Occasional Holy Man, Indifferent Bassist, Expelled Philosopher, and Maladroit Luthier Who Offers Stray, Provocative, and Insouciant Thoughts about Religion, Archaeology, Human Foible, Surfing, Interesting People, and Quirky Music. "Sent down" from the University of Edinburgh. [Also, "alot" is not a word.]
Friday, September 3, 2010
Thank You, Hurricane Earl
To paraphrase the Water Rat in The Wind in the Willows, "...there is NOTHING--absolute nothing--half so much worth doing as simply messing about in [tropical storm surge waves].
Really, they're like the ones in Southern California, except better. That's because I can smell caramel corn from the beach.