Of flying, typing, and unnecessary things...

The agonizing thing about flying is not the pain or fear of the eventual certitude of falling, but the helplessness you feel when your wings have been pinned down. Fettered from flying, and the curtailed promise of your right to fall.

I tried to sit down and really compose my thoughts today. I folded my hands together like a pensive wizard, or a child saying grace at the dinner table, and then stretched them forward, as though my knuckles would crack (I would never really crack my knuckles. I hate the sound.). Of course, this ritual would ideally signify the start of a flood of thoughts. I placed my fingers gently on the keypad of my laptop -- poised for brilliance.

Nothing.

I am convinced that there is nothing in my brain right now. Which is a shame, because I really do love the feeling of pressing down on keys. In fact I'm just going to press down on keys for a while. eidofjgkdjdkskdlfkdjdksjdksjdksjdkdngnbmbmbmbjgkfkfjskdlskdjfkksjdkfjdkdjfkdjskdjdkjssk
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That felt pretty good. I took a typing test the other day and garnered the prestige of 100 words per minute. The test had me type out the lyrics to a Journey song though -- I'm sure that's pretty unfair. On average I could type about 87 words per minute on an unknown text with no mistakes. If it's a text written in old English I could probably only do 82 or something. THANKS Mavis Beacon. If (God forbid) I ever become a mother, I will force Mavis Beacon upon my children like Flintstones vitamins. I will also make them learn Icelandic -- as it is a lucrative language to keep in one's repertoire.

In truth I don't know why I haven't been bloggerly vocal as of late. I don't think I have anything of importance to say, even if my words were to fly off into the cyber void all the same. I really do feel pinned down though. I feel so unmoved, and I really don't like it. I hope I snap out of it soon. Until then, I hope you'll still listen.

In the meantime, I did unearth some photos that I took during the summer/fall that I never got the chance to post because of my multiple harddrive failure fiasco. I love finding old things. Things that your brain never got to memorize, so it feels like it's new again. That's what these photos were to me, like memories that I never made.

Last summer, Michael and I chugged up the winding Pacific Coast Highway, and a couple stops & a couple more hours later, found ourselves in San Francisco :)

So many endlessly beautiful sights just waiting to be discovered along this road...

The Farmer's Market at the Ferry Building.
This farmer's market was HUGE! (Inside & out), but it was also lovely, with vendors selling the juiciest and sweetest oranges I've ever tasted. Everything was so fresh and vibrant and alive. However, when we got back to the car, a nasty meter maid had seized the opportunity of our wandering.

The line for this coffee spanned about 3 blocks (just an estimate), so of course, we had to see what the fuss was all about!

It was really good.

Picnicked at the Fine Arts building. :)
People-watching here is a blast.

The ever famous Chez Panisse!
It's really a shame that I didn't write a separate post for this at the time, but it really deserves one. It seems kind of irrelevant now that about five months have passed since this meal passed through my stomach. But honestly, this was probably one of the most memorable meals I've ever had. Granted, everything was so simple and unpretentious. It was just so good. I mean, this is what food is supposed to taste like! I can still remember every course as part of a greater entity -- each course told its own narrative.

Sliced cucumber, smoked salmon, and herbs

Homemade pasta with Chanterelle mushrooms

Squab (?) with fritters & chickpeas

Plum tart with fennel ice cream

Open kitchen :) So rustic! The bathroom was actually in the kitchen, so you had to pass through the kitchen to get to it!

I love SF architecture.

We spent a day being Chinese in China town.

Amazing photoshop skills with that lobster.

nitty-gritty fish market

Yummy prawns!!!

DIM SUMM

Then to Fisherman's Wharf!

We rode one of these :)

This little guy was born in Boudin's bakery.

Couple stops in wine country on the way down...

And Davis! To visit Megs.

I think I made these in the summer. I don't really remember.

Old roomie & I cooking up dinner.

I miss her :(