HEY EVERYONE I FOUND IT
Not in San Francisco, but a few miles to the south. Mountain View. I’m at a coffee shop dosing myself with excess caffiene, and using the wifi because the motel wifi doesn’t work. I cannot connect to Google. In Mountain View. I would be able to pick up Google on my dental fillings here.
Hey, I can use that line tomorrow in the speech. Which reminds me: NEED TO WRITE A SPEECH. Seriously. I am here to give a speech, and I don’t have one. I mean, I do, but I haven’t talked it out. Lucky are the people who have speech they can give to the National Chemical Syndicate and the Organic Kiwigruit Advisory Board, with only cosmetic adjustments and local references. Maybe I should get myself one of those!
Except I hate saying the same lines over and over. I don’t like pretending I haven’t said this ninety-nine times before, so I don’t. And now here I am. Well, not a problem. Memorize the bullet points, then walk around up and down the street talking to myself until I have it.
Good flight here, I guess. Except for my Sony wireless noise-cancelling headphones, which I hate. They periodically issue a distracting BONG. No idea why. I think it might be alerting me to a change in cabin pressure or altitude, which might require recalibration. It’s that sensitive. Or, like an adolescent, it wants to make you think it’s that sensitive. It accomplishes one thing, which is to wake me from the thin and miserable slumber one gets on a plane.
I was actually in the zone while we waited to take off, close to sleep, major-key ambient playing - that hearts-of-space-type gassy stuff they turn out by the yard. I noted my mind was starting to come up with stuff on its own, not driven or directed thoughts, and that realization is a tricky moment. Examine it too much and the mood is broken. You almost have to pretend you didn’t notice it. Lie to yourself. But it’s possible to return consciously to the details that had come unbidden, and will yourself back into it.
Does any of that seem familiar?
Anyway. I’m also here at the Peet’s because the hotel is undergoing renovations, shall we say, so a nap is out of the question. Bandsaws next door zzzZZZZZRRRRRMMRMMZZZzzzzzz.
The area is basic endless commercial districts, and the oldest buildings are from the 60s. Some California designs here and there, now looking ancient and forgotten, like the totems left behind by a civilization that once ruled this land. No one believes in those gods anymore.
Across the street from this Peet’s is an office building that decided quite correctly that enormous abstract art is the key to getting tenants.
Love the cracked and sunken brick where once a tree was imprisoned.
Well, I have to write a column, then go to dinner with the event coordinators, so back to work.
It’s been a long long day, and all I’ve done is go from Minneapolis to San Francisco. Isn’t that odd? Once upon a time that took days; now it’s something you knock off in the morning.
More tomorrow, and if it’s as thrilling as this you may want to lay aside some compounds that slow the heart rate.
I think I intended to find a better banner picture for this week, but I haven't the time tonight, and this has a nice hallucinatory character.