Learning to Surf

It takes two hours to get down to Coolangatta from Brisbane, a heavy hour on the train and a scant hour more on the bus – plenty of time to feel the slow roll from distracted calm to rushing adrenaline. I remember these nerves from bus rides to soccer matches and track meets, heart pounding, chills radiating from spine down the limbs and up the scalp. Anticipation. I’ve surfed before, twice, back in Hawaii in …

Origin Story: Part 2

In 1987, I was born … [edited for brevity] … and we finally found the hidden treasure behind the bookcase. That pushed me toward my current path of mechanical engineering – because everyone knows there’s no money in the treasure hunting business. As I mentioned in my welcome e-mail, I’m a grad student at University of Washington. Experience gained as a researcher at Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution taught me that funding is always a concern …

Origin Story: Part 1

A Long Introductory Aside As I invited people to read my blog last week, I realized that I have been incommunicado with people who have played major roles in my life. I find regular correspondence a difficult task – admittedly Facebook plays a major role for most of us. But I’m not the most committed digital social network member either, not by a long shot. My interactions are superficial: I see faces scroll by, snippets of …