The surf was so super awesome today that the phrase super awesome has lost all meaning.
And what's more... I was doing really well. I caught two head high waves today and rode them all the way to the end... they were probably the biggest waves I've caught and ridden comfortably. And then later, on another wave, I actually (seriously, no kidding) made turns up and down the face of the wave, as oppose to ride straight down the line.
Seriously. No kidding. Probably my best session ever. I also caught a wave really close to someone who was paddling out, whereas before I probably would have not caught it, being not sufficiently confident that I had full control of where I was going so that I could be sure to not hit the dude.
By the end of the session, I was so tired I couldn't even throw myself in front of the white water to get back to the beach.
Seriously. No kidding.
SU-PER--AWE-SOME.
Seriously. No kidding.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Is the Oracle trying its hand at irony?
"A companion is an added strength."
Thanks, Oracle.
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Sunday, July 5, 2009
Mass Shaunodus
Yesterday, I had dinner with S. who is moving back to the mainland. I wasn't really prepared for the drama... and luckily managed to avoid it all. The drama came today via SMS... but I suppose it was all my fault, because really, I could have just not said anything and stayed perfectly quiet... which, retrospectively, is clearly what I should have done-- keep ones opinions to oneself.
And ULTE2 packed up his stuff and moved out again. I think this is the 3rd time, although I must admit that I'm having a little bit of difficulty keeping track. The process itself was drama-free, but that which necessarily led up to it was drama-filled. I do not like to raise my voice. I almost always prefer to walk away. (see, most of the time, I'm perfectly capable of keeping my opinions to myself) But what does one do when one is getting yelled at for no reason? This "You're too depressed, it's impossible to be around you" and "You're too happy, it's impossible to be around you" oscillation is reminiscent of the "office too cold" versus "office too hot" debate... only this seems to come from one person as opposed to two distinct parties who, I would imagine, experience temperatures differently. If this had begun as an experiment to see whether I could live with someone, it is a failed experiment. I think it is entirely possible for me to live with someone... just not ULTE2, who is looking for an excuse to move on anyway.
The thing with BNs is pretty much done. I am entirely happy with the conclusion, because it brought me to the Bluepath, which is a huge milestone in my life. I also received just enough additional information to understand the whole insistence on delusion-- it is all done in the name of assuaging one's conscience (not mine, my conscience is fine-- there's a lot to be said for consistent honesty and openness).
I'm still waiting for those stickers to arrive... and am becoming increasingly impatient. The hot weather has repeatedly melted the wax just enough that it's starting to flake off. I need to strip the board soon (yesterday)... but I want to strip it, put the sticker on, and *then* wax it. I don't want to have the stickers arrive and then have to wait for the next time I strip the board.
Surfrider. It's going to happen. We're going to make it happen. I ran into one of the people at Thursday's meeting while picking up stuff at the Co-op, and we chatted for a bit about how we're going to get things going (as far as I'm concerned, nothing ever goes quickly enough or efficiently enough). It turns out that this guy's girlfriend is the woman I've spoken with many times on the phone at my work and at my business-- and I'd always wondered whether or not she knew that she was referring business to the same person she was asking questions to at my office... and as it turns out, she appreciated my help so much that her boyfriend has heard about me... but none of all of this was connected until this evening.
And if you think this makes me feel like my world is shrinking, Simon's wife turns out to be the wedding coordinator that's been assigning weddings to ULTE2.
There are probably more connections... but I will avoid thinking about them. Otherwise I'd have "It's a small world afterall" playing on a loop inside my head... and if you think the song is annoying in English, you should hear it in Cantonese, which is the version my brain always defaults to. It hurts so much that I wish I had had a cyanide cap put on my teeth.
This whole exercise of opening and closing the Cox Bay washrooms is starting to make itself felt. I have to put on my hoodie and drive out to Cox Bay right now... instead of preparing for preparing breakfast... or sleeping... which seems like an excellent, if abstract concept from where I sit.
And ULTE2 packed up his stuff and moved out again. I think this is the 3rd time, although I must admit that I'm having a little bit of difficulty keeping track. The process itself was drama-free, but that which necessarily led up to it was drama-filled. I do not like to raise my voice. I almost always prefer to walk away. (see, most of the time, I'm perfectly capable of keeping my opinions to myself) But what does one do when one is getting yelled at for no reason? This "You're too depressed, it's impossible to be around you" and "You're too happy, it's impossible to be around you" oscillation is reminiscent of the "office too cold" versus "office too hot" debate... only this seems to come from one person as opposed to two distinct parties who, I would imagine, experience temperatures differently. If this had begun as an experiment to see whether I could live with someone, it is a failed experiment. I think it is entirely possible for me to live with someone... just not ULTE2, who is looking for an excuse to move on anyway.
The thing with BNs is pretty much done. I am entirely happy with the conclusion, because it brought me to the Bluepath, which is a huge milestone in my life. I also received just enough additional information to understand the whole insistence on delusion-- it is all done in the name of assuaging one's conscience (not mine, my conscience is fine-- there's a lot to be said for consistent honesty and openness).
I'm still waiting for those stickers to arrive... and am becoming increasingly impatient. The hot weather has repeatedly melted the wax just enough that it's starting to flake off. I need to strip the board soon (yesterday)... but I want to strip it, put the sticker on, and *then* wax it. I don't want to have the stickers arrive and then have to wait for the next time I strip the board.
