Meant to Go
Saturday. I walked down to the usual cafe around eight for the usual breakfast and returned to my lair sitting, as it does, high above the lake (right next to the orange and yellow building festooned with fire escape ladders that some idiot built to block my view). I am in a good mood. Not up for the trip down to San Jose for the motorcycle show suggested for later this afternoon by MRE last evening after work at PCB, but I have been looking forward to meeting an old friend (MRH) this evening in San Francisco whom I haven't seen since college. Interesting. A lot of territory to cover. What to say? I haven't changed much since college, still ensconced with books and cameras, living my fantasy existence at the heart of the American Dream. Never took any of the societally encouraged paths you've been unconsciously and consciously instructed to follow since birth: marriage, kids, sending a thank you note when a gift is received (pass the sake please).
Is that your epitaph?
It's a smart and savvy man who knows his own epitaph. I am told one does not become savvy by living “inside” a dream. There are uplifting tales of those who have lived “their” dream, but none for those of us who have lived “in” a dream; our's or anyone else's. But then you hear so many stories these days: don't do this, don't do that. I find it best to pick and choose the bits that suit my appetites, not unlike the way one reads the Bible. “Thou shalt not!” My goodness: how rude, how inconvenient. We're taking this line of thought much further than it was meant to go, I think, Saturday morning or no, here in Oakland.