Surfing Update. Scotchman's, 4-6' with plus sets. Best I've surfed in weeks. I took out the 7'7" Becker so I could put it to this little posse of thrashers that paddled out right before I did. Rights and lefts held up until the tide started to rise, then it started heaving on the inside. Toward the end of my session, I took every right on the head.

It was good to finally feel like I wasn't surfing like crap, even if it was on a 7 foot board. I was going to celebrate getting my grades done, but . . . well, I guess that counts. I want to take myself out to lunch at Thaifoon, but I feel pathetic eating alone there.

There are no movies that I really want to see right now. Dodge Ball? Ugghhh. Maybe it's better than it looks. Stepford Wives was flat. I guess it was supposed to be a dark comedy, but it wasn't that dark or funny, and are we really in the exact same place as we were in the 1950's? The ending, not to give anything away, maybe addresses this problem by suggesting that we long for the safer era of the 1950's, but I don't long for that at all. I dream of Tyler Durden's world.



Oh well.