Donal Mountain

Lake Sonoma for a second weekend, but this time at canoe pace. We swam to submerged trees, cooked smores on a fire we lit with no matches and slept under shooting stars, keeping guard for the wild boars!

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4
Aug

Snippets #3

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How it’s difficult not to get nostalgic when doing something for the very last time, and how it’s difficult not to regret doing something for the last time without realizing that it would be the last time you do it.
Not noticing that I’m listening to an amazing album for the first time in mono because of a wonky headphone socket. Jiggling the socket and getting to listen to it for a second time in beautiful glorious stereo.
Wishing that I had a pair of glasses that somehow showed me the world in mirror image, so everything was familiar yet novel all at once.
Driving across the Bay Bridge with friends, watching the main suspension cable fall and rise again, with the foggy SF skyline behind.
That whenever I flick my camera to movie mode, magic seems to happen: swans, whitewater, ropeswings, tubes
Realizing that just because I put it on a to do list doesn’t mean it’s done (’star-and-forget)
Writing a best-man’s speech in German (I got a D in German language in school)
Thinking way too hard about how to organize bookmarks
Listening to the radio really carefully, hearing the edits
Planning a shopping trip to Amsterdam with my sister
Getting a mowhawk from Dave Young
Not getting too comfortable
The Google androids
Internalizing the cosmos
All the pretty girls
Reconnecting