Well, I wanted to be reflecting on surfboards and clever/cunning means of building them, but hand sanding thirty-seven odd feet of mast takes you to darker places...
Like the fact that in the Gulf of Mexico that well is still spewing an Exxon Valdez's worth of oil EVERY DAY and the powers that be are letting the folks who are responsible for it still call the shots... Some kind of scary.
I live on my boat and like anyone who spends 365 days a year floating on the ocean one develops a certain feel for OMO (Our Mother Ocean) and a certain anger or rage is not so much a surprise when folks in the name of greed, hurt it.
Then again, when sanding by hand, one can channel that anger into a very productive work day and today I have the blisters to prove it...
Why Bikes?
2 weeks ago
