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SlipperySloap

49 M Palo Alto, CA

My Details

Last Online
Today – 6:15pm
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
White
Height
6′ 2″ (1.88m)
Body Type
Fit
Diet
Anything
Smokes
No
Drinks
Socially
Drugs
Never
Religion
Agnosticism, and somewhat serious about it
Sign
Scorpio, but it doesn’t matter
Education
Graduated from university
Job
Entertainment / Media
Income
Relationship Status
Single
Relationship Type
Offspring
Has kids, but doesn’t want more
Pets
Speaks
English

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6/19 - The tradewinds died today, so I stayed home. Took the kayak and paddled a couple of miles out to where a submarine brings tourists every day to a peek at a shipwreck. Stuck my nose overboard to look from the surface, and there was the wreck, gloomy and too deep to freedive. I thought better of jumping off the boat this far out in blue water, alone. California's not the only place where people enter the food chain when they enter the ocean. I paddled to the reef near downtown Lahaina - an area known as "The Sharkpit" - and dropped in with my snorkel. It did not disappoint. In a few minutes, a 4- or 5-foot whitetip cruised under me. These juvenile sharks are supposed to be harmless in this area, but this one was big enough to cause my heart rate to notch upwards. Then turtles soared peacefully, and soothingly by. Finally, another, much larger visitor appeared out of nowhere - a monk seal. I was warned not to trust these appealing, streamlined creatures, as they can quickly go from inquisitive to aggressive. My friend had recounted a harrowing story of one that harassed him to the point of his fearing for his life, while he was spearfishing. This one showed up to have a look at me and my little inflatable boat, which he (or she) found irresistible. Then he flipped over and spooned the boat. Enough said.

6/18 - My daughter flew home on Monday and I took advantage of the first few days on my own to wake up early and go surfing for a couple of hours. After, I drove to the north shore - the trade winds pick up around 11 or so - to go windsurfing. This sport was an obsession for me for years and it drove me mad. The routine: drive to the beach, rig the gear, wait for wind, sail out in a maelstrom of smoking whitecaps and go full tilt until the wind dies or your arms give out, come back to the beach, rest and repeat The last couple of days have felt so familiar. It is so pointless, yet so completely engrossing, to lose myself in a pursuit like this. Yet, there is a focus -- that comes from being three or four miles off shore, all alone, in deep-dark-blue swells, the depths under you inhabited by god knows what, with the wind roaring in your ears, and tearing at your arms -- that I find in only a few other things.

6/7 - Hana Highway. Waterfalls with swimming holes. Fish nibbling on our toes. Swinging from vines. Windsurfers at Ho'okipa. Getting lost in jeep roads and jungle looking for Pe'ahi (Jaws). Rain and double rainbows.

6/5 - Status: floating. My daughter has slipped into Maui's seas and unfolded her vestigial gills. No wonder she feels at home here: I taught her how to swim on this island years ago, in another month of leisure, in another kind of pool, in another kind of life. We are exploring the island by kayak, piercing the eye of tradewinds, surging over and through frothing swells, pushing into the maelstrom a mile or two, then tucking our delicate, but seaworthy, inflated boat into a tiny cove encircled with shards of shattered lava and guarded from below by bulwark of coral and bristling urchins. Inside this protective ring, the world explodes with a fireworks of fish. We roll overboard and float for hours, following one brilliant missile and another, diving down to scoop up a cowrie, or to peer under a rock to see whether a stripe or a polka dot betrays an eel or a lobster. The foaming sea outside our little pool is almost forgotten until a wave crashes over our fortress of rocks and fills the cove with bubbles. We are buoyed by the ocean's effervescence and can't help laughing as we fall deeply in love with the world again.

6/1 - The entire month of May blew by. I did a "thing" for Maker Faire and I squeezed in a pile of extra work, all in preparation for this...sitting now under a whirling ceiling fan in shorts and bare feet, listening to waves crumble over lava cobblestones a few yards from my door. Have visited with an old friend and her family, but now they're off for a couple of months and the place is mine and my daughter's. If only I could think of something to do with all this time ...

4/30 - The trouble with a blog, as with so many things in life, is that you've got to keep it up (for example: "the good work"; your elbow, when throwing a baseball; and your line of sight, when picking your way down a gnarly double-black diamond). But there are days and weeks when some part of life accelerates to the speed of sound while other parts grind to a screeching, nails-ripping-the-chalkboard, skittering, teeth-rattling, flesh creeping halt. Sometimes, it's the fun stuff that takes a sticking no matter how much your Goretex is wicking. It's one of those weeks, and it's only Wednesday. Letter writing to school boards and doctors, searching for dad's lost hearing aid, dealing with a boat bottom that's overdue for de-oystering, de-blistering and a couple of fresh coats of environmentally correct anti-fouling cobalt-blue paint; teenagers grumping; and a steady parade through the cubicle of people with questions, needs, and very, VERY urgent concerns - as far they're concerned. How good it would be to be 20-something, self-employed again, and at the payday end of a long, cool, creative project, with nothing but Maui, corduroy wave trains, and tequila sunsets on the horizon. In truth, life is at least as interesting today as it was at 20, but sometimes there's no time to breathe. There are dings to repair, tires to patch, circuits to wire, and piper's to pay; meanwhile the wind's whipping, the sun's blazing, the swell's grinding, the fish are famished and the rivers are running for their lives. At least somebody out there's having fun. Hope it's you.

