E's Surf Report: onshores.. barely surfable..

Frigid temps with onshore winds this morning at the beach.
I checked the middle, then turned around a cruised back to bed.
If you haven't surfed in a while, or you're moping around the house, looking for something to do, you could find a few waves to ride out there. If these conditions occurred in the middle of April you'd probably be reading about "surprisingly soulful sections" or "not as bad as it looked" or "the onshores mellowed a bit"... but.. considering it's November, and we've been enjoying a relatively consistent offshore flow.. it's tough to sack up, suit up, and paddle out on a morning such as today. Biggest waves around head high. Nobody out through the middle. The wind is out of the WSW... soo.. maybe somewhere in P-town you'd have better luck?

Lerm, mwsf, Robme and i are headed down to the central coast for a little camping/surf trip tonight and then through the weekend. It looks like there will be some considerable windswell (9ft 11sec) but the onshores are supposed to rage all day tomorrow... bummin.. then the winds are supposed to mellow on saturday and then turn offshore on sunday.. soo..

I just finished "The Man in the High Castle" by Philip K. Dick. If you enjoy surreal, riveting, morbid tales of alternative realities then you'll enjoy this book! Dick constructs a world where the Nazis and Japanese win WWII. The tone and moods he establishes are classically otherworldly and strange. While reading you get swept up in the atmospheric tension he creates. You might also find your own internal dialogue shifted to the language/vocabulary/cadence he adapts for the japanese officials and businessmen in the story. FREAKY! His imagination is unparalleled!! Set in 1965 San Francisco, Japanese business men consult the I Ching (the oracle) and posit ancient spiritual significance to its pronouncements. Nazi SS agents plot to assassinate a German spy posing as a Swedish Injection Molding salesman who threatens to reveal the Reich's plan of world domination/destruction. Meanwhile, a mystic living in a castle in the mountains near Cheyenne Wy writes a book detailing how reality would be different had the Americans/Brits won WWII..

Here is Mr. Tagomi talking about a small, handmade silver amulet that he holds in his hand.. He's experiencing soul-wrenching angst after killing two German SS troopers to save his commanding officer. His vision and optic sensation have shifted to some trippy, dark, brooding perspective..

"Metal is from the earth, he thought as he scrutinized. From below: from that realm which is the lowest, the most dense. Land of trolls and caves, dank, always dark. Yin world, in its most melancholy aspect. World of corpses, decay and collapse. Of feces. All that has died, slipping and disintigrating back down layer by layer. The daemonic world of the immutable; the time-that-was.

And yet, in the sunlight, the silver triangle glittered. It reflected light. Fire, Mr. Tagomi thought. Not dank or dark object at all. Not heavy, weary, but pulsing with life. The high realm, aspects of yang: empyrean, ethereal. As befits work of art. Yes, that is artist's job: takes mineral rock from dark silent earth transforms it into shining light-reflecting from the sky."