Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence?
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Sunday, February 13, 2005 The Pitch: It's like Meeting People Is Easy meets The Stranger meets Wattstax! Or it would have been if I'd had the ability to stay awake long enough: Edi and I watched (finally) Meeting People Is Easy last night and turned it off in time to catch the opening of Orson Welles' The Stranger on KQED, which they followed up with Wattstax, honest to God. I wanted to watch, at least until Isaac Hayes appeared (which I'm sure would have been the end of the film--how could you follow Isaac Hayes?) but I was just too punked out. I'd spent most of the day drinking, which is not really my thing, as Patrick organized a kilt fitting party for his groomsmen and wisely bookended it with visits to nearby pubs.This is just a quick note to let you all know we returned safely from Half Moon Bay. We had a fine ol' time, although I woke up Friday morning feeling punky and we had to work kinda hard to check out, walk on the beach, and get my butt to work at CE in time. It was worth it, though: 9:15 a.m. found us walking under a sunless sky, watching forty wet-suited surfers bob like seals in the surf. Occasionally one of them would climb on to their board, and the board would climb onto the wave, and suddenly there would be a man crouching on the edge of the sea, pivoting across the quickening band of white, and then the sound of the surf would rise in the air and the man would tumble again into the sea. It didn't happen very often though. Mainly, Edi and I watched small birds that dashed so quickly along the edge of the water their legs flickered stroboscopically. They stole from each other small stones, again and again, so that the stones had no chance to be put to any good purpose. The birds robbed each other of the stones, and robbed the stones of all utility, and the sun refused to emerge through the cloud cover, flavoring everything with the sense of the eternal. The surfers had always bobbed in the water; the birds had always darted on the shore; Edi and I had always walked there watching all of this, and are walking there still. Two more days of work--two more days of helping the attorneys steal small stones from each other--and then I'm done for a week and a half. I've got a lot on my plate for this week, but at least I'll have ten days away from the office. I can't even begin to tell you how grateful I am for that. posted by Jeff Lester | 10:18 PM | |
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