Magic.

If such a thing exists, I'm sure it is contained where the ocean collides with a mass of land. The beach. Where two forces of nature meet. The ocean, which smacks angrily against the sand, and then serenely glides up the expanse of crowded tourists, only to repeat the process. And the land, unmoving against the beating that it takes, seems not to mind the intrusion. Yet, it's all so beautifully serene. The last two days of my life have been spent at this intersection of power and beauty, and I must say, I can't get enough of it.
So I've determined that I must live on a coast. I pay no mind as to where, but as long as I can look out and cannot resolve the edge of the horizon, then I'm good. So to all of you in Ohio, I apologize, but it will take a serious seismic shift of either geography or of my preferences for me to return on any sort of permanent basis. Coastal regions, prepare to have your world rocked.

Also, I'm going to Thailand next December. My friend Patrick is coming too. We found a couple of discounted tickets, so we're stoked about it. If anyone would like to accompany us, get a flight into Bangkok on the 9th of December 2008. It would be sweet if you would let me know as well, although I'm all for surprises.