i send my SOS to the world- this is my message in a bottle. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lost and Found Dan and I attempted to go to the Purple Onion on Columbus for "An evening of stand-up comedy, human beat boxing, spoken word poetry, a one man guitar orchestra with a generous dollop of soul singing thrown in for good measure." We drove through the streets while I tried to acclimate to the my new surroundings, the mist of earlier rain fogging my windows. It was an adventure, or so I proudly proclaimed as we navigated the labyrinth of one way streets and no-left turns. Up and down streets I had never seen, little shops and cafes, rows and rows of them intermingled with high rises and homes. We ended up through North Beach and to the Embarcadero, winding up and down, Coit Tower blinking in the background. One of the reasons that I came here was in the fact that I couldn't get lost in San Diego if i tried. And there is a freedom sometimes in being able to get lost- and I wanted to go somewhere were that was entirely possible. There are roads that I don't know and little inlets and places that I've never seen, little eateries to discover that may one day become staples and favorites. The streets were slick with a passing rain and then it began to rain harder, at one point obscuring the road completely. The raindrops fell in a hard hitting staccato, leaving shiny marks upon the road like little flashes of light. I almost couldn't see where I was going at all somewhat lost in a place so far from everything familiar, and in a way it couldn't have been more liberating. We never ended up getting to the club. Instead, the spirit of adventure made us forfeit our original plans- or perhaps it was hunger. At any rate, driving around was more than enough for me. We ended up at this little IHOP, me with a shortstack of pancakes and the strawberry syrup that reminded me so strongly of my breakfasts with Claire. At any rate, it was good to be able to discuss with someone here the things that have been integral to what I've been going through here- someone who in a way is a bridge between all of the old things and the new things...in a way that my past is apparent, but without the trappings of being a part of that past for a long time. I guess I learned last night that sometimes getting lost isn't a matter of finding anything, it's stumbling across exactly what you need at whatever time it's needed. 1:42 p.m. - Friday, Jan. 28, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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