Friday, January 22, 2010

Oregon Coast outside Seaside, May 2005

Currently listening to: Judy and the Dream of Horses by Belle and Sebastian, Relator
by Pete Yorn and Scarlett Johansson, Sympathique by Pink Martini, 1234 by Feist, Hand On Your Heart by Jose Gonzalez.

The winds are kicking off the foothills and I feel like the narrator in Moby-Dick:

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off--then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.

But tonight instead of flying down to the BVIs, I will be going to see Avatar in 3-D on an IMAX screen with my roommate. It will be dorktastic. And I think there may even be some ocean scenes . . .