4/23 - Today I trained co-workers to use a new 3D rendering system. Makes beautiful photo-realistic imagery of things that don't actually exist. The new toys could change everything about the way these guys will work and they were understandably resistant to the switch. Why is change so much harder than doing the same thing the same old way? I ask myself this same question all the time.

4/20 - Went to SF to pick up a new-used surfboard from a 6'6 Russian guy with a number tattooed onto his forearm and paintings by a famous Russian impressionist hanging on his wall. The painter turned out to be his grandfather. The board was shaped and signed by Steve Walden 10 years or so ago, which makes it one of those dying breed of things somebody crafted with their own two hands, which I closely relate to. Now surfboards are almost all shaped by machines that copy the designs of these old masters.

The surf was huge and angry down at Ocean Beach: tall as a house and dropping like bombs onto the sand. Drove down to Pacifica and found still booming swell, but spaced out enough to make paddling out just possible. Me and the other surfers wallowed in the blown out chop and struggled to catch a wave in the rising tide and rough conditions. Then huge rogue swell rose out of nowhere and dropped onto our heads like Dorothy's house dropping on the Wicked Witch of the East. That was enough for me. Waterlogged and flattened, I made my way back to shore. Not the best day surfing, but still a day in the ocean. Me and Walden will be back.

4/13 - On belay. Several hours at Planet Granite today top-roping my 13-year-old daughter who skittered her way up 5.11a routes like Spiderman. Being a dad is exhausting, thankless, even disheartening, sometimes, but once in awhile you just stand back and watch your kids doing what you've been gently nudging them into for 15 years, and you get to to say, "Wow, that's my kid!" It has been a great weekend that way.

4/12 - Surfed most of the day with my older daughter in Santa Cruz at 41st Ave. 3-4 foot swell, perfect sunny skies, otters in the lineup. Forgot my hood - was too warm for it, anyway - and forgot to sunscreen my ears. They wouldn't be any redder if I had just walked into a wedding and OI had forgotten to put on my pants.

4/11 - Work can sometimes be slow (whose can't?) but today mine got a big jolt of caffeine. I was handed the the keys to a $1 million computer cluster, for 3D rendering. Just took 10 hours rendering time down to 10 minutes. Waxing up my surfboard. Hello free time!

4/10 - Went to the Exploratorium for its adult After Dark Thursday night. Pretty cool, but would be way more interesting with a friend. One of my buddies works there and gave me free passes. My favorite thing? A spinning motor connected to a series of gears. At each step, there's a 50:1 reduction. The first gear whirs endlessly along; the last is turning so slowly that it will take several trillion years to complete a single rotation - it's literally stuck in a block of concrete. The gears are spinning on one end, but nothing at all seems to be happening on the other. I've been there. Good to be in motion now.

4/9/14 - Sugar Bowl was warmer than a baby's milk bottle. Snow the texture of a lemon ice in Sorrento. If it were flowing any faster down the hill we would have been surfing, not snowboarding. It was slushy, slashy and super fun and we had the whole mountain to ourselves. Ended the day with fennel salad and risotto in Sacramento. Squisito! An Italian finish to another California day.

4/8/14 - Playing hooky tomorrow and going snowboarding with my buddy at Sugar Bowl. End of the season and last chance to slide down some slippery stuff in the sun. Eyeballing my trusty ride, a big old powder board with a psychedelic portrait of a Tantric princess in violet blue on the top sheet. She’s called the Emmagator. Have been riding her for almost 20 years.

My best friend since junior high is turning 50 this summer. His wife just sent out party invites to the birthday party. We really are crossing the great divide. This is serious. Time to crank up the fun dial. Party in Grass Valley. Why? No idea. Epic bike rides and whitewater up there though. Sure to be fun. Should I buy a tux? Never owned one. Certain to be the first and last if I do.

4/6 - A person with a pretty good bead on me read my “updated” profile the other day and told me “all the joy had gone out of it;” it had become a shopping list. That hurt, but she was right. I have been turning over rocks looking for someone with all the features that make up some kind of ideal significant other, rather than simply focusing on enjoying my great life, getting to know new people, and finding joy where I can along the way. There’s so much opportunity for amazing experiences and real happiness if you can simply enjoy the journey. Is there any better destination?

With that, I’m wiping the chalkboard and starting over. For now, you get me, Sean’s Blog, as I happen. If you see something you like, or if you think you’d like to come along for the ride some time, drop me a line. It’s a short beautiful paddle through the rose garden: Perhaps we’ll catch its scent together.

"Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing—absolute nothing—half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.” -Wind in the Willows.
What I’m doing with my life
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Making it happen, one day at a time.
I’m really good at
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I'm good at almost everything I set my mind to, but I'm not good at setting my mind to doing just one thing.
The first things people usually notice about me
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I smile and I "get it." I'm pretty intuitive and I usually can tell how you're feeling and I don't have any trouble understanding why.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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I love the arts, in general. I include food in that category.

My favorite musician: Elvis Costello
My favorite movie: Monsters Inc.
My favorite book: The Elements of Style
My favorite food: Vitello Milanese, that my mother still cooks on my birthday. My Nonna's apple strudel that I haven't had since she died.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
A body of water
My own body moving through it
Friends
Family
Love
Knowledge
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
Life, and how to live it well. Why I spend too much time thinking and not enough time living better.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Living well. Or thinking about it.
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I’m looking for
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  • Ages 36–50
  • Near me
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating
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