The two older gentlemen were sitting and chatting near us. It was hard to tell what their relationship was, they can’t have known each other that long by the types of things they were talking about. The types of stories they were telling weren’t of the “remember when we did that” type, they were more of the type that explained the types of things they did in the past, things that close friends would have already known by now.
No matter the length or nature of their relationship, it was abundantly clear that they had lived full lives. They’d lived in and traveled to far-flung places, raised successful children, owned important cars and talked in great detail about the history of hi-fi systems. Had I been 25-40 years older, I imagined that these would be the men I’d be hanging out with. I imagined getting up, going for a walk, then heading over to have breakfast with my buddy. That’s the life, man.
Returning my attention to my breakfast companion, I realized I hadn’t decided what I was going to eat. Here I am at one of my favorite breakfast places (or favorite restaurants, full-stop), and I didn’t know what I wanted. What would these cool old guys eat? If I wanted my life to be like theirs, why not start now? Having mostly eavesdropped on their conversation without actually looking at the two men, I decided to steal a quick glance at their food while I pretended to look at my menu.
Oatmeal. Fucking oatmeal. Is that what I have to look forward to?
“Brûléed Grapefruit, two poached eggs and the house-cured pastrami, please.”
Chomping down on too much news
It made a little more sense, after that.
Beach of the city. Hazy in the morning.
Spicy beef burrito from a vending machine. I've been at the hospital for 12 hours, probably 12 more ahead.
At Santa Monica Airport watching planes take off and land. Big and small kids freaking out cause flying objects are just too damn exciting!
I've been visiting the iconic Eames House (Case Study #8) in the Pacific Palisades for years. Today I was lucky enough to share the experience with old high school friends. With the Foundation's permission, we picnicked in the meadow and then toured the interior of the home and office. We did unusual things including opening drawers from the old Eames Office and peeping artifacts, looking at Charles' old photography equipment, listening to a gravity-powered xylophone, gawking at a Polaroid documentary, inspecting handwriting, and so much more.No matter how many times I've visited the grounds, I am always inspired by the creativity that exists in such a space. You can feel it running around the meadow, stumbling upon the rusted toys facing the ocean, tip-toeing through the house, and inspecting objects not seen in decades.What a magical moment in time. We are the lucky ones.
In programming class in Santa Monica