Slept in until nearly 0700 - it felt like a
wicked self-indulgence, but as I have been on leave for the better part of three
weeks now, I felt I owed it to
myself.
And then I went and played
golf - at Torrey Pines. Met up with a couple of very nice gents and one fetching
young lady, name of Courtney, currently a senior at Pepperdine, number 2 on
their golf team and the second place finisher at the recent LA Amateur. Yah -
she was good. Long and straight and hit the ball well too. I out-drove her of
course, because I'm all about distance. Distance and hitting the ball hard,
which are not always the same thing, So yeah, I out-drove a girl. But not by
much, considering I probably have a good 70 pounds of meat and gristle on her,
and she was in the fairway every
farking time. Which I, gentle reader, most
assuredly, was not. Being all about distance, and hitting it
hard.
I've been playing golf longer
than she's been alive, she whipped me well and soundly (from my tees!) fair and
square and for four and one half hours, and I, constant reader? I was
enchanted. Oh, yes. Very.
Seen in the
kitchen at the Lodge at Torrey Pines, stamped in copper:
"Lyf, it is so shorte, and the game so
longe to
lerne."
Just
so.
Hot today, for San Diego. Got up
to 85, and we was all of us, severally, simply wilting, precious. I submit that
I actually perspired today, on the golf course. After the round was complete and
handshakes exchanged, I went into the local
brasserie
for an adult beverage (being as that I have been on leave for the better part of
three weeks, I felt I owed it to myself) and shared with the barkeep (yclept
Corrine, and fetching as well, in an entirely different way) our mutual
understand of just how derned
hot
it was! Today. Also present at the bar was a gentleman from Knoxville (whose
only words up until that point were to argue with the CNN announcer,
àpropos de l'annoncement presidentiel au sujet de son
choix pour la Cour suprême. Saying it like he meant it. He took a little
exception to our characterization of the weather as "hot." Said it wouldn't be
85 degrees again in Knoxville until October, maybe. Never mind the
humidity.
And Corrinne and I could
only look at him blankly, as though to say: "That means what to
us?"
Because we are not living in
Knoxville, are we precious? No. We most decidedly are
not.
And! We are now a part of the
TiVo generation! Ordered it just t'other day, and there it was in all it's
splendor after I returned from my round o' golf. Which was a damned quick
turnaround, if you ask me: Two days. And I? Oh, my geek Kung Fu was all
a-twitter, gentle reader: There were "read me firsts" and "quick starts" and
in-depth "manuals." And wires, and CD's in splendiferous profusion, and I was
very, very happy. Until I discovered that the phone line (which must, absolutely
must, be connected for the very first
time only!) was a good two feet too short to
reach from the entertainment center to the only realistically achievable phone
jack.
Two words: "Radio.
Shack."
Hah!
So
the connection has been made, and the TiVo unit itself is happily crunching away
at all the information it has downloaded and we are now required to entirely
change our remote control customs. Oh yes, it's a brave new frontier. Not all of
us will make it, maybe.
And! I got a
wireless thingy to help my TiVo join the local Airport network, doncha know?
With 128 bit encryption (so very much better than 64 bit). Twice as good, when
you think about it. Which should not be
often.
We are going to record:
Deadwood. 24. The Sopranos. Battle Star Galactica. Law and Order (I know,
recording space is limited, but still) and all those other cool shows shaping
the cultural battlefield that I haven't got any idea when they are scheduled
because I am
so
a member of the DVD generation, who wanted it not only "my way," but also "at my
convenience." Even before we had
DVDs.
Yes. Rhythms. I know. Tonight
maybe. Maybe tomorrow. I can almost promise you another installment
tomorrow.
If not tonight, blame
Corrine.
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