“Ba(ja), Humbug, One and All”

This is an edited post, including the headline. It was a bit… harsh-er.

I am giving the credit for the “Baja, Humbug” to Stephen R. Davis, recently back in the northwest after an extended stay on the Big Island, and a surfer who has ‘posted up’ at length at lengthy point breaks in Lower California. And, he plans on returning; maybe even fairly soon.

I may have added the now-deleted nasty part. I could have, of course, chosen less coarse language, but, really, if it was “Baja, Humbug, pretty much any other negative noun,” would it be much less offensive? It wasn’t, like, exuberance or locker room bluster, it was cell phone bluster and a sort of sour grapes response to texts focused on tales of recent (like half an hour ago) and allegedly great waves (yeah, like bragging, possibly exaggerating or enhancing or embellishing) that neither Steve nor I were present to share or score or verify.

These texts were sent by surfers (more than one) we both know, and, yes, I do the same thing, but I wasn’t, in this instance, the one flaunting my luck and success. I was the one whining, going all negative, dredging up the crude vernacular (Language or dialect that is spoken by average citizens of a particular place, or is language used within a particular field or industry- YourDictionary) when the avuncular (Suggestive of an uncle, especially in kindliness or geniality- Merriam-Webster) would do.

Yes, I looked up both words just to make sure I was using them correctly.

I must admit that I have a habit of sharing my occasional successes out looking for waves with others; not in a grandiose or braggy kind of way, just, like, matter of factly, honestly. Such as: “All time Epic and Yes, I scored, I ripped, I… hello… you still there?”

I was on the phone with Stephen R. Davis, me on my job, he on his, and things… escalated. Others were scoring. Somewhere in here, with those swells that might or might not work around these parts, the iffy-ness and the almost-ness, and with the Christmas season upon us even before Thanksgiving, Steve came up with, “Bah, Humbug; I’m going to Baja.” It’s a quick jump from there to, “Baja, Humbug, Citizens and Surfers.”

Yeah, we could have said that.

Ah, Baja

There is FOMO, the Fear of missing out; and there’s ROMO, the Reality of missing out. Or, it could be the Reminder of missing out. NOW, if I were truly avuncular (and a surfer from Hawaii- not Steve- did call me ‘uncle’ recently, which, in the Hawaiian vernacular, can be a word used when greeting or refering to an older person due some modicum of respect- to which I, in response, asked, “So, like, how does an uncle refer to others? Like, nephew, niece?”) I might respond to the gloating with something like, “I am actually truly and incredibly happy you got choice waves. I’m sure you distinguished yourself among the other surf riders. God obviously loves you soooo much more than me. Why did you even get out of the water? etc. etc.”

I am, actually and truly, thankful that I have friends in the social chaos of the surf culture out here on the other, or another North Shore.

Okay, right after I check and try to read something into the readings from the ever-dropping number of available buoys, I am going to check out the various definitions of ‘Friend.’ I sort of believe that if someone totally critical of my surfing or my personality or my sometimes aggressive surfing in crowded conditions, or, perhaps, someone I have been critical of for any reason: if that surfer and I met at some remote location, say, Baja or Kansas or Seattle, we might consider each other as… kind of… friends.

Ba-ha! and Ho ho hooooo! Friends and uncles and aunts and nephews and nieces.

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