Surfrider. It's going to happen. We're going to make it happen. I ran into one of the people at Thursday's meeting while picking up stuff at the Co-op, and we chatted for a bit about how we're going to get things going (as far as I'm concerned, nothing ever goes quickly enough or efficiently enough). It turns out that this guy's girlfriend is the woman I've spoken with many times on the phone at my work and at my business-- and I'd always wondered whether or not she knew that she was referring business to the same person she was asking questions to at my office... and as it turns out, she appreciated my help so much that her boyfriend has heard about me... but none of all of this was connected until this evening.
And if you think this makes me feel like my world is shrinking, Simon's wife turns out to be the wedding coordinator that's been assigning weddings to ULTE2.
There are probably more connections... but I will avoid thinking about them. Otherwise I'd have "It's a small world afterall" playing on a loop inside my head... and if you think the song is annoying in English, you should hear it in Cantonese, which is the version my brain always defaults to. It hurts so much that I wish I had had a cyanide cap put on my teeth.
This whole exercise of opening and closing the Cox Bay washrooms is starting to make itself felt. I have to put on my hoodie and drive out to Cox Bay right now... instead of preparing for preparing breakfast... or sleeping... which seems like an excellent, if abstract concept from where I sit.
Surf wax is not for note taking
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Saturday, July 4, 2009
What was Aristotle on about?
I remember reading, years ago, some sort of a treatise on sleep and wakefulness by some super dead classical philosopher. I haven't read any classical philosophy in so long that I can't remember who wrote it or what exactly the point was... but there was definitely something about the importance of sleep.
But who has time for sleeping in the summer?
I got up at 5:30AM and drove out to Cox Bay to do my volunteer surfrider duty. I got home at 6:15AM or so and started to prepare an early breakfast for a couple of guests I was very happy to have had. I really like the French... so much so that I'm going to order a set of coffee bowls to minimize confusion during breakfast. Once I served the 7AM breakfast, I checked in with ULTE2 to make sure he was going to serve the 8AM breakfast after I went to work. Then all hell broke loose, and he's moving out tomorrow. Owell. I guess it just isn't going to work. I don't have much sleep left to lose over it.
The day at work was, as always, interesting. Since I have recently been assigned a host of different duties, I decided to clean my desk on Tuesday. During one of the busiest days of the year, I managed to completely organize my desk. By the afternoon today, however, it had pretty much reverted back to what looks like utter chaos. I'm thinking it may be the desk. It's a third the size of that which was in my cushy cubicle with the herman miller chair. (okay, I admit it, I miss my old chair... but really, that's about the only thing I miss about that whole life left behind)
I registered for my courses today... so I'm now seriously a grad student. The somewhat amusing part was that for the last little bit, I had forgotten all about this whole business of the master's degree. Oops. Registration started almost two weeks ago. I never used to be quite this blasé.
Couched in the very centre of today (and yes, there is a centre) was a perfect surf. I was driving out with ULTE2 when I got a call from a friend who wants to borrow a big board. I drove back and got it, and met him at Long Beach. It was pretty crowded there... but it was crowded with all the right people. There was a community of surfers all having a good time. Right now, I am recalling a beautiful ride on the green... but I cannot recall whether this ride was today or yesterdays. When surf sesssions are as beautiful as what they have lately been, the magic blends the hours and days into colours and textures... and it becomes impossible to tally or record.
I love my board. The stickers still have not arrived. My board's namesake shall remain my board's namesake. I need the stickers to arrive so that I have one more reason to strip the wax.
I think I might get almost 5 hours of sleep tonight.
But who has time for sleeping in the summer?
I got up at 5:30AM and drove out to Cox Bay to do my volunteer surfrider duty. I got home at 6:15AM or so and started to prepare an early breakfast for a couple of guests I was very happy to have had. I really like the French... so much so that I'm going to order a set of coffee bowls to minimize confusion during breakfast. Once I served the 7AM breakfast, I checked in with ULTE2 to make sure he was going to serve the 8AM breakfast after I went to work. Then all hell broke loose, and he's moving out tomorrow. Owell. I guess it just isn't going to work. I don't have much sleep left to lose over it.
The day at work was, as always, interesting. Since I have recently been assigned a host of different duties, I decided to clean my desk on Tuesday. During one of the busiest days of the year, I managed to completely organize my desk. By the afternoon today, however, it had pretty much reverted back to what looks like utter chaos. I'm thinking it may be the desk. It's a third the size of that which was in my cushy cubicle with the herman miller chair. (okay, I admit it, I miss my old chair... but really, that's about the only thing I miss about that whole life left behind)
I registered for my courses today... so I'm now seriously a grad student. The somewhat amusing part was that for the last little bit, I had forgotten all about this whole business of the master's degree. Oops. Registration started almost two weeks ago. I never used to be quite this blasé.
Couched in the very centre of today (and yes, there is a centre) was a perfect surf. I was driving out with ULTE2 when I got a call from a friend who wants to borrow a big board. I drove back and got it, and met him at Long Beach. It was pretty crowded there... but it was crowded with all the right people. There was a community of surfers all having a good time. Right now, I am recalling a beautiful ride on the green... but I cannot recall whether this ride was today or yesterdays. When surf sesssions are as beautiful as what they have lately been, the magic blends the hours and days into colours and textures... and it becomes impossible to tally or record.
I love my board. The stickers still have not arrived. My board's namesake shall remain my board's namesake. I need the stickers to arrive so that I have one more reason to strip the wax.
I think I might get almost 5 hours of sleep tonight.
Friday, July 3, 2009
No Stickers.
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Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Happy Canada Day! Bonne Fête du Canada!
Cox Bay washroom, now open for business!
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