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Hijinks On The High Seas… And Beyond
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Sight/Sound on The Inertia
Last Wednesday: West Winds and Parkway Beats
Last Wednesday, I brought my board when I met Jackie at the beach–mostly because I could; not necessarily because I expected the surf to be any good. The Park has decided to let us surf anywhere that is not a designated swimming area. Finally. This means that if you happen to have a day free of work or other obligations, you don’t have to rise with the sun to get in a decent session before the lifeguards kick your ass down to the ever-migrating surf beach. Since the regulation relaxation, I’ve noticed a lot more surfers in the water. Lured out by facility, I guess. Getting up super early/dropping by post-work does require some additional effort, which I can see being a deterrent–especially when the afternoon swell is often killed by the wind and the tides only occasionally ally themselves with your free time.
Diplomas and Splints and Snow
You: Up to speed. In brief:
12.10.10
After showing my outta-town friends what the Jersey Shore is really like, I tumbled down some stairs and broke my finger.
I maintain that the culprit was the extreme lack of light by which that staircase may have been seen.
12.17.10
NYU threw us a graduation fete. The best way to say, “Congratulations on completing your master’s program!” is really to dole out oodles of free wine, and that they did. My mom got drunk and wrote “Viagra” on a white board–we have no idea why:
Kelly’s Numero Diez y No Hay Surfers en esta Ciudad!
Kelly Slater: Superhuman. That’s all I’m going to say about that.
I mostly just wanted to update you guys on the surfer stalking. I saw one character on the 6 train who I’m 96% sure was a surfer (very blonde and wearing a neon pink t-shirt) but he basically disappeared after getting off at Spring Street. I thought for sure he’d head to Saturdays, but no such luck. He has literally been the only person to set off my surfer-dar since I decided to conduct this massively creepy experiment, but I’ll not be deterred…
In other news, I am going to Tex-ass tomorrow for my dear friend Cody’s wedding and I’m super psyched–even though I’m missing this swellage:
Ah well, let me know how your sessions go!
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