Conversations

In the past few days I've overheard various (slightly hilarious) conversations on the bus, street, and other venues. One instance, a bus driver and passenger were arguing over whether or not she, the passenger, would cook supper for him, the bus driver. He contested that he "was easy," only needing "some lettuce, tomatoes, and some ice tea or water." I laughed when I heard this, standing between the two on a crowded bus. She argued that if that's all he wanted he could cook himself supper instead. She was also insistent that her "kitchen was closed" and that she cooked enough for, I'm assuming, the driver's brother.

Another conversation was overheard at the bus stop. Two older women were commenting on the neccesity of a ticket for the driver of a car who passed a fire truck on the left while it was backing up (and coming into the left-hand lane of traffic). They were adement that this is what he needed and continued to comment on it before switching topics to the lateness of the bus. After a few minutes into that conversation, I silently agreed with them and started walking. I heard them say to each other "Oh, that man is gonna walk. He knows it ain't coming." I turned and gave a friendly "Yep" and a wave before catching the bus at the next stop. Conversations like these lighten my day and show me the city is much more than people running to wherever they have to go.

Brown-baggin' It

Lost. Adrift. Next to the sea. Surrounded by sea, really. I'm here and enjoying myself, very much so in fact. The City is NOW. There is no sitting still. Maybe laying back, but no sitting still. I like the busyness of the city, its car horns and tire squeals, sirens and car stereos, buses and bikes. But I feel I'm missing something. From the Midwest, California had it all. Sun, beaches, ocean, babes. Now I'm here. There is usually only fog which usually hides the sun and the ocean. And the babe count at CC is low. Aside from going to class each day and working toward an impractical college degree, which, in itself and as of now, doesn't mean anything to me, there is little in my life right now that puts me to sleep with the feeling that I did something with my day. I jam often with my new friends but that brown-bag funk that Sack Lunch had isn't there, which is something I surely miss. I've lived here for a month, and am having a great time, really, but California looked a bit more lustrous with the sun at her back. Now that I don't have to squint to see her, I could really use that brown-bag.