June 1, 2010 - It is officially summer... according to me. I am well aware that the Summer Solstice is not until the 21st, the water temp is barely above freezing-my-ass-off-cold and the "gloom" will soon be creeping up to sit on our coast and block our beloved cancer lamp in the sky. Whatever. I'm still excited. Being partially solar powered, summer is what I look forward to all year. More of a state of mind than a mere tilting of the earth's axis toward the sun.
However, the reality of having a full time job bursts my seasonal bubble (no 3-month perma-sunburned vacation). The horror of spending 8-hours in a windowless dungeon while I imagine a city-wide bikini keg party BBQ going on outside starts to trickle in. The only solace I can find in this travesty will stem from the fact that summer sucks for surfing... No waves, crowded line-up, the influx of dangerous Stand-Up-Paddle kooks or Sea Janitors as they don't like to be called, hipsters on longboards and inner-city kids swimming in their clothes on the inside (sorry for the insensitive stereotype). Please don't mistake my cynicism as spewing pent up vitriolic hate, I'm merely stating the obvious inconveniences that come along with the joy of this time of year (like the small but painful zit on the inside corner of summer's nose).