My neck is so sore.
It hurts to breathe. Could it be
karate whiplash?
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Brown Belt
Even more than the belt itself
I'm proud of having learned this:
If you make a mistake,
correct it quickly
and keep going.
Better to do the needful imperfectly
than to not do it at all,
or to call attention to your mistake.
And now
off to bed--
sore, exhausted
and content.
I'm proud of having learned this:
If you make a mistake,
correct it quickly
and keep going.
Better to do the needful imperfectly
than to not do it at all,
or to call attention to your mistake.
And now
off to bed--
sore, exhausted
and content.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Indian Summer
Our Indian summer continues...
Another hot, crackly day
and the house is an oven.
We suspend homework
for a few hours
and call off dinner
for time being
and race down to the beach.
The water is cool and refreshing
and we catch wave after low-tide, lazy wave
until the sun slides into the sea.
Another hot, crackly day
and the house is an oven.
We suspend homework
for a few hours
and call off dinner
for time being
and race down to the beach.
The water is cool and refreshing
and we catch wave after low-tide, lazy wave
until the sun slides into the sea.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Rest in Peace, Andy

Today was strange--midterm elections, of course, and then I found out that Andy Irons had died. It's a shock. I didn't know him personally, but he was a friend of some of my friends, and such a famous, gifted athlete that the entire surfing community is grieving. He reportedly had dengue fever but there was also talk of accidental drug overdose. I don't know what the medical examiner will find, but in any case, my heart goes out to his family and his wife. It's a tragedy.
a hot, windless day
voters are nervous, edgy
a champion is dead
Monday, November 1, 2010
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