Hi, I’m Cynthia, and I live in Houston, TX with the boyfriend and the sweet black cat. I’m a lot of things: writer, artist, yogi, surfer-in-training… well, everything-in-training. Once upon a time I went to art school, and right now I’m lucky enough to work in digital marketing at an ecommerce fashion retailer. These days I write more than draw or paint, but there’s always a creative project in the works.
This is my boyfriend Chris. Chris likes to touch wave face. Well, we both do really (it feels like you’re flying). He’s much better at it, though! We go surfing at the beach as often as possible. Can you see why?
Likely By Sea is a lifestyle blog, which means it covers anything including diy, style, recipes, books, photography, yoga, surfing, and the Texas Gulf Coast from Galveston to Surfside to South Padre Island. Live a little. In the sunshine. Longboard days ahead.
The headline comes from one of my favorite poems by David Berman, Classic Water.
“I remember Kitty saying we shared a deep longing for
the consolation prize, laughing as we rinsed the stagecoach.
I remember the night we camped out
and I heard her whisper
“think of me as a place” from her sleeping bag
with the centaur print.
I remember being in her father’s basement workshop
when we picked up an unknown man sobbing over the shortwave radio
and the night we got so high we convinced ourselves
that the road was a hologram projected by the headlight beams.
I remember how she would always get everyone to vote
on what we should do next and the time she said
“all water is classic water” and shyly turned her face away.
At volleyball games her parents sat in the bleachers
like ambassadors from Indiana in all their midwestern schmaltz.
She was destroyed when they were busted for operating
a private judicial system within U.S. borders.
Sometimes I’m awakened in the middle of the night
by the clatter of a room service cart and I think back on Kitty.
Those summer evenings by the government lake,
talking about the paradox of multiple Santas
or how it felt to have your heart broken.
I still get a hollow feeling on Labor Day when the summer ends
and I remember how I would always refer to her boyfriends
as what’s-his-face, which was wrong of me and I’d like
to apologize to those guys right now, wherever they are:
No one deserves to be called what’s-his-face.”
– David Berman
