Monday, January 23, 2006
Jonathon Livingston, I Presume
Caught this gull giving me the eye down at Middle Harbor, back when winter still reigned, a couple weeks ago. Dig the translucency of the wings. Spent this morning listening to the sound of roofing gravel falling down a tube of what appear to be overlapping plastic garbage cans with their bottoms cut off. Sounds kind of like surf, but the timing's all off, inducing a kind of cubicle sea sickness. I could shut the window, but the fresh air mitigates the nausea. Monday Monday, too slow. Spring appears to have arrived early, with all the standard vernal phenomena except the blossoms. Go ahead, drive to the Cali coast and smell for yourself.