First the Blood Moon, now this from Los Angeles. The money line? “Johnson, along with his recovered penis, was taken to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center…”
And in those days shall men seek death, and shall not find it; and shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them. Rev 9:6
Was notified via facebook that our daughter Mischa has gone into labor far off in Japan. I complain alot about facebook but live chat with Sergeant Eddie’s parents in Texas while we all await more news from Japan is kind of special.
So I’m up at OMG:30 sipping coffee watching facebook for those little orange update notifications feeling pretty good about this modern world when they shove a little customer satisfaction survey my way. Hmmmmmmmm.
“In the Spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.” – Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Last week must have been Winter’s last gasp, it rained three of those seven days and was pretty darn cold for San Diego. This week however has been downright balmy and like wildflowers after a gentle spring rain, the women of San Diego are in full bloom.
At first I felt a bit sheepish stealing glances downtown but these women aren’t tarts on the hunt for rich husbands down in the Gaslamp on a Friday night. They’re professionals (paralegals and secretaries) on their coffee break – hey there’s Alex, one of my B Street clients - Dang girl! It’s just the style down here now. Very short gauzy dresses that catch the breeze in the most delightful ways. I’ve found that these women welcome an appreciative look and a smile. We’re all grownups in the big city right?
But it wasn’t a shapely young women that got my heart racing this week and inspired this post, it was a boat.
On my lunchbreaks I drive down to Harbor Island. I eat while I drive so I can get more walking time in. Yesterday I was over by the fuel dock when a white skiff caught my eye. It was motoring up the channel with a man standing back at the tiller. At first I thought it was some Panga variant but it was way too wide at the transom… My God… could it be a Tollman Skiff?
It was too far away to get a good picture with my phone but it seemed to be angling right toward… I turned on my heel, ran back to my car and gunned it out of the parking lot. If I could make the light at Harbor Drive, I could intercept the skiff at Spanish Landing.
I was driving way too fast and I still missed the light. Why was I so anxious? It’s just another happy little boat. When I got down to Spanish Landing there was no sign of the skiff. I stood there on the beach scanning the docks and then the channel for a glimpse of a wake or something. There I was spinning around and around like some befuddled hero in a bad Brian DePalma movie. Or an old Bob Dylan song.
“He hears the ticking of the clocks – small waves whisper to the rocks – he hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailors all come in – Maybe she’ll pick him out again – how long must he wait? – once more for a simple twist of fate.”
Moving to Southern California has been a big kick in the ass. I find I have all kind of things to write about but not much time or energy left to wrestle the words into coherent sentences and paragraphs. The ideas build up and then start nagging me so maybe I’ll change the oil and charge up the battery on this old blog.
Life in San Diego is laid back and intense at the same time. The mild weather, Pacific Ocean and thriving Craft Beer scene provide the illusion of bliss but the cost of housing drives many into juggling multiple jobs and hellish commutes. All in all it’s been a real eye opener for this old farm town dog.
The local talk radio is incredibly lame, I can feel my brain getting softer while listening to KOGO yet I can’t help but tune in around 5:50 PM to hear Tori Peck and her moronic sidekick Sully give out prizes to the “lucky” commuter who’s stuck in the worst traffic.
Sully: “OK up next we have Bob on the 805. Bob what’s it look like out there buddy?”
Bob: “It looks like a freaking parking lot, It was slow and go up until Claremont Mesa but now it’s bumper to bumper as far as the eye can see.”
Tori: “Oooo that’s gonna be a tough one to beat today, we have an accident just up the road at the 52 interchange that’s just making a complete mess of things. Bob it looks like you’re going to the big Fred Hall Sports Show at the Del Mar Fairgrounds!”
Bob: “That’s awesome Tori but can I just pass on a message to my wife? Siobhán? I love you sweetheart and hope to see you again soon… one of these days.”
I remember the first time I really felt like a local down here. I was listening to NPR on my way to work whenTori (she does traffic for several stations all day and into the night) comes on with news of a suicide off the Laurel St bridge that had South 163 backed up to Balboa. I was merging onto 163 when I heard this and my hand reflexively hit the left blinker and I faded over to stay on the 15 to University Ave. smooth as silk.
I listen to a lot of radio because I’m in the car so much but it brings me no pleasure. Conservative Talk just seems to be a bunch of Rush Limbaugh (a genuine talent) wannabes hopping from one outrage to the next in between gold and identity theft protection commercials. I switch to NPR because at least it sounds soothing but soon it just becomes so many earnest people picking at emotional scabs… I find myself wondering what Kim Kardashian and her fat ass are up to?
Just wanted to let anyone that might have been wondering know that we are alive and well. Within three days of moving to San Diego I landed a job! Life is good down here and we have a plan that we are working on. You know what they say about plans and God laughing but the important thing is to work the plan.
It’s true! Living well is the best revenge
“The world is what you make of it, friend. If it doesn’t fit, you make alterations.” – Stella
I have been at this blogging thing off and on since 2005 and I think it has finally worked it’s way out of my system. We are moving at the end of the month so that and the job hunt and kicking my life back into gear is taking most of my energy. Which is how it should be.
I’ve enjoyed writing and corresponding with you all and will undoubtedly pop up from time to time in various comment sections of other blogs. I still think blogging is a bona-fide art form and some people still do it very well indeed.
At this point I need to acknowledge and thank my interweb influences. Everything I ever needed to know about blogging I learned from reading Kim DuToit, Xavier’s Thoughts, and View From The Porch. Of those three, I take great pleasure in noting that the last man standing, el último hombre – so to speak, has turned out to be a girl.
“Here’s to the good stuff! May it last a long long time.”