Where would we be in this life without books? T’is a question I ponder often. I for one would be completely lost if it weren’t for some of the great literary works of man. Then I think how the majority of our population has completely discounted the act of reading for pleasure almost all together. This fact saddens me deeply at the imbecilic future the masses are doomed to live. If this is the case then it is a bleak future we all are to face.
For those of us who do still enjoy the written word and if you are reading this I would assume you must not hate it for this blog is still more content then visual or audio. Every so often I like to share what I have been reading and what is worth your time.
Book XXXI: Fates Worse Then Death, Kurt Vonnegut, Putnam 1991, 240 pages.
“Why should they behave well, quite certain as they were that neither heaven nor hell awaited them? Virtue was its own reward.” Kurt Vonnegut just may be one of the more important writers of the twentieth century. Definitely one of the best to come out of the world wars camp. For myself this was actually my first reading of his and it so happened to be one of his last works. It was enough to spark my interests. Fates Worse Then Death was more of a collection of random thoughts and memoirs for the author looking back over his exceptional life and career then an actual novel. The book reminded me of a more sophisticated and educated version of SurfingRuinedMyLife.net. Its a fast easy read and worth the time.
Book XXXII: A Tale of Two Cities, Charles Dickens, 1859, Wordsworth Classics Edition, 1993, 321 Pages.
Ah yes what may have been Dickens’ greatest novel and one of my all time favorites has been inspiring audiences for years. If I had to pick three novels to be stuck on an island with this would surely be one. The plight of one of literature’s infamous anti heroes, Sydney Carton is presented. A man one can’t help but to both love and despise at the same time. A man who despite all evil manages to love better then every seemingly decent character in the story. In the end he redeems himself beautifully. I have read this work 10 times and have at least another ten in me. “When you see your own bright beauty springing up anew at your feet, think now and then that there is a man who would give his life, to keep a life you love besides you.”
Currently I am reading The Ambassadors by Henry James. I am about half way through and at the moment have not had the most time for reading with all the usual distractions in my life. Happy reading.
Surfing Ruined My Life 
UCB the folly of WSL’s attempt to polish surfing into a professional NFL style sport (Bobby Martinez called it like 5-6 years ago)
It’s a solid topic and going to happen
and specifically why that is a futile effort, primarily because surfers themselves, especially professional ones, don’t fit into that mold at all.
You could write a whole blog just about Freddy P’s enraged rock stomp. The source material is endless for this. Only problem is it would be hard to know where to begin.