Archive for October, 2004
Mead and Gail of Etymotic sponsored a boat and took a group of us sailing over lunch in the Camden harbor. Sailing in Maine towards the end of October isn’t a warm and balmy experience, but it is a beautiful one.
Color explodes around us as we listen to our female skipper tell stories about the area. One of the islands nearby was called Nigger Island (named after a slave) until they were forced to change it in the 1960s. Now its named after a wealthy publisher – isn’t that the “American way?” Why didn’t they name it after the slave?
We bundled together under blankets to keep warm and oddly enough exchanged stories about our experiences in exotic hot spots around the world.
When we landed, and I was walking back towards the Camden Opera House for PopTech’s afternoon sessions, I was reminded of oh so many New England things that I just left behind. The straw brooms with pumpkins, acorn squash, apple cidar, the American flag, the brick buildings, the small quaint pedestrian roads, the cool crisp autumn air.
My East Bay experience is coming to a close. As I ran around the lake again today, I was amazed how connected I felt to the area despite my short stay or perhaps it was that I could “see” myself living in this hood – the hood close to Lake Merritt, with easy access to Piedmont and College Avenues, not far from the Berkeley hills where you can actually hear the birds in the morning.
In just over two weeks, I’ll be moving my life over the bridge to San Francisco. I make it seem like its on the other side of the country, and yet I’ve noticed a distinct difference between East Bay culture and lifestyle and the City.
I may just have to dedicate one day a week to a Lake Merritt run, a stop at Juice, etc. on Piedmont for my daily shot of wheatgrass and the adjacent Wells Fargo branch where I can exchange a few words with funny bank manager Mary who has that terrific sassy and edgy New York style.
Every day, Lake Merritt has become part of my routine and its the place I go to regain serenity and gratitude amidst so many…
This has always been one of my favorites. I discovered it on a fence in southern Oregon, got out of the car and danced as if nobody was watching. Then I took a photo. If we could only remember to live our ilves this way every day. “Now the moral of the story is…..” Seriously, look how happy this dog looks.
Okay, now for a twist to my “one of my favorites.” I decided to google this phrase. What the hell.
There’s actually a blog
with this name. Can you believe it? Cool I thought initially. Then I read her latest post.
1. I full-on admit that I consider George W. Bush to be a little bit foxy.
I hope she was kidding. I trust she must be kidding. Foxy? She wrote that after the second debate. Were we watching the same network?