Hurtling down tracks into the black unknown. Out the window, patterns collide, coalesce. The past slips away, clear and bright, muddled and missing. Neurons firing, consciousness tilts and darts, racing through focus. Soul surfers in the moment we all are. Continue reading Focal Point
The data didn’t fit her model. One look at the scatter plots on her laptop confirmed it.
“It’s the wrong protein.” She regretted speaking immediately. Continue reading I’ll Be Surfing
Every weekday morning she walked from her small apartment to the office building downtown. It was just part of her morning routine now. Getting up, taking a quick shower, getting dressed, grabbing a muffin or some fresh fruit from her small galley, and walking across the city to work. Continue reading Light at the End of the Tunnel
Dear Mom and Dad,
Meet Zoe (see the wahine sheila in the picture), your new daughter-in-law. Surprise! Sorry I haven’t
written in a while but, well, things have been a little crazy Down Under. The surfing has been gnarly down here. And, I didn’t think that I would like it, but the food is awesome!
We had to put off coming back to Munich for a couple of weeks, but you’ll get to meet her in person soon. She’s great and can’t wait to meet you. No worries, dad. Ja, natürlich. Sie hat ein bisschen Deutsch gelernt. She’s been helping me learn to talk like a regular Aussie bloke too. Continue reading Surfari Catch