I’m struggling to find the words to express this feeling of dissonance – this being alone in a world of others who sometimes seem at the end of the day so alien that I might as well have been thrown in a chimpanzee cage or in the outer pastures with the zebras – there is connection but it lasts for about ten, maybe twenty minutes and then it disengages and becomes the solo act again.…
If I could have had one wish tonight it would be to sleep in my bed with my dogs by my side. BUT NO. Instead, I’m at the LAX Renaissance Hotel booked on a flight that leaves tomorrow morning and doesn’t arrive until late tomorrow afternoon in New Orleans. United Airlines – the flight from SF to LA was delayed one hour – everyone said the plane would wait in LA – I arrived at…
At coffee with a friend late yesterday, we discussed the sexes and how they differ. I told her that I mistakenly have believed most of my life that men were human beings like she and me. They are human of course, but now I am starting to see, not like me. So for all the excuses or allowances I have given them in life, I played a part in my own sabotage by not being…
I love traveling and meeting with different people both known and unknown because it’s this collective unconscious that you accumulate and take back with you. A woman who admires me for my business acumen now teaches me how to ask for what I want in personal relationships. A man who has always been my confidant gives me lessons in the other “sex” and informs me that I know nothing about the male psyche other than…
I woke this morning to see the dawn light up the bay sky – seventeen years ago, I could lie in my bed on Mason Street and see the same view. I got to the office before 7AM and couldn’t find my key – but I’ve changed key chains maybe five times in the past seven years and so where is that key? In my mind my dreams from last night floated through my conscious…
Had dinner with friends who just celebrated their 13 year wedding anniversary. They are doing great. Their child is doing great. They have a terrific dog. Their house is gorgeous. Their jobs are going well. And there it is.
I read an interesting article about how the whole blogging phenomenon is about people engaging in conversation. More like a monologue than a dialogue it would seem to me. I liken this blogging experiment more to a pulse check – is my heart pumping red blood and is that oxygen coming through my parted lips or artificial life support? It’s up and down the road of life – heart swelling with joie de vivre one…
Harry says in a SF Chronicle interview that if she took out a personal ad it would read: “Fun-loving sex maniac available”
Here in San Francisco is a cornucopia of bright white light, brand spanking new architecture (from hip to hop), clothes, shoes, wine, cheese, olives, coffee, old and new stuff, pulchritude, food, ethnicities, things to do, too hip to hop, too cool for school, abundance of abundance, Barneys, Gumps, Apple, shoes, boots, handsome men, stylish women, well bred dogs, well heeled kids, even roads, light, air, blue, white, small, large, and XXL. I pass Cafe Mozart…
Arriving in San Francisco yesterday to a gorgeous day reminds me that it was always a gorgeous day here – bright blue sunshine – white light that twinkles in its crispness – cool dry air that is remarkably similar to man made air conditioning – and the beautiful people. My cab driver is so handsome I have to ask him if he is Turkish – he’s not (Iranian and and Afghanistanian) – he is dressed…