When surfing isn't good enough...

Going for a surf makes everything better... this is almost true even for bad surf sessions, but not entirely. I picked up Bluepath on Thursday, and went out at Cox Bay with the Britannia. Bluepath needs to be stripped of wax and re-waxed-- the big post-surgical wax bald spot cannot be covered up. I still haven't gotten around to doing that. The surf wasn't great that night... I got a few rides, but otherwise just froze in my holey wetsuit... there was even a big hole in my right mitt, which made for a frozen right hand. And despite its not having been a crowded beach, no matter where I went, there were these two people just on the inside of where I was. It was as if they were following me... perhaps they were... and really wanted to get hit by an 11' board. It sort of sucked, if that's possible.

I don't seem to be taking bad surfs very well. Yesterday, for the first time in forever, I sat on the couch and watched TV. I watched some sort of a sci-fi horror movie in which shoppers get trapped in a grocery store by mist and gigantic bugs from another dimension. It was like nothing I would ever watch... and I couldn't stop watching it. Its similarity to Jose Saramago's Blindness made me want to see exactly how this was going to end... but while Saramago's novel was obviously an exercise in illustrating just how horrible people are (and, according to T., the all-redemptive power of women, with which he disagrees (both the power and, likely, women in general), and with which I also disagree, but for entirely different reasons), this movie had far too many improbable heroes in it for that to have been the point. There also seemed to be a discriminatory treatment of suicide over murder, which almost seems to say that it's okay to kill people if they don't want to die, but not okay if they do. It all made very little sense. And the deus ex machina was the US military...which was an appropriately comic end to a very strange movie. Overall, I would have to say that it was worthwhile... because despite the fact that you know all along that there's going to be a really stupid ending, it's intriguing enough that you want to know just what this stupid ending is.

In case you were wondering why I'm not going climbing on the days when I'm not surfing, it's because I seem to have rather severely sprained both of my middle fingertips. I suspect it's overuse from climbing and hanging on to tiny little holds far longer than I ought to have had... but who knows... it could be anything.