Eddie Arana, Rick Thibodeau, & Chris Bakunas San Diego, Ca. March 2012

Eddie Arana, Rick Thibodeau, & Chris Bakunas San Diego, Ca. March 2012
Eddie Arana, Rick Thibodeau, & Chris Bakunas at Luche Libre Taco Shop in San Diego, March 2012

Wednesday, September 30, 2020

The Fatality Of Overthinking

There is a philosophy shared among surfers that states there is a fatality to overthinking the ride a wave is going to provide. 

See, it's all about going with whatever nature provides - not trying to guess if the wave is going to be strong enough to give you a long ride (which in the world of surfing would mean more than 30 seconds) or if the wave is going to turn into an ankle biter.

Thinking a ride through just isn't going to work. You can visualize yourself on your board, catching the wave, dropping in, but that's about it. Once you're in, you're in, just enjoy it.

That applies to about 90% of life.

Not to say I know a lot about life, or surfing, but it does seem to make sense.

Monday, September 28, 2020

Why Add Color When You Can Just Frost The Tips?

Several people I know have had to deal with life-changing transitions this past year. It's a phenomenally large number, or at least far beyond normal. 

And it appears that a life-changing transition just might be on the horizon for me, too.

Saturday, September 26, 2020

Not Quite Nashville

The earnest young folk singer strumming his guitar earnestly doing his best to be both entertaining and sincere

He's got the conviction of his beliefs, he's got his ideals 

He's convinced he can make a difference and provide a few insights, or at least a bit of reflection

Most of the people in the place are staring off into space, stirring drinks listlessly and wondering where to go next

Not one person aware that he's resorted to open D tuning

In the hopes of catching someone's ear with the incorporation of a riff first played by Harrison on Here Comes The Sun

A couple gets up to dance to a song that was never meant to be danced to, and the balladeer lets out a frustrated sigh

Should have seen that coming, with the shuffle beat and all

There are twenty or so folks in the place tonight, there are twenty or so bored and disinterested people tapping their toes

And all the earnest kid wants to do is get through his set

Friday, September 25, 2020

No Time Like Tomorrow

 The thing about getting things done is having the time to do it.

  Uninterrupted time. Time in which you can focus all your resources towards accomplishing the task at hand.

  When I was younger I used to wonder why nearly every adult I ever encountered that was working on a project of any sort would tell me to go away, that they were too busy to deal with my question or request at that particular moment.

  Now I know why, now I have a great deal more respect for what I considered a mean and rude manner on their part.

  They were trying to get things done.

Wednesday, September 23, 2020

Are You Tougher Than A Tuffshed

 The other day I put a ridiculously low bid on a storage shed that was sitting on some city condemned property In Longmont.

  I did not believe for a second that I would win this auction, but as luck would have it, I did.

  Possibly because one of the addendums to the auction was that the winning bidder was responsible for the removal of the storage shed from the condemned property.

  The storage shed measures 12' X 16' - about the size of a one car garage. In order to get that thing off the condemned property I would have to rent a truck big enough to move it in...disassembled, of course.

  Disassembling a Tuffshed is no easy task. Tuffsheds are notoriously difficult to disassembleas they are put together to withstand the worst that nature can dish out.

  But I was determined to get that shed from Longmont to my home, so I rented a box truck and made my way up north.

  This is the shed:

  It is a nice shed, and deserved a spot in my backyard

  The shed was fairly clean, and did not show worse for wear. So I set about disassembling it, convinced it would not be too difficult.

  I was wrong. The roof was the first thing I had to tackle. A small portion of the shingles had been blown off by the wind (60 to 80 mile gusts are not uncommon in Colorado)

  Which was a very small, but not unwelcome help. Took about an hour to get all the shingles and the tar paper off.

Took another hour to get all the plywood panels off.

The trusses, which were incredibly well attached to the frame of the shed, took another hour to remove.

Once the trusses were off, It was easy breezy lemon squeezy to get the front wall off (easy in that it was only the removal of 200 nails from all four corners of the walls).

  And boom goes the dynamite! The shed was disassembled and all that remained to be done was transporting it from Longmont to my home...which is an adventure that will be told on another day...

It seriously kicked my butt though.



Friday, September 18, 2020

The Indignity Of Being Out-Bowling Balled


Quite some time ago I acquired 144 bowling balls.

For $5.00. 

Not $5.00 each, $5.00 for all of them. 

That is a  lot of bowling balls. Naturally my first thought was to stack the bowling balls in a creative manner.

I thought I'd done a fairly good job of building a nice stack of bowling balls.

Until I saw this:

Now that...that is a really nice stack of bowling balls.