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On that beach, young children were making things that kind of looked like castles by pushing together tiny grains of silicon dioxide. Annoying parents stood by to tell the children what castles did, and did not, look like. The end product was often intricate with buttresses, ornamental shells, and sharp defined corners.

For a moment the children could step back and say “this is a castle,” and very few people would argue with them, but being on the edge of an ocean, beaches also sometimes have waves.

These waves often started somewhere far away, and are the result of many incremental forces. As they approach the shore they have a certain inevitability to them. Waves don’t really give a crap what a castle is supposed to look like, and they don’t really give a crap about the children that made those castles.

In fact, waves aren’t really capable of giving a crap at all. When they’re done, the waves leave behind a clump that’s soft and rounded that doesn’t really look like a castle anymore. It looks like something, but we don’t really have a word for it.

On Ocean Beach some people get tired of building sand castles and choose to interact with the waves directly.

Some people just hang out and bob up and down. Other people float on things that are filled with air, but everyone knows it’s the surfers that really know what’s goin’ on.

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Other people swim out, and they bob up and down. Sometimes, when people get to the top of a wave, they say “I made this wave, this wave is because of me, and because I’m wearing yellow swimming trunks,” and then lots of other people put on yellow swimming trunks and the swim out, but by the time they get there that guys at the bottom and some guy in red trunks is yelling the same thing.

Other people sit on inflated rafts, so even when they’re at the bottom their little heads peek out over the top of the waves, but, eventually, a lot of those guys tip over or they run out of people that are willing to blow.

It’s the surfers that are the most fun to watch.

They know they didn’t start the waves, but they do study them. While they’re surfing, they don’t congratulate each other for pushing the water closer to the shore. They understand that the wave has a certain inevitability to it, that it doesn’t give a crap about them… it just moves.

So, they play on it and explore its natural contours and do tricks. And, by doing that, they give the wave meaning, human meaning.

— Ze Frank, the Show, Feb. 5, 2007.

Napoleon once said Such work as mine is not done twice in a century. I saved the Revolution as it lay dying, I have cleansed it of its crimes and have held it up to the people shining with fame. Personally, I like the surfers’ revolution better than Napoleon’s. You?

Reuters had an interesting article yesterday about a guy who fuels his house (with hot tub) and car with solar power and fuel cells: Solar power eliminates utility bills in U.S. home. Apparently it’s currently about $4000 a year to do something like this, which is still more than it costs for oil dependency. But as oil prices rise and alternative energy source prices drop, the article says this should be economically viable in the next five or ten years.

And Damn Interesting had a, well, damn interesting article about a tree that stayed alive for hundreds of years, the only living thing in the middle of the Sahara Desert, only to be hit by a truck. That even a drunk driver managed to accidentally run into the only tree in a 400 kilometer radius is amazing.

“Although Leach knows it’s a tough year for Republicans, he has refused to go negative. When state GOP officials sent out that attack mailer, Leach asked them to stay out of the race. When they did it again, he warned Republican National Chairman Ken Mehlman that he would refuse to caucus with his party when the new Congress convened in January if the negative tactics recurred. Mehlman promised to put a stop to it.

Then Leach called Loebsack and apologized.”

 If only more Democrats could be like Jim.

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SATURDAY JUNE 10TH 2006
6pm: Gathering/body painting.
9pm: Departure.
Check in: Wicker Park Fountain
1455 N. Damen, Chicago IL

So I’ve got a lot of tasks I should be completing on my day off.  I managed to water the tomatoes.  I also separated several things into piles during my (unsuccessful) search for my check book.  I walked half a block in scorching sunshine to get a coffee and freak someone out.  She freaked me out too.  I was politely looking at the cafe art, after handing my mug to the guy and asking him to put americano in it.  I am wearing a green t-shirt, an above-the knee khaki/cream skirt, little red and black socks and red shoes.  This girl walks in.  She is wearing a green t-shirt, an above-the knee khaki/cream skirt, red and black argyle socks, and red motherfucking shoes.  She is blonde, though, and has a scarf on wrapped like a headband.  This is a relief to me, although I agonized about head covering before I left the house, my brown locks were bare.  I said to her, “We could be in uniform.” She says, “I was just noticing that.” Weird pause.  “Even the red shoes.”  I said, “And red and black socks.”  I couldn’t decide whether to introduce myself.  The man gave me my coffee and I tipped and complimented him.  I put honey and cinnamon in the drink and walked back into the sunshine.

Nobody said a thing about the wooden leg.