so i’m back in danville, cos a) i was visiting a school close by (b) it’s just so darn charming! i’m sitting in a starbucks, watching lots of moms with kids and local high schoolers.
danville is like the macaroni and cheese that you long for after you’ve had a few exotic meals. i mean, i’m excited about getting to play in san fran tomorrow (with seth e.) but�it’s nice to feel the comfort of this charming little place before i do my presentation tonite in berkeley.
i’ve had some great school visits throughout this trip and driven through a lot of beautiful, affluent neighborhoods. part of me would love to retire in�a�place like danville… but as seth w. and i have been talking about, what kind of life is it when you buffer yourself from the ugliness of the world? it’s not�a full life, to be sure. nor is it easier to be happy, because the sharp pains of reality only make you more aware of the beauty. i think a lot of people on xanga have been writing on that theme (or a related version).
damn it, why can’t all of you be here with me? maybe in the future, we’ll be so hi-tek that i can click on yr xanga name and you will appear, instantly, so you can feel the cool breezes with me or smile at the cute curly-haired children or eat a lot of pasta with me and then talk all of the calories off…
i’m finally accepting the fact that we all have separate paths, but as i commented to olivia, i’m glad that those paths are connected, and, in some ways, built together, like one of those amish barn-raisings… when it’s all over, everyone gathers together, wipes off the sweat and dirt, and enjoys a banquet, surrounded by the laughter and sweetness of community.
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