Today I started with a two and a half hour phone call with my editor,
Donna Beech, making sure the narrative of my book, Surfing the Middle East, flows
like a traveler on a diplomatic visa (freely). Then I jumped into my Ford Bronco (white, a '91, and a full-out
O.J. mobile) and made my way to Trestles for the Hurley Pro, to watch Kelly Slater,
win the damn thing at the tender age of 39. Incredible.
Kelly Slater goes into the air, launching off a wave at the Hurley Pro at Lower Trestles near San Clemente. Slater went on to win on Wednesday. (Photo: Sean Rowland / EPA / September 18, 2011)
I then got some food, made a few calls to the Amazon fulfillment house and a few printers for the paper copy of Surfing the Middle East, and proceeded back to Lowers (literal name of the surf spot where the Hurley Pro was held) and paddled out into the most crowded line-up of my life. Interesting tho:
It was so packed that everyone was dropping in on everyone--and the only way to get waves was just to "GO!!!"--SO, any "I'll fight you" mentality was dropped and everyone just surfed in a state of profound anarchy. It was great.
And on the way back to North Country San Diego--where I live--I turned on NPR (the best American news outlet in my subjective opinion) and listened to this:
In West Bank, Tensions Run High Before U.N. Vote.It was a King Hell Bastard of a day.
Update: Qifa Nabki subjectivizes on Lebanon moving to a voting system of
proportional representation.