Its great to be back in Denver
Im trying to check out of the hotel and find a place to write with ella, at the same time… I had an interesting night last night… Got slammed and had no idea where I was until leaving the last place of the night: ‘Oh its only a 2 mile walk back to the hotel!’ ended up walking, freezing Jason. He’ll defrost since its 102 in the daytime in Denver right now.
yesterday I walked out at 10am and got back around 3 I believe. Cheeseman Park, walking Colfax. Walking the tree covered neighborhood called ‘Capitol Hill’. Around the library and the extended new museum, which looks like new museums should, like aluminum shreddings & strange geometries.
I just want to try to write every day. But its hard to get through this … I have got a grievance with this stream I am in.
why are movies so important now?
why am I asking this question?
I am asking this question because of the disconnect between the current high stakes economic and cultural relevance that movies hold and the historical or current relevance of its antecedent, the short story. Although many movies are made from the novel form — in terms of writing the best screenplay is a trifle, a short work where the rule of thumb is 1 minute = 1 page.
Maybe I can accept a new form, not a hybrid or some chemical ratio but a entirely new form that does have elements of photography and the emotionality of sound, wrapped up with the oldest elements of human culture: storytelling.
I Love to ride the Capitol Corridor yuppie/tourist/bureaucrat/townie/homie commute train between Sacramento (California’s capitol) and Emeryville (the other side of the Bay Bridge from San Francisco). I rode it tonight. On this occasion I saw
- * Boats on the Sacramento, people fishing, kids playing along underneath the train bridge where the old hobo camp used to be
- * Nopales and goat farm in the fields outside of Suisun. What a beautiful name, ‘Suisun’. This farm is past the flood flats where the train tracks are the only thing above water during the flood season (which is usually winter sometime). Where did the name Suisun come from? I rode through Suisun last year, while scouting for what is shaping up to be a legendary ‘Park to Park’ bike marathon from Golden Gate park to Bidwell Park. Its an old town caught between the Sacramento delta and the bay area fingers.
- * Beautiful Sunset from the Alfred Zampa Bridge. Beautiful Bridge, beautiful bay. Pinole/Hercules Refinery smoke was outlined in sharp definition with the back light of the setting sun.
- * As soon as I got off the train, I could smell the sea air. Deep inhaled breath, and a bus ride across the Bay Bridge as the suns last rays lit the sky.
sweet sallow San Francisco ocean air.
So I’ve been quite busy for the last few days. I think I’m going to spend independence day in Mineral and head back to S.F. on sunday.
I spent most of the day yesterday riding into Chico by way of the Capay valley. So beautiful. About 15 miles out of Chico, near Butte City, California, my clutch cable snapped and I just stayed in 5th until I absolutely *had* to stop. After that I manually shifted the clutch (which was piping hot) with my hand, and ‘limped’ the bike home in 2nd and 3rd, manually shifting by reaching down to the lever. It was crazy fun. I got here a few hours ago, and I’ll be able to replace the cable tomorrow morning, so its all a good learning experience I guess.
Funny thing is, I noticed the cable was fraying, but I thought I would be fine for ‘just one more trip’. It was something above 100 degrees today, I bet that contributed to softening the final strands on that darn cable.