Sunday, July 23, 2006

Methinks...

Religion is the funniest and most tragic practical joke that humanity has ever inflicted upon itself.

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Hot Saturday Afternoon

Mother Nature must be going through "the change". If today wasn't the very definition of a hot flash, then I've grossly misunderstood the term. Nevertheless, the rising mercury does have it's benefits: The last time I saw summer skirts so short, I believe they were called cummerbunds.

Still, despite the heat, we mustn't let standards drop. Stiff (if sweaty) upper lip, etc. We had a plan for frittering away a Saturday afternoon, and we stuck to it. Well, sort of. We postponed it to frittering away the evening --- when it was cooler --- instead. Stanford theatre was showing Alfred Hitchcock's "Vertigo". Awesome movie. Followed by awesome gelato (from a shop which was doing a day of the briskest business in years). Yum.

Saturday, July 08, 2006

'Tis the Season

It's upon us again! No, not the next round of "Pirates of the Caribbean" with the swashbuckling Jack Sparrow. Johnny Depp can buckle all the swash in the world if he dares, and I really wouldn't bat the uninterested eyelid.

No, I speak of that other annual wonder: The San Francisco Jazz Festival. Jayita and I wandered into the city this morning (at 8:30am on a Saturday, mind you) to pick up tickets. Here's what we're attending:
  • Listening party with Zakir Hussein
  • Planet Drum: Mickey Hart, Zakir Hussein, Sikira Adepoju, Giovanni Hidalgo
  • Sonny Rollins
  • Joe Zawinul
  • Sangam: Charles Lloyd, Zakir Hussein, Eric Harland
  • Alice Coltrane, Ravi Coltraine, Charlie Haden, Roy Haynes
Good, no? I thought so too.

Now that in itself would be good enough to pour a spot of sunshine into spirits of the poor sod who woke up one morning to find he had no e-mail access with his morning caffeine. But we don't stop there. Jayita and I wandered into the Ferry building across the street from the Embarcadero, and spent the next couple of hours wandering the aisles of the farmers' market, people-watching, picture-taking, sample-nibbling, and generally doing nothing in particular. One of the most productive mornings of my week, if you ask me.

Cherry tomatoes

Sunday, July 02, 2006

The All-Too-Short Weekend

Providence is indeed cruel to juxtapose such a long month with such a short weekend. Still, after much travel, enduring dishevelled meals and interminable schmoozing, arriving back home to my superhero wife (whose super-power is sweet delusion) is almost enough of a treat to make the separation worthwhile. If I were allowed to drink, I'd tip the happy glass to a weekend of hiking, running, playing with a new macro lens, and catching up with Pelham :)