today when i was walking down the back stairs with my laundry basket in my grandpa’s old zip-up boots that are 5 sizes to big, i fell.
those boots are really a liability but they are so comfortable and so cute.
don’t worry, i’m okay. i just wanted to start off that way so you would feel sorry for me and therefore cut me some slack for my long long disappearance from the internet. i mean, i’m barely even on GCHAT anymore. it’s getting disgusting.
what do you expect though? it’s july and in a few months i will be 26 and then a few years later the world will end. i have to get cracking on all the things. you know like surfing and starting a new website and buying hypercolor shirts.
also i have been helping a whole generation of non-swimmers learn how to float. this is a big job. i will accept a medal for it if you want to give me one. or some elastic for my goggles. or some hair conditioner.
i really need some more hair conditioner.
last weekend pete and i went on a hilarious camping trip to a field about an hour away from bryant valley. i thought it would be an actual campground but instead it was just a field with a bunch of families all geared up with their logs and their camp chairs. it was connected to another field which had hook-ups and adjacent to a catholic church. we made a new friend, probably no more than 40, with a kid in the war and another one we heard him refer to as “tardo”. he gave us some bud light when i asked if i could buy it.
i set up my new tent which is absolutely glorious. but i didn’t take pictures. these days i am less about recording the moments than, you know, having them.
we were going to surf but the waves were 100% non-existent.
more reasons i have been doing less blogging: i learned recently that life was about skate boarding and art and by art i mean visual art, and also i have a human being to talk to instead of transmit to online. it’s mildly more satisfying than internet communication. i like being able to see facial expressions in real time.
hellboy 2 is not as good as hellboy 1.
i ran into my old roommate, like old old, last night at atlas. the first dude who lived in my old place before he got the slow kick-out for a physical altercation regarding global warming. he was REALLY against global warming. anyway, now he is all about surfing and he has a car and so i might have a new ride to the ocean, for when my other ride is busy.
beth and amira both moved away and left me in san francisco. i’m back down to like 3-4 friends.
now, for the pictures:
at linda mar in pacifica, after a) catching waves for real for the first time (it’s true; you really feel like you might die) and then b) getting worked by waves for real for the first time (i was actually pretty sure i was really dead, all three times).