keeping it moving

I got the good news that I was being upgraded to first class for my entire flight tomorrow.  I have NO IDEA how this keeps happening and I am not complaining.  Maybe I'm on some list where Continental knows I'm selling flights to Costa Rica like mad and they want to make me happy.  I don't care, I'm just happy.  Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Continental Airlines, much appreciated.

Did you notice the new website?  I'm pretty stoked on it.  Jon Arvizu is the artist behind the rocket/robot madness.  Have you ever wanted to know what the internet looks like?  It looks something like this (at least to me it does).

Bill Homer from EastCoastSurfProducts.com and I are talking about a partnership.  I think its great, as I've already developed an online surf shop for WRSC but I don't have the wharehousing/shipping/time to work with manufacturers in the US to provide all of this for all of you.  Bill solves this.  If I can have bill hook me up with everything for the online shop its going to be great.  Expect a newly improved WRSC website shortly with the e-commerce side included, as well as some integrated twitter feeds for the surf report and the new and very exciting Witch's Rock TV.

Between now and tomorrow morning I've got to buy myself some new internet programming books (nerdy fun), get a haircut because I look homeless, pack my bags, drink the rest of these Sierra Nevadas, skim through 3 weeks of missed emails/facebook messages/lists of things I meant to do but didn't, and catch up on US television programming because I'm not going to see it again for a few months.  

I'm looking forward to returning to Tamarindo to my family, the surf camp, to saying goodbye to our Canadian interns, to saying hello to our good friend John Cheshire, Andrew and Georgia Illig, another south swell hopefully, and some down time to take it all in.  This last week has been nonstop.

By the way, going into an Apple Store here in a US mall makes me feel like there is no recession going on whatsoever.  Its like a mini stock market trading floor in there.  Orange shirts, blue shirts, classes, repairs, tons of overpriced shit that looks really nice and that I wouldn't mind having if someone gave it to me.  I'm about to compare this to the dirt-roadside pulperia where I buy my Bamboo road soda on the way to surf the Negra reefs.  Its like night and day.