The New Shiny Shiny

Back in the land of plenty, burning brightly under clouds of Santa Cruz mountain fog and palm trees. Ahh- you can take the gurl outta California but you can't dampen the optimistic edge with frozen tundra and salted sidewalks. The biggest ahh is the new San Jose Airport. My morning cafe here awaiting my L.A. flight was a Illy brand espresso in a proper cup no less. Pinch me.

The femine curves of the new Southwest Airlines terminal is reminiscent of a perfect thigh. A Frank Geary'esque design so damn sexy so un San Jose, that maybe this is just what the doctor ordered for the bruised ego of the valley. Did I mention it's sooo good to be back in the hood' that
it's hard to contain my irrational exuberance. Yes, that too will pass but I felt the need to scream it from the ceiling ( which is angular skylight and steel) this is my new fave hang..

did I mention the free wi-fi?? Luv. True blue love. Gotta jet!

Keys

The New York Times home section has an article today that really spoke to me.

The meat of the article: people who don't lock the doors where they live. It spoke to me I suppose because I too never lock my door. Can't say that I have ever had a break-in. But why lock up, arm the alarm? If someone wants to find a way into your home, they most likely will. I have to admit to another thing I wasn't in the habit of locking, and that was my car (when I still had one.)

The sweet little enclave I lived in was pretty low key and my view point? My neighbors all drive nicer, flasher vehicles than I, so let them lock their vehicles. Keys just seem like another thing to worry about.

My Mini Cooper was so laden full of Lego's and trail mix who the fuck would want it was my mantra.

Keys to the castle, the key to my heart.
Key-lime pie I say because if you can't enjoy life without looking over your shoulder wondering and worrying who might be out to get your stuff , then maybe you just have too much stuff. Or watch too much Fox News, maybe both.

Did I mention the four bicycles stolen over the course of ten years living in San Francisco. All securely locked all snatched. Like I mentioned, If somebody wants it... Oh yes, I forgot about the Mercedes of baby buggies, pinched from the front of my flat in Barcelona on a sunny summer day- really, if you need to steal a baby buggy than you need it more than I.

I found an odd comforting feeling, reading the Times article. I suppose that it's nice to think that I'm not the only key-less wing nut on the continent. It helps to live in a building with a doorman these days, as my key-less habits die hard in Toronto where I do need a fob to unlock and allow access.

Wishful thinking on that key free way of life.

Bad Latitude

I will chalk up my recent fowl mood to the latitude of Toronto. One of my fave ads of recent memory was a beer commercial that preached "change your latitude , change your attitude." If only it was that easy. SAD, or the lack of light causing Seasonal Affective Disorder is a type of depression that occurs at the same time every year. If you're like most people with seasonal affective disorder, your symptoms start in the fall and may continue into the winter months, sapping your energy and making you feel moody. This applies only if the latitude you find yourself in actually has a summer. For those of us susceptible to SAD, it seems a change of latitude may be the only quick fix. Good to know that Westjet flies to points south and to Cuba from Toronto. So my preferred latitude is not 43°.72″N,(Toronto) or even 41°23′N, (Barcelona) but 37° 45' 55" N ( San Fran/Oakland.)