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March 8, 2000
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coffee vision My filtered coffee tastes good again. The kidnapped Capresso, somewhere in warranty heaven is hopefully refusing to make coffee for a technician. But I'll bet it's sitting in a box, waiting its turn. I was going to work from home this morning. An IT guy had my laptop yesterday, installing some new software for remote access. When I took it out of the bag...no PCMCIA card to connect it to the network with my ISDN line. Hrrumph. I tried pirating one from a personal laptop. But it was a desultory attempt and as soon as the box complained about configuration, I gave up. I got my annual eye check today. Bought new glasses and I plan to keep the old ones with their custom clip-on sunglasses for sunglasses and a spare. All the glasses you can buy these days, all the fashionable ones, are these small ones, mostly small elongated ovals. So, of course, I buy those. Today's picture is the logo of a ebay trader who specializes in interesting glasses. No WEB page yet but she advises to 'just type the keyword trishypoo.' After my eye appointment, still wide-eyed, dilated, I go outside with my wraparound disposable sunglasses on under my glasses. It's cloudy, though, and I switch to my clip-ons, embarrassed to look like a little old lady. I take two of my Pastis pitchers, purchased on ebay into Verbena and get them to put flowers in them. Lunch at Ella's with my friends Pam and LG. Pam is writing a book on dark chocolate. She lives in San Dimas but visits often and uses does a lot of writing while here. I give the pitchers with flowers to them as a gift. No reason. An old woman at the next table along the banquette says, "They think that is a flower." She is fingering some of the Verbena greenery in the vases. "What is it?" we ask. "A weed," she says. Clearly she thinks the flowers on the table are part of the restaurant decor. We are amused. The greenery looks good, I think. But in another context it could be a weed. After a nice salad with grilled mahi-mahi and a lemon meringue tart split among us, my eyes are better. But the sun has come out so I drive to work with both my sunglasses and the wraparound disposable ones. I try to organize myself to get into some new things at work. And, of course, I track down my PCMCIA card for my laptop and spend a little time getting the incantations for remote access all set up. Life presents more communication options every day. I spend a lot of time trying to get connected everywhere. And then...what do I have to say? After work, I get SuRu to drive me downtown to Sullivan's. Les Amis du Vin is holding a wine tasting. Fifteen cabernets and some hors d'oeuvres. Forrest and I share the half pours and pour some out. The food is pretty weak: chicken fingers, vegies, some prime rib that isn't too bad. We succeed in identifying the French wine. Otherwise, I feel my taste and smell capabilities aren't at their peak. There is wide disagreement in the room about most all the wines. One of the organizers, John, and his friend Cathy have been kind enough to share their table in the crowded room. We invite them to go to Four Seasons for some good food. After the meal we sit for a few minutes in the bar. Peter O'Brien and his wife are on one of the couches. Their small child sleeps ("Rebecca is singing him lullabyes."). Peter, chief chef and owner at Si Bon, eats some chicken fingers and French fries and drinks a beer. Sometimes you have to get away.
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"Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world." Arthur Schopenhauer,Studies in Pessimism. Psychological Observations |
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