Random thoughts: January 3, 2009

In cleaning up the desktop of my computer, I found this random passage I wrote shortly after New Year's Day. It doesn't really refer to anything, but since my blog has been a bit bare, I figured I'd post it... why not?

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It was Saturday morning, 11:39 a.m., in San Francisco. The sun was out, but it was cold. Very cold. The kind of cold that reminded you of winters spent in the Colorado mountains.

I sat in a trendy café on the corner of Hyde and Pacific, just a few blocks from my one-bedroom apartment in Nob Hill. In front of me lay my laptop computer, my iPhone and my large coffee in a paper cup. My messenger bag was at my side, and other patrons lined my view.

Some, like me, were solo. Others were joined by friends, wives, lovers, perhaps. A small dog was chained to an outside post as her owner purchased a drink in the café. The dog barked, and barked. Stupid dog.

I just sat there, absorbing the life that fluttered about, listening to the Indie Rock that blared from the corner speakers. What the hell band is this?

I was 28 years old, exactly two weeks away from turning 29. My mind was awash with everything, and nothing. I sat there confused, trying to find meaning in my existence, my surroundings. But all I really wanted at that moment was a bit of clarity, and a refill on my French blend.