This is just a post reread a hundred times and sent back from the future…
New designed board, channeling Sartre’s existential beingness through Gibson’s inescapable future fiction imagery with regards to Fuller’s unrealized space containment systems and Curry’s and Kerouac’s essays on the human condition and stream of consciousness, re-catalyzing, word chains. So Dick, why didn’t you apply your considerable knowledge to solving some more pressing problems? Surf’s up, dude.
Are we the cancer or just the cause? Tears in the seas.
I was down at the beach walking my hound and I picked up a bags worth of trash cause it bothered me that it was in front of the school yard where the kids play and future dream. And it hit me. This was a big fat ham-fed epiphany. We’re always trying to lift ourselves out of the water to ride waves. A paipo may only lift us out 1/4 inch, but nonetheless we need to be out of the water to feel that wind in our face and see that water rush by underneath us. We are surface-plus oriented. “Hey mom, did you see my ride? No, I’m not done, I just want you to see me!” Progresses to - “Hey man, Did you get that photo of me conquering nature?” What a stud.
Surfing with the dolphins…
I guess we’ll be learning their language. Humans are only as smart as a Sea Bass, even though our brains are slightly larger than a Porpoise’s
Hey Flipper, nice ride!
What if we were riding the wave positioned underneath the mat/board? Dolphin Glide - the movie. That’s us down there, I feel it. Dolphins eye view. Negative buoyancy compensation, Greenough’s work taken all the way through, almost all the way around the circle. You feel it too? WE are the camera pod hydrodynamica incorporated. Our dorsal fin is the float/skim/ breathing-device on the wave face tapping into that surface membrane folding to power us along. Mirror image of Laird perched on his hydrofoil? To the observer on the beach, it looks like a riderless board.
Boy in the Bubble…
Don’t be surprised when you see a riderless wind-surfer. It’s just a time of matter now. Someone will be down there under the surface “keel” surfing, the leading man/woman in a dolphin pod-peloton. If Lance Armstrong can overcome his cancer, so can we.
What the Bleep Do We Know? (see the movie)
The particles dance with the laws of physics/nature folded up and tucked tight in a back pocket. They swirl and spin and group together. The crowd yells out, “Can’t you see what I feel?” Crawl out of that cave, shake the water of the ancient pond out of your fur, offer a doobie to the Buddha and let’s get busy.