Death Spot President Number 1

I found George Washington's gravesite the other day. It's not as impressive as you think. Well it's impressive that it's in San Diego. How the heck did they get his dead body all the way over here in 1799. I thought they hadn't even discovered California yet? whatever, i found him. He's still dead.

Can't. Stop. This.

Here it is. January 28th.

Today I become a student once again. No more sleeping in until the saliva on my pillow grosses me out. No more playing video games all day. No more random explorations through town that last as long as I want. No more multiple surf sessions on a Tuesday. No more political rants. No more pudding pancakes. No more Goblet Tuesdays. No more trivia tattoos.

oh wait, no. wrong. bad. ugh. yes. yes I can do this. I can still do all of these things. Just about right?

Controller of the Mic

It's a bit old, as in a few weeks old but I wanted to make sure I posted our video on the ole blog. It's a music video of "Say It Ain't So" by Weezer. Some buddies and I drove around town pretending to play the song with our Rock Band instruments (like Guitar Hero) while the music blasted out of the truck speakers.

Whenever we do stuff like this I'm in my element. I swear if people would be forced to do stuff like this at least once a month they would feel a lot better. There are so many things one could do. You could pretend you are a printer printing out really important documents or decide that the sky IS really falling. My favorite thing to do is imagine that the air is toxic and the only way to live is to breathe through your nose. I did this at the mall and passed out. I woke up in the dressing room with lots of those long 34X34 pants stickers all over my body. Be careful out there.

Hope

"Aim at Heaven and you will get earth 'thrown': aim at earth and you will get neither." -C.S. Lewis

I'm reading through Lewis' "Mere Christianity." Either he wrote this book in vocabulary that is much more understandable for the average Joe or I've acquired the ability to understand him without falling asleep. Last night I read through Chapter 10 which deals with the virtue of hope. The hope that he is referring to is 'looking forward to the eternal world.' He starts off the chapter by saying that those men who were focused on God and life in heaven were the ones who really made a difference in the world. I liked reading this. It made me want to be like those men. Heroes who allowed God to consume their life down here on earth so that he could do great works through them. Pretty rad.

RABBLE RABBLE!

How do you get a bunch of country folk, some drunks and car freaks excited?


You jump, skid, and roll your monster truck until it catches on fire. yup.

We're Brothers Forever.

This guy is my hero. mad props to him.
I am serious. This guy is the man. He may be a bit different, but he is still the man. We need more people like him in our world.

I am your brother
Your best friends forever
Singing the songs, the music that you love

We’re brothers forever
Together or not, you’re always in my heart
You hurt your feelings
And you’ll be running no more

The PB Attitude

I surfed Pacific Beach today. Pacific beach seems like your typical southern California beach atmosphere. Lots of guys running with their shirts off, tons of girls trying to look their best, and a mixture of tourists and locals wandering about doing whatever tourists or locals do.

As I was out in the water I got to talking to another surfer. We started with a few comments about the constant barrage of "close out" waves and some other random surf chatter. Eventually I let on that I was new to the area and gave him a quick spiel on why I live in San Diego now. After I shared my quick current life story he gave me his. This guy had lived in Malibu, San Diego, Yosemite, Pasa Something or other, and then some. He changed cities only when he got bored of the one he was in and he loved being outside. As he was wrapping up his story he finished by giving me the some parting advice, "PB has an Attitude just to let you know" the set came and he rode one in.

This guy left me with a roll over in my mind.

1. After a good 3-4 years of surfing I still don't understand why surfers don't say farewell to each other. The majority of the time surfers don't wave or give notice of leave. They just catch one and go. Maybe their thinking is that if you surf this area again we'll meet, so why say goodbye? Or possibly it's just not in their personality. They don't like to give goodbyes so they don't do them. I dunno. I like good byes. Good byes remind me of stories. Every good story has a memorable good bye. Good byes should be like Frodo and Bilbo leaving middle earth with the elves. There should be magic, a great ship and people with hairy feet.
2. The second thing that made my mind a wander is claiming that PB has an attitude. Everywhere you go to surf, somebody has an attitude. Every population of people has a vibe, a feeling, an attitude that they give off. It's not a bad thing unless they have a rotten attitude. If Pacific Beach had an attitude, from what I could tell it was a superficial one.
3. As I sat in the water waiting for some catchable waves I wondered if this guy was my alter-ego in a sense. I'm pretty sure I'd be that guy if I wasn't responsible. If I didn't care about school and the future and what not I could easily see myself as him. Travel around from place to place surfing, hiking and just adventuring around. I envy that man. Farewell brave traveler. I didn't catch his name that would be weird if his name was Tyler or Sally.
   

Fine Gems Could Crack Molars

I watched Blood Diamond tonight. It was a good ending to my first Friday in my new city by the sea. I remember when the trailer for the movie came out. I was with my Dad in our kitchen and we both gave it a thumbs down. My Mother was in the middle of fixing up a meal and said that it looked like it would be alright movie. My Dad and I scoffed and then went on about how good we were at assessing a movie based on it's trailer. Well, after viewing the movie I revoke any previous comments made about the film. It was brilliant. It's got action, emotion, a plot story that makes sense and makes your mind think. This blog post is indebted to the journalist woman in the show. I watched the video and had such a desire to write something that I ran up to the computer. If only I had something wonderful to write about. I'll go check up on my neighbors. It's possible they may be smugglers and smugglers make good stories.

Belly of a whale

Life seems to slow down when I am in town for school. Today I noticed that it is physically impossible for me to keep toothpaste in my mouth while I brush. No matter how hard I keep my lips sealed some of the minty paste seems to slip out. It's strange.

I live in San Diego now. The town is a monster. El Munstro. Getting lost in the depths of the city is a daily thing now. That's all for now.