In an hour it’s World Refugee Day. I mention it in passing, though I think that if you are not paying attention to the fact every day it’s not worth pretending you give a crap, but that is just me. Tomorrow is also International Surfing Day. Consequently I’m taking off …
I’m wrung out, hollow, yet so full of school, work, and future research projects that I’m ready to explode. Or is it implode? Could be either I suppose. The results, compared, would be similar. I read the hurricane reports, a well meaning friend sent them to me via email late …
