by then... the surf-- which hasn't been looking at all inviting in the last little while anyway-- is full of professional surfers.... who make the uninviting surf even less inviting.
But whatever. The weekend will come... there will be daylight... and there's got to be a beach somewhere with a wave. I hope the water temperature plunges to around 7 degrees... that might help keep a few people out of the water.
Tofino has been a little déprimant as of late... (everything, I've noticed, sound better in french to a lot of people... I don't know why... it doesn't to me... but like that cupcake store that somehow managed to for a very long time market the most unfrench thing on earth as french and actually get away with it, I'm going to randomly substitute french words for english ones... mostly because I'm bored... or... let's say... experiencing ennui... (but does it still count as french if it's in the OED? I'm guessing not)...)... anyway... I was at the grocery store, and ran into SAIS. We had another one of those empty conversations... and while talking to him, I noticed that there's a yellow wire-like thing on his ear... I asked him what was going on with his ear... and he touched his ears and asked me what was wrong with them... I pointed out the yellow thing on his ear... he checks it again, pulls it off, and says "Oh! that was an elastic band I was playing with! Ha Ha Ha!".... oy. He put a bright yellow elastic band around his ear (for god knows what reason) and then forgot about it. That's some serious boy genius of the brain right there. And then... while still at the co-op, I ran into the dude to whom I loaned my copy of DFW's Infinite Jest... he was definitely at one point able to read and appreciate such a masterpiece as Infinite Jest... but today when I saw him, he looked like something you would cross the street to avoid while strolling casually through the downtown eastside. And if that isn't totalement déprimant, I do not know what is.
I didn't make these people up. They exist out there, far beyond of the borders of my skull-sized kingdom. These are the sort of people by whom I am surrounded. Against this backdrop is ULTE1... who, I can insist, due to my obstinant refusal to dig further, knows more about Heidegger than I do... has abundant knowledge of modern (as in pre-post-modern) architecture and furniture design... and is conversant in subjects I have not heretofore even encountered. All I need to do to remain steadfast in my belief is to leave things as they are. Just don't scratch it. I'm not saying I don't think all this is actually the case, I do... but why take unnecessary risks?
To end today's post... something by Chateaubriand... Tout me lasse: je remorque avec peine mon ennui avec mes jours, et je vais partout baîllant ma vie.
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