Love, it wields a sandy knife.

It was a Say Yes Sunday, so I couldn’t really say no. The afternoon drew to a close as the two other parts of the thirtysomething bitch pyramid arrived at Le Chateau de Woe. Immediately, important issues were touched upon. The quality of print and binding when presenting fine picture books; the incredible emotional value of cool shades of white cutting across sweeping waves of tender, syrupy blue; the importance of choices in one’s life as the manifest creeping tendrils of time clutch ever more tightly. One of these very important decisions was gastronomical – how to satiate three very opinionated, very hard-to-please, elitist bastards?

Why, TO THE BEACH, of course!

We, for a short span of time between 7:00 and 9:30 pm, became everyday, ordinary people as we mingled with the million ethnic minorities of San Francisco, all watching pruned toes of countless colors curl beneath the moist sands of the far Western edge of the map. I like to sometimes stand before the onrushing tides and gather up all of my stubbornness and unnatural resistance, viscerally willing the encroaching waters to stem their tireless tide. I get a brief rush for a split second as I can almost visualize the sheer power of my mind holding back the unyielding waves that threaten to ferociously lap the bottom of my feet RIGHT OFF.

But it seldom works. My cocksure ability of mind-over-matter is all bravado. I’m merely a human, and a flawed one, at that.

So the three of us and our flaws crashed a Sunday party at The Beach Chalet, where pretty people were drinking themselves into ugliness, only to be turned insignificant in the face of one splendidly majestic view: featuring a gassy ball of gorgeousness as it dipped its postern into the calm and briny blue. Over microbrews and macroexaminations of relationship patterns, we plotted our own eventual downfalls, but were sound in the knowledge that if we were going down, we were all going down together.

The sea became calm and the oranges turned to purples as leviathan ships coasted out into the trackless sea. Just before the sun settled into a languorous slumber upon undulating currents, the looming shadow of a diabolical tanker eclipsed the star’s slivered skullcap of a body, blotting it out behind a guise of industrial shame. The entire bar booed and hissed, and it took us a moment to understand just what was happening.

But onward and forward this technology must flow, leaving wholesome (though fleeting) nature behind to revel in the convulsive cheers of a hundred humans before taking its ultimate bow beneath the rapidly-blackening waves.

We were cheering the triumph of the sun. How novel, how lovely, and how fun.



The first thing I see in the morning, and it does not change. My dependent, my confidante, my pain-in-the-ass.


Holding still, waiting for the camera to melt, wanting to catch the hazy fumes of cindered oak and madrone.

I’m still melting, but it was well worth it.

8 Responses to “Love, it wields a sandy knife.”

  1. thistlelurid Says:
    May 31st, 2005 at 12:46 am

    the blue…..cobalt beautiful!
    the boys… yesterday…
    the familiar……keeper of secrets and comfort…
    the water stuff….healing…..all it has to do it touch the toe tips, yes…..even for hopelessly fiery folk like me…..
    and the moon…..goes without saying! 🙂

  2. FunkyPlaid Says:
    June 5th, 2005 at 11:18 am

    It's funny that you probably know everything we did and talked about without even being here – you've witnessed the chaos/catharsis firsthand.

  3. avalokita Says:
    May 31st, 2005 at 8:06 am

    Of all my sunsets at the beach, only once have i seen it fall into the ocean (a la west coast of Florida).
    A downside of living on the east coast.

  4. FunkyPlaid Says:
    June 5th, 2005 at 11:16 am

    The upside is what, then?

  5. gingiber Says:
    May 31st, 2005 at 1:47 pm

    I know that look. Cute / Irritating cat beast 🙂

  6. FunkyPlaid Says:
    June 5th, 2005 at 11:15 am

    A have a paddle just for these instances.

  7. catness Says:
    June 1st, 2005 at 11:41 am


  8. FunkyPlaid Says:
    June 5th, 2005 at 11:15 am

    It was, and is. 🙂

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