What do you mean? It makes perfect sense!
On Saturday, my 12-year-old niece and I went to the Malibu Noseriding Championships, where many of the best surfers in the world (plus a number of local tow-headed children) competed to see who could spend the most time on the front 24" of their boards, specifically with as many toes as possible hanging off the tip. The very coolest posture to adopt: all ten toesies off the end, hips forward, shoulders wayyy back like you're leaning against a wall, arms dangling casually. On a board 8 or 9 feet long, the back six feet buried in a wave ten feet high, moving 40 or 50 mph (I'm guessing)--it's still impressive after all these years. Not that I'd given the subject more than a passing thought since 1964, of course.
Though I was fascinated by the drama unfolding before me, I somehow wound up sound asleep face down for two hours. So now I have BBBs (Badly Burned Buns) and my niece's stomach (she never blinked) is a deep new shade of red. I'm pretty sure it was worth it, though.
Hot cross?
Posted by: catch-22 | July 12, 2004 at 10:24 AM