8 38 pm pst [ appreciation ]
Matthew's roommate who crashed his motorcycle left for
Africa today. He didn't get the requisite shots and he didn't remember
his plane tickets, so Matthew, his roommate Tom, and I drove to SFO to
drop off the tickets.
We had decided to make an excursion out of the trip,
and have dinner and a new restaurant in the city. By chance we chose Delfina (3621 18th
Street, Mission District, 415/552-4055). The food was absurdly good. We
decided to be brave and try the celery root soup (one bowl, three spoons) and it was so scrumptious I
cannot describe it. Needless to say, Matthew and I will be trying to make
it in the near future. The meal was well worth the price; Matthew said it
was the best chicken he'd had in his entire life.
Matthew was in a foul mood after our Mediterranean
lunch today, but was easily warmed by the film Chocolat. We have just
been invited to see Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
(2000) later in the evening, which I am sure we will enjoy.
This month's collab for On Display is a picture prompt. There's a
choice of three pictures, and I'd like to write on my own. It is from my 15 April 2000 entry.
That entry is important to me. It contained my
favorite picture until it was supplanted by the lake shot I included at
the end of yesterday's entry. But the entry also did something important
for me. It made me value my diary. I reread that entry, along with the
following four,
and I liked what I read.
After years of finding my diary to be disappointing, I
finally liked what I read.
I've loved my diary from a documentation standpoint. I love that I can
write that when Matthew and I were in LA he discovered Etorki
cheese and later when I want to remember what the name of the cheese
was (which I specifically had the shopkeeper write down for us) I will
know where to find it. My diary serves as a scrapbook I enjoy.
I've loved exploring digital photography and multimedia. Both my
camera and Matthew's have been getting a lot of use. What began as an
exercise in recording my days has become an experiment in expression and
exploration.
Finally I can appreciate the jewels I have discovered
amongst my daily ramblings. Tis a good feeling indeed. And it only took
three years.
