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Days of rest
Mar. 17th, 2005 06:47 pmIt's interesting, living in Seaside. It reminds me of the way Rae speaks of Fremont - how it was nothing but fields and vineyards, before the Valley sprang up.
Instead of fields and vineyards, we have an ex-military base, whose layout was, to say the least, chaotic. Buildings are spaced way out - the entire base could probably have fit in downtown SLO if brought together. The obvious purpose that comes to mind is tactical - hard to bomb crap out of the place if you need to drop a bomb for every little building.
It's very peaceful - all the open surfaces are covered in grasses or that silly-looking sand-needly succulent that likes sand so much. Appropriate, that, since most of the area is, in fact, sand. Some places where the grasses have lost their hold mean that a road nearly a kilometer inland has sand drifting into a lane.
I ended up walking home today - decided to stay late, then moved my desk, became promptly exhausted and sinusy, and walked to the bus stop down the road only to see the bus winging past me across the street. Gave me time to read, and remind myself to take things easy.
This cold hasn't quite given up on me - it's trying to move into my chest or my left sinus, and I'm trying to beat it off, but I'm not sleeping well, so...
Started listening to my high-rated songs again instead of picking out albums a-purpose. I've got a lot of good music that I tend to forget about.
Tomorrow at a little before 6pm, it will have been 1111111111 seconds since midnight, January 1, 1970. Unix geeks give a shit about this, since that's when Unix clocks started (more or less)... and because we're geeks. Seriously. It's a cultural requirement.
Instead of fields and vineyards, we have an ex-military base, whose layout was, to say the least, chaotic. Buildings are spaced way out - the entire base could probably have fit in downtown SLO if brought together. The obvious purpose that comes to mind is tactical - hard to bomb crap out of the place if you need to drop a bomb for every little building.
It's very peaceful - all the open surfaces are covered in grasses or that silly-looking sand-needly succulent that likes sand so much. Appropriate, that, since most of the area is, in fact, sand. Some places where the grasses have lost their hold mean that a road nearly a kilometer inland has sand drifting into a lane.
I ended up walking home today - decided to stay late, then moved my desk, became promptly exhausted and sinusy, and walked to the bus stop down the road only to see the bus winging past me across the street. Gave me time to read, and remind myself to take things easy.
This cold hasn't quite given up on me - it's trying to move into my chest or my left sinus, and I'm trying to beat it off, but I'm not sleeping well, so...
Started listening to my high-rated songs again instead of picking out albums a-purpose. I've got a lot of good music that I tend to forget about.
Tomorrow at a little before 6pm, it will have been 1111111111 seconds since midnight, January 1, 1970. Unix geeks give a shit about this, since that's when Unix clocks started (more or less)... and because we're geeks. Seriously. It's a cultural requirement.
