Another Thought

Waves

Eco Ola

Noah Sabich is a great guy.  He'll pop by sometimes and we'll grab a coffee and talk about nothing and something and then nothing again.  He is an intellectual type.  A thinker type.  He's forwarded me some info about a project he is taking part in.  Worth the check-out.

Today's Thought

Besides the thought that I am not surfing and the waves are real good...ahem... here is how I'm feeling.

The Secret That Never Was

I look at this site every day.  And while I am loathe to tell you what to do (and especially not you, Rob Gilley) in the end, I think you probably should too.  It just has too many great things on there.  And yes, this is the source for a more than a couple "Surf Art By Any Other Name" posts.

But Does It Float

Get Up.

Today's Thought: What to do at work when you can't surf

Surf Yesterday & Today : Didn't Surf

More on MP.

A little more on Michael Peterson

Help a Fellow Surfer!

(Drawn by David in Grade 2)

Not me, but my son.  Wee Robinson's school is up for a $50,000 grant to improve their technology studies.  A future shaper in the making, the boy has a keen interest in numbers, lengths, dimensions and all things surfy.  If you have the time, log in and vote for his school.  And if you have even more time, you can vote once every day.  Maybe some day you'll get a a deal on a handmade RMS super sizzler!

(Drawn by Jessica in Grade 2)


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Another Yes.

MR Twinnie Ramblings

More on MR Style. 

Yes.

Nothing Beats That Jury Duty Zest

Just another example of "things not to do when they are not meant to be done."  Today I spent the better part of the upward then downward slope of the sun trapped in a big, relatively comfortable room in a court house in downtown Brooklyn awaiting a jury selection that never came.  Usually I'd be all gung ho about the opportunity to be a judging pier, and have been continually disappointed by my lack of jury selectionableness in the past, but this time, just this once, the Jury card reared it's head at the wrong time.  Agitated, fidgety and annoyed, I paced the back shadows of the jury waiting area quietly cussing our overly litigious police state.  In this state of bluster I read Rob Gilley's spectacularly dumb posting on the Surfer blog.  The guy has taken many great photos, but social commentary was something he should have stayed away from yesterday.  But, apparently commentary on his social commentary isn't my strong suit either as I typed out with my massive, sausage like digits on my tiny hand-held device this patently unilluminating literary response:

So many things happening wrong here, but luckily, there are better responses to the inanity here.