Tonight

...was on the verge of human perfection. An exquisite day, by my accounts, and in edenic environs, of course -- read the local paper at 8, broke my fast of sorts, then read the Sunday Times -- first time in what seems like months -- then had a lovely shower, lunch in the park, wrote letters and finished reading a novel; chatted with a friend I've missed for awhile; and then embarked on a fabulous dinner of lamb and roasted vegetables and some of the most delicious potatoes I've ever eaten, with a Pinot Noir that was reservedly elegant, and a Syrah for desert that was sensuous -- and, of course, all accompanied by the best of dates, Susan Sontag. The only thing, though -- I could barely hear her above the din of the crowd next to me, an anomaly at this restaurant -- I believe they were all Red Bull representatives. Yes, Red Bull. It doesn't give you wings -- it gives you loudness and rude, profane vulgarity, and paltry excuses like "hey, so the town hates us, but this is an Italian joint! We're supposed to be loud!" (A French-Italian provencal cuisine place, actually, but.)

Sigh. (Do I sound like a snob? I just wanted a good, quiet dinner with a brainy woman...) Going back to my soul's home tomorrow -- Big Sur -- to sit in the beam of some godly omniscience. It will eradicate such unholiness, of this I am sure.

Also, a business note: I finished writing my post on Mexico; scroll down a few entries or read its entirety here.

I want my last vision to be of this coastline. It is divinity, as personified in landscape. Paltry words to describe it, but it is a wordless experience.

Posted: Sunday - July 23, 2006 at 03:15 AM |