the resolution

I am no longer willing to fight for anyone else.

From now on I battle for myself, with myself.


(The thirty third year begins in a few weeks and will mark a turning point for what is to become.)

almost summer

Can I tell you how much I hate the heat? 

   I really dislike being sweaty and sticky and that all over greasy feeling that comes from being hot. While I'm being a grumpy complainer, I hate traffic, tourists, litter and stingrays, all things associated with my favorite time of the year. 

   

   I was born on the first day of summer, just a few miles from the ocean. The son of a waterman, he joked that saltwater flowed through my veins. I spent my childhood weekends on fishing boats, surfboards and beach towels. 

   

   Can I tell you how much I love summer? 

   Ignore my previous list... south swells, warm water, bikinis and brown babies playing in the sand makes sweating in my car, trapped behind a motor-home, while circling for a parking spot almost bearable. 

   This summer's daily schedule: surfing, donuts, surfing, burritos, surfing, sunsets and beer. Squeeze in some dog beach, pool parties and a quick trip home to see the family and you have a recipe for the second best summer ever!

...If only it wasn't so hot.     

come with?

This video makes me want to do two things: eat sushi and do it in Hokkaido. 

I love the people's reaction to the "kamera"! 

That's it... I'm going! 

Come with?