vibrating walls

Living in San Diego half time and above the bar at Witch's Rock Surf Camp half time has its ups and downs. Definitely more ups than downs, but really it sucks to not be hanging out with your family as much as you "could" be, since its you that makes the decision on where you go and when. When you work for the man, you get told when to punch in and punch out, and what you're supposed to do. Meanwhile you find the time to check your email or get new movies from Netflix. When you own the company, when you are "the man" so to speak, I believe the best explanation is to simply say that you'll never work harder for someone else as you will for yourself. Having said that, I'm upstairs listening to the band play in the restaurant while I get caught up on my long to-do list. I spent a few hours on the plane yesterday organizing my documents, documents which are scattered as if they could have somehow been hit by a train. Its like "what was I thinking, saving that file there" or "holy crap, I remember when this was like, the most important thing I had going on in the world and all I did was bug the shit out of my wife talking about it". I'm referring to the big surf boat that I never bought, the one I dream about. One day I'm going to get that boat and go surf all of those decreasing empty surf spots. Not that being in Costa Rica isn't awesome. Or San Diego. San Diego is the bomb. I thought that it would be cool to get back up there and hang out with my friends from high school / college whatever, but then you realize that everyone has been living their lives, and that theres not enough time to have ten or twenty best friends. We moved back to SD to have baby Happy, which went off without a hitch so to speak. I mean, when a woman has a baby, there isn't a way to describe what I imagine she must be going through, and I was there both times! And now that I'm here, and the three of them are up there, Holly is such a champ. I really don't tell her enough. She never reads my blogs, she's always been horrified by them, worrying I'd be bitching about something having to do with her. I can't though, because even though I'm at work, she's holding down the fort with a one-month-old that needs to eat 24 hours/day... craziness. You know... I've been really getting back into music so much more in the last few months. I've been downloading tons of stuff from Limewire, finding some great artists that I otherwise wouldn't have found. It helps me decide what albums I want to buy and what shows I want to see. I wouldn't have found out about Pinback had I not stolen their tracks from Limewire, but then I spent $50 on a couple of tickets to see them with my uncle. I guess thats how the new music industry works... Check out this track, been stuck on my itunes playing over and over the last couple of days, her name is Kimya Dawson and she had some music on the Juno soundtrack. I think she has a really cool sound. The%20Beer.mp3 Its simple and raw. The surf today was pretty big, I actually got stuck inside for a while. Big lefts, good size on the sets. The wind came onshore but it was still fun. I got a dirty barrel out in front of the rivermouth, literally watched the wave barrel over me and thought that I'd be hitting my board or the ocean floor but didn't. I'm stoked because after a heavy surf I'm feeling pretty good all and all, going to bed so I can get up at 5am and surf the legendary Riverpoint Right :-)