We here at the BSBFB believe human beings, especially male human beings, could use a little more unstructured folderol in their lives.
So, for instance, here we have ingredients: An ocean to jump in, a little bike to ride, a little duct tape and foam, and a bunch of friends. There aren’t any rules. Just amuse yourself and your friends. That’s it. If this isn’t unstructured folderol, I don’t know what is. I’m sure they all went home sunburned and scraped and happy. The only problem, if there is one, is the camera.
We’re watching this on YouTube, so it would be easy to say that we’re part of this problem. But when the desire to produce a video artifact trumps the desire to do the actual thing, the world is upside down and backwards. Which it is.
Duct tape some foam on your kid’s bike and roll off a cliff into the ocean, and make a video. That’s fine. We’ll watch it, I promise. Go the next day, without the camera, just because you want to, and the same thing becomes sublime.
Now there’s a record that will stand — or more likely sit quietly in a barcalounger in the activity room — for a long time. Dude is 95, and decides to give scuba diving a go. The Guinness Book of World Records has gotten a little strange lately, introducing records that no one cared about in the first place. Most uncooked spaghetti strands in a single nostril. Most Lady Pac Man machines oiled in a two week period. Most ant farm foreclosures. But our antedeluvian diver is legit. A 95-year-old diver is indeed a notable thing. God rest you merry gentleman. Now on to the hang gliding!
All You Need Is a 125-Foot Snorkel, and You Could Dive It, Too
That pool is 131 feet deep. Yikes. Guillaume Nery makes looking for pennies at the bottom easy, but he’s a pro. The world is big and rich, and you can make a pretty good living by holding your breath. I tried holding my breath to get stuff when I was a youngster, but dad could always outlast me.