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It's been lightdays since my last post, and mainly its because I've been busy at work. After composing for hours on some work product, my concentration for posting evaporates. Plus, the stuff I write for work is enough to turn one to stone. An example:
"In accordance with the sampling procedure, a drill rod will be driven to the target sample depth using direct push technology. The lead drill rod will be equipped with a PRT adaptor that will allow soil gas sampling . The sampling procedure will entail drawing a soil gas sample through an expendable point holder, the PRT adaptor, sample tubing, and into a sample manifold. The sample manifold will be outfitted with stopcock valves, vacuum pressure gauges, a one-liter Summa® sample canister, and a six-liter Summa® purge canister. Initially, the Summa® canisters will be at a vacuum pressure of 15 inches of mercury (inHg). The sampling manifold will be pressure tested and approximately three volumes of gas will be purged from the manifold and boring prior to sampling. During sampling, 2-propanol will be used as a tracer to test for leaks. This is accomplished by placing gauze soaked with 2-propanol along the drill rod, and around valves, joints, and pressure regulators"
Wake up - look at the pic, and snap yourself out of the stupor you were falling into. Indeed, hours upon hours of such drivel. What about surf. Well, I've been somewhat lucky finding "the illusive window" that opens as tide, wind, swell, and humanity come into alignment and create relatively open waist- to head-high walls at Primero Bol and Segunda Bol. A few trips to Tiburones have paid off, but sometimes its seems like the masses have converged on the bullet train right without having a ticket. And how about the water temperature - a balmy 49F. Combined with the wind and extra long wait for waves, the chill factor definitely played a role in my sessions. Ultimately, we are still waiting for the first solid south swell of the southern hemisphere season. And some warmer water.
The prezican campaigns are getting into the middle innings, and the slime is beginning to ooze out from the under the podiums. It's true, I am concerned about what a candidate will do after attending church sessions where ravings may be heard between bouts of deep sleep. Or what a possible prezican will do when he finds himself alone, with no one nudging him in the ribs to remind him of the facts. And who's going to answer the phone at 3:00 am? It's all one can do to get a pants suit on. In the end, if you listen close, you will hear nothing - not even a harmony - just the same note blending into the shallows of SPB.
On the world stage I heard an interesting quote from the Israeli Defense Minister's spokesperson. Regarding the Gaza situation, it was stated, "It's unacceptable that people in Sderot are living in fear every day and the people in the Gaza Strip are living life as usual." What is life as usual? Mass retribution, travel closures, shortages of food and other goods. Fuel and electricity - maybe. Cooling, refrigeration, and clean water - maybe. Air attacks, armored bulldozers, tanks, incursions, your house gone, your children gone - hot, hungry, and alone. Low tech bottle rockets are unnerving, a risk to life and property, and indiscriminate. But what has been the damage? Low tech rockets are definitely not the way to move the situation forward, but with no outlook on going forward, the reaction is no surprise. The heavy-handed, unbalanced response from the Israeli government has no payoff except to perpetuate the situation. While the pundits in the States dis President Carter as an old fool, I'm glad he's old enough not to give a shit. He's over there trying to get people talking. Rejecting violence and instead taking up the mantle of negotiation - fair negotiations. Not someone sitting on your chest dictating terms. Thats real - something the Whitewash has no sense of.
Last Word
The fundamental delusion of humanity is to suppose that I am here and you are out there. -Yasutani Roshi, Zen master (1885-1973)