A San Francisco Saturday

A cloudy day turning almost sunny in the afternoon din of Cafe Flore. Still a threat of cold and an idea of rain (but only if you're unprepared and followed the forecast).

A pretty boy or two but nothing to match the promises of the past and the future. A more serious crowd today engaged in urgent conversations about pressing nothings, re-reading homework for exams to qualify them for a future in something full of opportunity and adventure.

A million directions and distractions pulling me from my writing projects. Do I really like my new Valentino blazer or do I want to return it and buy something else? (Or do I really just want to buy more and more fun clothes to fill our magically re-done closet with fun fabulous expensive clothes I never find occasion to wear like those magnificent Jean Paul Gautier pants?) Should I start with a call for my would be Next Narrative project or prepare a lengthy treatise on it? What about making another little book? I am long overdue with that project (as am I on the updating of my little online projects). And then there is the whole job anxiety. So fraught and full of complex tensions and concerns (much more difficult than shopping where the questions are only does it look good and can I afford it). But no more writing of that with the devil being in the details and the hounds in full cry the game will go until it ends fur flying.

My cricked neck ( a consequence of tension and unchecked allergies) is slowly undoing itself. This afternoons Ashtanga will either advance the healing or leave me crawling home from Club One, I suspect.

My first comment on a recent post from a French blog on a digital video camera. Still unwrapping the connections and perhaps the mystery will never reveal itself to me.

I wonder sometimes if my not every day posting is a failure in this space. It appears to often be the discipline that others demand of their blogs but not one I can imagine managing. I find a certain solace in having a larger gap between posts present the immediate opportunity to do better next time.

Sun still struggling, clouds winning. Off to the writing I am still writing about.