Signs of life in Irvine
I woke up early on Thursday morning to take the train to work. After a late night drive home while perilously in the grips of everyone's friend, post-beer dehydration (don't call it a hangover! I never hung!), I was in no mood to turn around six hours later and make that drive again.
Waking up at 5:30 was rough, especially after the ballgame and beers. It was fun to hang out with my co-workers, though. Almost my whole team came out, which was really my first time hanging with them all. We had a very good time, except for the utter implosion of Trevor Hoffman at the end of the game.
So I always bitch about how Irvine is utterly sterile - which it is. Today, however, I just had one of those experiences that can make you fall in love with a place a little. The sun had not yet risen, but was on the cusp, as I drove out of my complex. I cruised past a rabbit, who was startled, but not shocked, at the silence of the hybrid in EV mode. Rabbits dotted the athletic field of the school as I passed it, and there were ravens bouncing around in the street as well. It rained a lot last night, and the ground was slick and fresh with it.
I got to the train station at the exact right time. I had printed my tickets, withdrawn cash, and purchased coffee and a baggle*, and as I made my way onto the platform, the sun began to come up:
Snails are cavorting - after a fashion - on the platform. The air is crisp and temperate. I have Zeppelin, Bedouin Soundclash, and Mike Doughty in the headphones. At times like this, I could almost love Irvine. Something about every place eventually gets you, I guess.
*"baggle" is what you call a bagel if you're from Minnesota, apparently.
Waking up at 5:30 was rough, especially after the ballgame and beers. It was fun to hang out with my co-workers, though. Almost my whole team came out, which was really my first time hanging with them all. We had a very good time, except for the utter implosion of Trevor Hoffman at the end of the game.
So I always bitch about how Irvine is utterly sterile - which it is. Today, however, I just had one of those experiences that can make you fall in love with a place a little. The sun had not yet risen, but was on the cusp, as I drove out of my complex. I cruised past a rabbit, who was startled, but not shocked, at the silence of the hybrid in EV mode. Rabbits dotted the athletic field of the school as I passed it, and there were ravens bouncing around in the street as well. It rained a lot last night, and the ground was slick and fresh with it.
I got to the train station at the exact right time. I had printed my tickets, withdrawn cash, and purchased coffee and a baggle*, and as I made my way onto the platform, the sun began to come up:
Snails are cavorting - after a fashion - on the platform. The air is crisp and temperate. I have Zeppelin, Bedouin Soundclash, and Mike Doughty in the headphones. At times like this, I could almost love Irvine. Something about every place eventually gets you, I guess.
*"baggle" is what you call a bagel if you're from Minnesota, apparently.