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Monday October 23, 2006
If you're the right loser, this iPod could be yours 
| | (Wish somebody had done that when I lost my first iPod on a plane. Also my first GPS. Also... well, never mind.) |
The East within
| | I've lived in California since August of '85 — a little more than 21 years. Yet life is an anchored vector. No matter where you go, or what you do, you can't change where you're from. Which, in my case, is New Jersey. Specifically, the part of Jersey that's as close as any of New York's boroughs. Which makes me something of a New Yawka too. |
| | Much as I love California, and as deeply settled as I am there, a part of me will always be visiting. That's the part that will always be native to "back east" (as they say out west — see? The country has a vector too.) |
| | Flying out of L.A. last night, the view was unusually clear, and stayed that way. I could see to San Diego from over L.A., to Phoenix from over Flagstaff. I finally got myself to sleep after Albequerque. Woke up over Missouri somewhere. It was clear there too. Then I woke up over Chesepeake Bay, and could see ahead to the southern end of New Jersey. As we passed across Monmouth county and out north of Sandy Hook, The shape of Long Island was a lacework of tiny lights. Dawn, breaking over the Atlantic far to the east, was an edge of light over a scallop of distant clouds. As we began our descent over Providence, the cloud layers began to slide close beneath the plane. |
| | As we punched down through the clouds, streaks of rain appeared in the plane's headlights. When we reached ground just before dawn, it was rainy and gloomy. But I loved it, because, well, this end of the country is my homeland. |
| | It helped that the rain had ended, of course. But even in the morning gloom, fall colors paint the landscape, and fall smells fill the air. Nice. |
| | Soon as I got to Cambridge, I parked, walked several blocks to Peets Coffee, picked up the best-tasting cappucino I've had in weeks, walked back to the car, and drove on to the new Berkman headquarters, where I am now coz'd into an office that looks out on soggy houses and trees. The sky is gray overhead. I already feel settled. One more dose of caffeine, and I'll be set. |
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