This afternoon I decided to treat myself to a sandwich created at one of those chain faux fast food faux healthy food places.  I don’t eat much these days to keep my weight down. My coordination is horrible and I find it often difficult to walk much less even think of ‘working out’ — so, I avoid full-on meals during the day and sort of nibble on stuff until dinner time. But, every week I try to get a normal size sandwich and actually eat the whole thing. Portions in our culture are so out of wack that one must order a “small” size sandwhich for it to be a close to “normal” one person portion.

Anyway, I got my treat of lunch and took it to the beach to enjoy. And, enjoy it I did. Not too much and not too little — just right. I was full without feeling miserable.

I had parked at Ocean Beach and was listening to Led Zep as I ate, but I noticed two guys near the car — one of whom seemed to be ‘jammin’ on his guitar. In a sort of passionate rapture with his guitar he didn’t seem to notice anything around him. And his friend was studying a binder of papers. Then, I noticed, his friend close the book and open his mouth as if singing.


I turned off my iPod and the car and listened.

These were two artists collaborating on a song. The man appeared to be holding a binder of his own poems and he was attempting to fit his words into the music which his friend had created. Just as they would crasp on to a concept and sound that was mutually satisfying for them they would turn a phrase or an idea that didn’t seem to match.

They would stop. They would laugh a bit and talk quietly — but only for a few minutes, then the man with the guitar would kick back into it and the poet would go back to massaging his words into the music. …Trying to fit his beauty into the form of the other.

They were on to something, but struggling in the ocean wind to find it. They were lost in these moments. I could not resist pulling out my camera and capturing their creative jam session. Part of me felt I should ask if it was alright for me to steal into their creation, but I felt that would only add to the intrusion I was already making.

I snapped about 8 pictures as I was unsure the shots were taking due to the sun. They never noticed me. I sat down and listened. And watched them work. The wind began to pick up sending the sheets in the binder into a frenzy.

The laughed, the guy returned his guitar back to its case and they began the walk away from the beach.

It was exciting to watch these two artists fuse ideas of music and word into a a song. …And, at the same time, in the spirit of their friendship to allow for the unavoidable awkwardness of the task.

I don’t think it was so much about the end result — in this case, a song. …But, more about the process of two fellow artists creating together. It was inspiring. And, quietly beautiful.

…a very nice lunch break.

March 26, 2009. Tags: , , , , . Uncategorized. 5 comments.


sanfran20071194041820cliff-house-at-ocean-beachIt is officially “rainy season” in the Bay Area, but it has gotten off to a very dry start. We need the rain, but I must admit I prefer the sunshine.

One of my best friends in life is about to relocate to San Francisco. I’m excited about it, but a bit apprehensive — hope I don’t seem to “odd” socially. I fear that, for now, I do.

Anyway, I’m very excited that she and her husband are moving here.

It was actually raining this morning. And, that was adding to my “blah” feeling. I owed her a return phone call. So, as I approached the beach I pulled out my phone and pressed for her number. It was interesting becausing just as her line began to ring the sun came out. I got her voicemail.

After leaving her a message, I took a stroll on the beach. And, I saw the oddest thing.

At first I thought it was an odd-looking dog. But as I approached I discovered that this was not a dog. It was a pig. The owner was walking it along the shore. It was cute, but I didn’t know how to respond to this charming animal. I found myself staring at him as he pushed his snout into the soft sand.

The owner must have sensed my discomfort and said, “This is my pig!”

“Cool!” I responded with a smile.

I wish I had been able to take a picture. I did have my phone, but that thought did not cross my scrambled mind until I reached the boardwalk (or, pavement) and the pig was long gone down the beach.

The clouds/fog rolled back in and it began to sprinkle.

February 5, 2009. Tags: , , , . Uncategorized. 11 comments.