Currently in the Future

"History is everything that isn't current or in the future."

"No, history is everything that is current and in the past."

"What about the future, is it current, because the future is there now?"

"Well, no, it's there now but it is still in the future."

"It's currently in the future than?"

"Yes, history is everything that is current and in the past and is not
in the future, even if it is currently in the future."

"Got it."

"Okay, can anyone actually repeat what was just said, because I am
currently confused and I suspect I am going to be confused in the
future too."

I wish I could make stuff like that up. I suspect sometimes I work for
Abbott & Costello, LLC.

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Lost Power

So, a rather chaotic day is winding down. I've had a nice dinner, I've
had a few phone calls, I just get back online to check email and maybe
chat a little - and the rain storm wins. I lose network and a few
minutes later power.

It suddenly becomes a perfect evening for reading Christopher Moore by
the hurricane lamp! The glow of the lamp, a good book, the stillness
and the sound of rain. Sometimes this world is a beautiful place...

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There Was A Fire Alarm

It is Saturday morning and we are just leaving the hotel to head out. The fire alarms go off and a voice comes on the PA system advising everyone to evacuate the hotel via the emergency stairwells. The automatic fire doors disengage and close around us. Tony and I take the stairwell down from the seventh floor, which takes us out the side of the building. There is a homeless man sitting cross-legged on the sidewalk, writing on a piece of cardboard with a sharpie. His sleeping bag is rolled up tightly next to him. I cross the alley and shake hands and talk to him briefly. I give him five dollars and wish him a good morning. He thanks me and we shake hands again.

I Saw Two Falcons

Just before dawn. I am walking down Mission Street on my way back to the SF Marriott with a cup of coffee. There is a light rain. A pair of falcons come down 3rd Street about a hundred feet up. They are not flying, instead, they are gliding on the currents of the California wind, spinning silently among the towering structures of steel and glass. They break north up Mission, reach 4th Street, spin around in the intersection and glide back down Mission to the south, toward the Moscone Center. They fly right over me, close enough that I can see their bright eyes peering at me as they pass.

The Cryptic Notebook

When I travel, or when I am otherwise engaged externally, I tend to carry a small notebook and jot down cryptic things that I try to decipher when I am finished with the trip. The weekend in San Francisco was great - there were many high points and no low points. Tony and I were talking about what the high and low points of the weekend were and we could not come up with any low points at all. I dug deep - on Friday night I had a cramp in my left calf, but that was digging it was more of an inconvenience than a low point. For the next couple of days I am going to wander through my notes and recall those things I saw that stuck with me or made it into the notebook.

The Journey Home

With the last day done, we start the journey homeward from the rain
slicked streets of San Francisco. I really just wanted to write "The
Streets of..."

Sometime in life, you wait in line.

Figure, Resting in Rain

Mel's II

Mel's Dinner

Mission Street, San Francisco. Breakfast on a quiet and rainy Sunday
morning.