Cooking dinner on a Wednesday night, I tune in to public radio, actual airwaves, imagine that, not my private device with my private songs hermetically piped into my pre-programmed head, but unpredictable, possibly unfamiliar music streaming out of an antique boom box set on the counter, its antenna pulling in a sexy signal, violins guiding the rhythm of my chopping as the greens are prepared for the cast-iron skillet and an improvised omelet takes shape under my watchful hands and listening eyes.
Posts Tagged: Streetsigns
Streetsigns: Ten Ways to Tell It Is Too Warm For A Saturday in January
Musings on a sunny Santa Cruz weekend.
Streetsigns: Art Museum
A visit to MAH on the occasion of a Nutzle show, in which the author falls into a reverie.
Midnight in Santa Cruz
Coming out of the Art Deco darkness of the Del Mar after the late show I note it is past midnight and Pacific Avenue looks oddly twisted, the street wiggled down to one lane curling snakelike among dense foliage like the old Garden Mall and, amazingly, it is.
