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silverfae9His bushy white beard and cold-reddened nose make him look like Santa Claus, and this depresses me. No one wants to see Santa panhandling first thing in the morning. The front of his sign is facing away from me (people on buses don't give handouts) so I can only see the back. It says, simply, "Please?" I wonder how he decided which side to use.
We're going to the ocean this weekend, since I've never seen the Pacific. The Atlantic never held any mystery. It was always there, full of sharks and leading to Europe, Africa, and Greenland. The Pacific, on the other hand, left from mysterious sunny California, contained Hawaii, and was, you know, a pathway to the Orient. I always imagined lonely gulls reeling over craggy beaches when I imagined the Pacific. It seemed colder, mysterious, ultimately unknowable, and I've always wondered what it actually looks like. So maybe this weekend I'll finally get to see. It will be cold, but it will be worth it.
When you bring deep sea creatures up into the shallows, the change in pressure makes them explode. I think that's what Seattle was supposed to be for me, a place so outside what I knew that I would explode, mutate, become someone else. I haven't yet, except maybe I have. The thing I think I understand today is that I, like the Pacific coast, am unfathomable until I actually get there. I'm not here yet but I probably will be. These are the good old days.
We're going to the ocean this weekend, since I've never seen the Pacific. The Atlantic never held any mystery. It was always there, full of sharks and leading to Europe, Africa, and Greenland. The Pacific, on the other hand, left from mysterious sunny California, contained Hawaii, and was, you know, a pathway to the Orient. I always imagined lonely gulls reeling over craggy beaches when I imagined the Pacific. It seemed colder, mysterious, ultimately unknowable, and I've always wondered what it actually looks like. So maybe this weekend I'll finally get to see. It will be cold, but it will be worth it.
When you bring deep sea creatures up into the shallows, the change in pressure makes them explode. I think that's what Seattle was supposed to be for me, a place so outside what I knew that I would explode, mutate, become someone else. I haven't yet, except maybe I have. The thing I think I understand today is that I, like the Pacific coast, am unfathomable until I actually get there. I'm not here yet but I probably will be. These are the good old days.
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Date: 2003-11-06 12:59 am (UTC)On the other hand, that one not-song a few years ago had the line "Live in new york, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in California, but leave before it makes you soft."
So as per usual I could very possibly be wrong. Not the first time, odds are it won't be the last. Unless I go to bed tonight and wake up as some brilliant know-it-all. Not bloody likely.
Hmm.. Maybe I should try sleeping now, I'm starting to sound stupider than usual. More stupid. Stupider isn't a word.
SFG