A much needed swell produced some nice looking waves, but a few more injuries than I wanted to contend with–you know who you are…  I thought it prudent to take a few minutes and enjoy some shore-pound alignment courtesy of Coronado St.

Bring back the Change Dispenser Thingy

If you grew up in Balboa, you know what this is…

Everyone who worked on the Balboa Ferry had one and, let me tell you, it was cool.  Take money, give change, ride a boat back and forth across the harbor all day.  That, at the tender age of nine, was cool.  One might imagine that it’s sort of equivalent to kick-flipping a $600 iPhone or spinning those stupid ball-bearing toys, but this, friends, came with skill and responsibility — make change on a buck without looking…yes; give a nod and a free ride to a buddy short on scratch…absolutely.  Be cool, bring it back.

When to Not Give a S*#t

It’s good to be on the ‘right’ side of a fight or cause, or project.  It doesn’t happen all that often.  Too many times, we find ourselves in a moment when we should have stood up and objected, raised our hand or voice, and said “no” or “yes”… or anything but be silent.  However, personal interest (economic or emotional) confuses the moment and then it is gone.  But, as I said, sometimes you find yourself on the right side of the equation and it is good–it is inspiring, it is informative, and it is most certainly a place where fear has no quarter.
Fancy Dancer
Last week I began development on an educational video that was shot in Mesa, Arizona, on a Native American reservation.  Without getting into too much detail, the video is about math as seen through Native American hoop dancing.  AZ was 107 degrees, I had no budget to speak of, and the entire proof-of-concept was called in on favors from tribal educators that shared a common vision for a new kind of digital content.
Yes, the reservation I visited is beset by challenges of getting education to its sons and daughters–gangs, poverty, drugs…etc.; but working on the side of the problem with teachers was nothing short of brilliance.  Here is a teaser from the few days I most clearly was on the right side of the equation.

Two Mile *cue 80s dance jam*

The first paddle after more than two months off…  What can I say?  I have holes that are still visible in the shoulder, lots of grinding noises, but it was being back in the water that “made my day.”  I was about as tough as 80s dance jam (which means not at all)…but, I was so stoked.

For all those folks going under the knife, or healing broken bones, dealing with new/old work, shit schedules, or frayed relationships…keep paddling.

Taking Stock

2014 Recap Image

Where were you this time last year? Where was I? I wanted to take a minute to consider the distance between January 2014 and January 2015—the events that marked time—but the exercise proved harder than I expected. I looked back at Far and a Wey and had good laugh; a hundred or more posts on paddling events, birthdays, family outings, time with friends, and a few sad moments—tragedies really—to round out the experience of being in the moment, for a lot of moments in 2014.

I can say unequivocally that this year was one of the best ever for waves; that dogs, like children, get more awesome with age; that 78 degree weather, everyday, does get old (okaywellnotreally); that everything seems to cost more; and…that shoulder surgery sucks. On this last point let me be clear: if you love your sport (a lot), you’re going to get injured doing it. (Somewhere there’s a guy nursing a snooker injury nodding his head—trust me.) You can take some time off, go under the knife, or switch your source of activity to maintain that inner desire for competition that keeps some of us going. In short, have more sports to stay healthy and to stay sane.

I can also say that in 2015, I’m going out of my way to cultivate relationships and, hopefully, friendships with thoughtful, artistic, and inspired people. I want to read (or reread) more good books like the ones I picked up in 2014 (read my short list of good reads). I want to learn more about electricity and wiring, scientific competition that leads to innovation, bees and the economy of pollination, how navigation works in the brain, cornbread, crows, and the entire libretto of La Sonnambula because, well, intellectual curiosity, like play, makes all of us just a bit more interesting in the sandbox.

I’ve never made resolutions; however, I take stock of what kind and quality of work I’m doing, discard what’s not working and replicate what is—positive skepticism, better communication, and collaboration.  New industries and new challenges.  With opportunity and planning, maybe I’ll save a bit more money this year or, alternately, find more compassionate ways to spend it.

2015, it’s February and I’m still just saying, “hello.”