Writing without editing my words, especially for public consumption, might be difficult for me as I have a tendency to continously edit my written word, especially if it is in the type written form.
One correction from the last post: In case anyone is confused, I am not going to be in San Diego for a year, nor am I sure to return to New York in a year. The title of a one year journal is arbitrary and the term of one year is to help me focus to keep writing and to keep posting.
San Diego and The Red Lotus Society. These two entities are inseperable in my experience as the RLS is the central reason why I am here an not somewhere else. This warm city by the ocean is a paradise for many, with mild weather year-around, a laid back cosmoplitan feel to its small city center, and lots of fit and beautiful people. I have only spent a few days here over the last two years , but right away I can say that there is a poetic sensiblity that larger cities have that San Diego seems to be lacking. There is no grand ethos that a larger city would have, nor a small cities charm, what you see is what you get.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
first day in San Diego
I am finally starting the public journal I have been saying I would start writing years ago when blogging emerged. It seems a good time as I just arrived from a three day journey on the Amtrak train to the San Diego, California for a year away from my life in the hopes that I can create a new direction and start school in the fall of 2009.
The journey was sticky, dirty, and a little cold at night. It was also suprisingly beautiful and full, as the vistas of this vast country filled the picture windows of the observation car that Amtrak provides. I also met a few Americans, also a suprisingly rare commodity in my life as New yorker surrounded by folks who would not touch that title with a ten foot pole.
The journey was sticky, dirty, and a little cold at night. It was also suprisingly beautiful and full, as the vistas of this vast country filled the picture windows of the observation car that Amtrak provides. I also met a few Americans, also a suprisingly rare commodity in my life as New yorker surrounded by folks who would not touch that title with a ten foot pole.
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