Nap

I spent an hour today comatose on the grass, guarded from the unusually warm sun by a large group of pine trees. It still amazes me after three years of working in San Francisco how a small square of green can calm and tranquilize the senses, even as the rest of civilization continues bustling onwards on every side of the oasis. The natural recharge just reset my body and mind and spirit in a much needed way and reminded me of the majesty of escape and necessity of nature in urban areas.

Conscience

I cannot and will not cut my conscience to fit this year’s fashions.

– Lillian Hellman (1905 – 1984), letter to Committee on Un-American Activities
of the House of Representatives, May 19, 1952

Blinded by the light

In new studies with light, “photonics crystal pioneer John Joannopoulos and his group at MIT” have found a way to change the frequency of light at will. While their thoughts on the potential uses involve “turning heat into light, for example, or prized terahertz rays,” I really have only one question: What does this mean for Pink Floyd Laser Light Shows?

Poop

Missed my ferry home tonight. By one minute. I didn’t want to wait the hour until the next boat, so I hopped across Market Street to catch the BART back home. The ride was a bit warm, you know the temperature when the AC is performing the A but not the C. Got to my destination station and sure enough the ticket is 30 cents short and I don’t have change. But wait, I’ve got another 60 cent ticket and with a little negotiating the BART gate agent lets me slide through. A short walk home and the evening can begin.

Sniff…sniff…Crap. That’s right. There was an inordinate amount of crap on the walk home. I was obviously on the dog crap path, a secretly marked route where it is allowed, hell, encouraged to let your dog’s business become every other pedestrian’s business.

Now I walk these sidewalks maybe once a month, just often enough to know it’s not the best part of town but that I will make it home safely if I don’t have a ride. Yet, never can I recall seeing any dog doo anywhere on the way home. Maybe it is just a newly instituted policy that I would know about if I had a dog. I don’t feel left out, more bewildered that suddenly (as far as I know) this is the place for the poop to pile up.

And piled it was, ending the work part of my day with a fragrant reminder of all the little things that didn’t quite fit together throughout the day. I’ll probably take the ferry next time.

Laurel Canyon

Mandy and I went to the Lumiere on California Street to see the movie Laurel Canyon today. This was our first time at the theatre, and even thought the carpet was a little worn and the screen a little small, I must show appreciation to the smaller venues that are still interested in playing independent movies. The Landmark chain in San Francisco is excellent in this regard.

Laurel Canyon, the place not the movie, is a beautiful area flirting with the reality of Los Angeles. Inhabited in different decades by different groups of people with one thing in common, the desire to not be weighed down by the concerns of the standard la fare. Having driven around the canyon, it doesn’t have the separation I envision it once had in the 60’s and 70’s, but you can’t help but feel the gentle nudge away from the city’s vibe by the geography.

The young girlfriend/PhD student Alex, played by Kate Beckinsale, probably faces the most important moral questions in the movie and these center around the decisions of the paths we choose to take in life. Teetering at the brink of finishing her dissertation on the genomics of fruit fly reproduction (fascinating, really), she is submersed in an environment that makes her question the strict and orderly progression of her life. She is the type of person who has had it all figured out, only to find that everything can and will be turned right upside down without any warning. And it does. Sex, drugs and rock n’ roll – as the saying goes.

Alex’s boyfriend’s mother is a frustrated, crispy record producer trying to finish the challenge that is recording an album. Frances McDormand really takes the part and owns it. As much as she was the protective, provident mother in Almost Famous, she is now indulgent and relaxed and shows you the other side of parenting. Between the mother and the band, Alex is introduced to options she has probably only heard rumors about and, in the most childlike curiosity, jumps in head first and holds her breath most of the movie, trying to satiate and justify her choices to this point.

And if there is anything to take away from the movie, I believe it to be this: that life is to be lived and enjoyed and partaken of but there is not one correct interpretation of “the life” to be led. Enjoy the differences, celebrate the people who show up in your life, and focus on how you can add value to everyone’s life, including your own.

Maybe I didn’t get all of that from the movie, but I think it’s fairly decent advice all the same.

CS 101

For those who care or might understand, I wrote my first shell script and set the crontab to execute it by using vi! What’s that mean? Well, for starters, no one is going to hire me just yet for my programming skills, but it does allow me to personalize my servers and set them up to do my bidding (insert evil laugh here).