Glacial Erratics

Spring Sunset

November 21, 2003

http://www.burningchrome.com:8000/~cdent/sky20031120/ThumbDSCN1628.JPG + ++ T    (1SK)

I walked south out the front door of work to this.    (1SL)

I bought my camera to have it with me at all times, for these moments. I've been forgetting, of late, to have it. I hate to carry things around.    (1SM)

It's nearly six o'clock in this picture. It's a warm Spring day in November.    (1SN)

Last night I watched 28 days later. Then I watched the alternate endings, then I watched the deleted scenes. Then I watched those things with commentary turned on. Then I watched the movie again with commentary turned on. Then it was past 4 am and I was due up at 8:30 to take the car for some scheduled maintenance.    (1SO)

My car has come up lame. It has some stuck brake calipers. I hope for warranty coverage.    (1SP)

If my car were in 28 days later, it would be lonely. The alternate ending where Jimmy dies and the women walk off down the hall is the best. "Too depressing", thought the directors, "we need to give them a glimmer of hope". The movies where everyone dies by the end, these are the good ones. Art imitating life. In the movie of my life I will be dead at the end. So will you, in yours. You have no warranty.    (1SQ)

So the moments of pinkified fluffy clouds, each one, a memory worth having.    (1SR)

I dropped off the car, walked downtown for a tasty bagel and some coffee, served to me by a man of unassuming friendliness whose demeanor reminded me of another.    (1SS)

I was at the Bakehouse. I left there for the environs of the Bakehouse's opposite, Soma, near to where that other man, Tom Donohue, used to operate his record store, TD's CDs and LPs. Tom has passed away, and is remembered by many. In my memory he is the demonstration of a simple but important truth that is good to know--it is his homily with humor--the lesson I've learned in the face of the myriad confusions and uncertainties of life: some folk are nice. I hope to keep this with me.    (1ST)

When he and I learned to talk to one another in his store I mistakenly thought he was being nice to my friends--who all knew him better and longer--through me. No, I realized, he was being nice, to me, because he is nice. That is a memory worth having. It is fuel for more than just a glimmer of hope.    (1SU)

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