surf conditions
I was feeling bad about the long absence, little blog. I was going to say it was such a terribly busy academic year that I found not a minute to spare for hobby writing. That there was no inspiring travel in my life between September and June, no sufficient inspiration to create or commemorate anything non-academic anywhere. There are measures of truth, and of sloth, in all that, but moreover, who cares? Just now I feel finished with excuses, archival pressure, creative guilt. I feel confident in que sera, set to glide through the swaying dandelions of the long summer reaching ahead of me, all the way through a short-stacked, sabbatical-subsidized year into two Septembers from now, and maybe even further. It begins in Seaside . My oldest friend, Kriste, is an excursion junkie (hence her appearance elsewhere on this site). Last fall she said, Let's start next summer with a long weekend by the sea. Astoria , Oregon is halfway between us. 30 years after we followed the Goonies t...