I rented Step Into Liquid last night. You know the one where Laird Hamilton and company surf sixty-footers. This entire movie is gorgeous and seems to hinge on the premise of surfing as the highest form of aesthetic living. After watching the movie, I’m going to have to go ahead and agree with that premise. Granted I have zero experience other than bobbing up and down in the Atlantic, but you can just see it in each of the surfers faces. For the old guys as they recall waves past you can tell they’re recalling the best moments of their lives. And for the young guys you can tell they are completely fired up by the immediate moment.
So naturally after watching the movie Mary and I spent all morning looking up graduate school information on Hawaii. I still think my dream state is California, but I wouldn’t argue against a couple years spent in Aloha land.