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December 21, 2005

How I spent my solstice

Matthew and I walked in the near-rain to the Ferry Building. In the stores there, I bought a REDACTED and three DELETED for Becky. We sat outside eating Mexican food, my back to the Bay.

Matthew looked out across the water. "Lihui is back in the Port of Oakland." I nodded. "You know, the scrap steel ship on the Honolulu run? A big old Art Deco rustbucket. It's just nice to see it back."

This morning, on the Bay Bridge, I looked at the water to the south. Fog obscured the land on both sides, and low dank clouds stretched almost to Alviso. A broad strip of pale pink sky lay on the horizon. It backlit two freighters anchored off Oakland. I thought of pulling over to take a photo until I remembered where I was, on a high-speed suspension bridge with no breakdown lane.

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We had a similar experience last week while crossing the Hood Canal Bridge. Something dark and mysterious was flipping its tail and side fins in the water. We could see it surface, and the gulls were circling all about it. Couldn't get a good look though, and there's no breakdown lane, so we had to drive by and let the moment go.
Sure hope Becky likes her redacted and deleted gifts.
Happy Solstice, Chris.

Posted by: Rexroth's Daughter at December 21, 2005 03:54 PM
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I really miss the bay area. Every time I watch one of those discovery channel things done there (mythbusters, some hand-tool racing show, etc.) I get sad... they visit places like the east bay vivarium, urban ore, downtown oakland, etc.

plus people there don't try to outlaw being a decent human being like they do here.

Posted by: craig at December 21, 2005 04:32 PM
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=v= Hey, I went there on Saturday for the Farmers Market and picked up a REDACTED and a couple of DELETEDs myself. Plus, in a back corner, I got CENSORED and also 404 NOT FOUND.

Had some good Mexican food there, too.

Posted by: Jym at December 21, 2005 10:29 PM
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Call me crazy, but I like to get my wife actual gifts instead of adjectives.

I guess you Californians roll a little differently.

Posted by: Auguste at December 21, 2005 11:22 PM
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ok dammit, this is the last straw. That damned patriot act has finally gone too far.

Posted by: craig at December 22, 2005 12:39 AM
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(and if you don't think that's funny, give me a break - it's almost 4 am.)

Posted by: craig at December 22, 2005 12:40 AM
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There are a couple of sentences in this paragraph that immediately reminded me of Chris and his efforts to keep himself and all of us conscious of our connections to the natural realms.

"It always comes down to the one thing we never study in school, the one thing we cannot learn about in this country without a great deal of personal extracurricular effort -- consciousness. As we have known at least since the Sixties, the core issue of our existence is consciousness, which our corporate state is compelled to control at all times. That's why drugs are illegal; that's why we have hundreds of television channels; and that's why you will never find anything much resembling the truth in U.S. newspapers and magazines. But there are still those of us who remember our consciousness experiments in the Sixties. Remember what is like to peer into other realities, not to mention observe the inherent folly and frequent horror of our own war-profit-driven, animal murdering, death-and-sex-without-love obsessed culture. There are those of us who know that when a thrush cries out from the branch it echoes throughout the galaxy. All things are connected and ownership of things is meaningless. The purpose of life is to know this. Lao-tsu knew it, just like Einstein knew it. But you and I are not allowed to. It would shatter our revered hologram, the one that threatens to shatter the world. "

Posted by: spyder at December 22, 2005 09:25 AM
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That last paragraph is word music, a poem paragraph.

It's funny but when I try to describe something that I really wish I could have photographed, the words turn out like that.

Posted by: mindspin at December 23, 2005 07:11 AM
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