I had this fantasy that I’d rocket to the coast along Hwy 30, cross the famous bridge at Astoria. Then I’d walk on the beach with my dog, and then I’d find a cozy bakery with WiFi and donuts, from where I’d blog.
Well, so far that fantasy has been achieved to perfection. As Gus (Van Sant) was saying on Disc 2 (DVD special features), you waste time if you think the job is to get the pictures in your head to match reality exactly. Reality actually has a lot that’s positive to offer. It’s not that you settle for second best. It’s that you’re open to improvements, on the spot. That’s why we call it improv.
That’s my queue to discuss improvisation, as a topic. I was over a mile from my front door, on schedule, when I realized I’d left minus the dog’s leash. Go back? Nah. I would improvise. Sesame Street puppets: “improvise!”. The word of the day. No need to turn back. And as it turned out, I had a very long coiled rope in the trunk.
Hello Don Wardwell. He just phoned to invite me to something at his campus, but of course I’m over two hours away from Portland.
I’ll be uploading my pictures later and embedding them here. I also Telegrammed Dante from behind my car, where I was consuming my first cup of coffee. The tables and counter were all taken the first time, but upon going back for more coffee I saw the seats had mostly vacated. This was my chance to post to my blog. On the road from my BizMo (Nissan sedan) except in this case I’m in Control Room, we could say filing my report.
I’ll be departing shortly and per my dad’s habit and style, will find a different route. It doesn’t have to be all different. I’ll retrace through Astoria but then at Rainier I’ll turn left and head over the Columbia on a different bridge. Then back to Portland along I-5.
We had a great beach run before this. Sydney loved sniffing the carb carcasses, even nibbling on a few.
