In the realm of practice, the internet offers a thousand odd avenues. Facebook, MySpace, Twitter, fantasy sports, blogs. Each a bizarre avenue to practice aggrandizement. To practice narcissism. To practice connection. Our social skills being honed in blips and bleeps, perfectly crafted PR announcements, gaffes and goofs. Many perceive this world to be a minefield, but the longer it sticks around, the more it flourishes, the more we become accustomed to a lack of decorum, the manipulation of forgiveness. Peter is an old acquaintance, one of the more accomplished surfers at our college. Always had the knack for deep rail power. That in itself is only the end result of a lot of practice. This photo is from Facebook, a veritable gold mine of surf media. This doesn't have so much to do with the above mini-diatribe, I just figured I ought to tell the other side of the story. And I love this moment.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
In the realm of practice, the internet offers a thousand odd avenues. Facebook, MySpace, Twitter, fantasy sports, blogs. Each a bizarre avenue to practice aggrandizement. To practice narcissism. To practice connection. Our social skills being honed in blips and bleeps, perfectly crafted PR announcements, gaffes and goofs. Many perceive this world to be a minefield, but the longer it sticks around, the more it flourishes, the more we become accustomed to a lack of decorum, the manipulation of forgiveness. Peter is an old acquaintance, one of the more accomplished surfers at our college. Always had the knack for deep rail power. That in itself is only the end result of a lot of practice. This photo is from Facebook, a veritable gold mine of surf media. This doesn't have so much to do with the above mini-diatribe, I just figured I ought to tell the other side of the story. And I love this moment.
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