I thought to myself this afternoon,
I want to go see 'The Matrix
Reloaded.' So I picked up a book to read during waits and walked
out the door. On the way to the BART station, I thought,
we're out of coffee. I should go to Peet's. So I bypassed the
BART station and walked to Peet's. I bought the coffee, and thought
I can still make it to a matinee showing. But I'm not going to make it
unless I eat something. So I had a bite to eat, and then walked to
the United Artists cinema in Berkeley. I looked at the show times, and
Wait, I'm twenty minutes late, not ten minutes early.
I'll see it another time. So I walked to the BART station and came
I haven't walked south on Shattuck from north Berkeley for a long
time. I used to live in north Berkeley near where Shattuck
becomes Solano, and so I walked that route every day. I seem
inclined to vivid memories recently, and the walk brought many
of them. Here's the place where I lived during my first year of
graduate school. Here's where I ate with Scott and Kathy when
they visited me in California, after we took our trip to the old-growth
redwood forests where the speeder chase scenes from
of the Jedi were shot. Here's the stylish pizza place I passed
every day, but where I only ate once. That was with Luke, before
he returned to Maryland. Here's the
French Hotel, with
a man sitting outside, sipping coffee and singing softly in Spanish.
Here's Black Oak Books, the first book store I visited in Berkeley.
I stopped there when I was searching for housing; I was discouraged
at the time, and certain I was lost, but the books (and friendly
people with directions) cheered me immensely.
Here's one of the few buildings that used to be open when I walked home. It was a fast food joint then, a KFC, I think. Now the signs are gone, and the windows are dark and covered with graffitti. And here's Berkeley Espresso; they have wi-fi access, now. Here's the Berkeley Public Library, which was under renovation the entire time I actually lived in Berkeley proper. Here's a man playing a stringed percussion instrument -- a harpsichord? I know I've seen him before. Here's a man playing jazz on a keyboard; I've probably never seen him before, but it feels as though I must have.
And here's the BART station again. I see that often enough now. Time to go home and finish my book.
- Currently drinking: Red tea