This Week In Not Surfing

1. The fact that Donald Trump has not been laughed out of American politics by an overwhelming unity of uproarious, choral guffaws is more alarming to me at this point than any mass shooting. Any terrorist attack. Alarming. It is alarming that Donald Trump's numbers have seemed to go up after recent statements and no one thinks it is wildly, wickedly funny. Because it is absurd. He is absurd. Laugh friends. Laugh him off the stage.

2. I wonder sometimes at gun-fanatics. A beloved uncle posted some terrible gun-rights screed on Facebook a day after the most recent Paris attacks along with a photo of the inside of the music hall strewn with bloodied bodies emblazoned with the words "This Would Not Have Happened if Guns Were Legal In Paris." Or something like that. I don't even know what he wrote after the San Bernardino shootings last week, I'd already unfriended him. But it gives me pause to think. Perhaps finally the gun wackos are right. Perhaps we've hindered rational gun control for long enough that it makes sense to now arm ourselves. It has been a sneaky strategy of self-fulfilling prophecy they've sorted out through the years and it leads to the feeling we've almost no choice at all. Crafty gun zombies, they.

3. Big waves are in the news lately. My favorite surfboard got dinged in the backyard. I'm considering shaving my chest. Winter wreaks havoc on the suppleness of skin. Thank god for red wine, tomato soup, Christmas trees, the happy spasticity of playing dogs and the befuddling graciousness of a child's love.

4. Three years ago this place closed it's doors for good. If good means until next year when they open up in Los Angeles. And right down the street from our planned L.A. office. Not much coincidence there. Planned through and through...