Girls at Boulder
I drove to Boulder out of not feeling to do anything: high attitude of Denver has taken a toll on me and the dry heat kept me from making out anything productive, and I start to sweat. Now I seriously miss being in San Francisco bay area when summer is cold and breezy.
It took me a while to locate the Boulder downtown which is also the center of University of Colorado at Boulder. Every street corner I turned, there are a half dozen gorgeous girls (mostly white) waiting to either cross the street and chitchat. It's hardly ever to come across nearly as many guys and I wonder what a waste it has been. Even it's at night, it does not make sense if you stop looking at these beautiful creatures. I took a seat at a weird-named sandwich shop called "whichswhich?". The wide eyed girl took my order, she is, as usual, gorgeous. I must have chosen lot of difficult ingredients cuz the poor guy was staring at my order list for at least 2 minutes to figure out what to do with it: i have my iphone photo taken as proof. Three more gorgeous girls (are there any other words out there, because I am tired of using the same word so many times but I have to) came in, ordered sweet chocolate and sat right beside me. I can tell one of them was attracted to me and the other two at least were checking out on me: I look completely like a college dude, a white college dude with good tan, arm and chest muscles, black rock & roll concert junk t-shirt, A&F jeans: white girls mostly identify with white guys. When there order arrived separately, each one of them would make joyous sound and jump from the chair to get her order , quite cute. The girl taking my order started to dance for no reason, I pulled out iphone asking her to pose for me, all her friends agreed with me but she used her arm to block her face and continue to tease dance us. I know iphone won't take a good photo out of moving object but this is more of a process rather a result: teasing with girls. Once I was halfjoking done, she started waving her arms and danced more, I was chatting her up along with another tall eurasian girl: "now you are dancing, that is not fair, come on." not till I finished, she was like"ok, now, take photo!" and started dance, move her lovely body and arms dramatically, I jumped on the table and took the shot: a shot that will never be seen. that is how you tease up a girl: being fun with yourself. being interesting. that is actually how to make life interesting in general, isn't it?
My friend Dennis
I won't spend too much time on this but it worths mentioning. My friend Dennis seems always working on his startup project, always occupied with details, never had time thinking or doing anything else. He can play Guitar well enough to get girls attention, only if he were me. But even playing Guitar seems so much like work. He will stand all night now in front of his expansive mac pro in the kitchen forgetting to go back to his study to work more comfortably. He would miss one milestone after another no matter they are for fun or work. He has rent this enormous townhouse for a year, hired a bunch of people doing things that from day 1, I didn't see the significance nor the scalability, and he will go on and on about his grandeur's plan and ask me to keep secret: why wouldn't I. Only recently he told me none of these work out and he is moving to a much smaller place and cutting a lot of cost which he should have cut a lonnnnnng time ago. He was so occupied with his work that he would ask me to help out even I was just out in the kitchen in the middle of night to grab a milk before going to bed: he said he has to get this done before tomorrow. I did not ask why, I think sometime he forgets to ask himself why he is doing what he is doing. When I asked him if he ever gets lonely by himself working on these projects, he said he never did and he enjoyed himself. I am an expert on having a good time, and in my eyes, I don't see anything to be enjoyable, and it has not been fun just looking at him suffering without knowing it. Ah, Dennis, I feel sorry for him, honestly as a friend. And I probably won't choose to be in any situation working nor relaxing with him. It's sad to see this through for him.
Colorado
Denver has always been a special place in my memory. 10 years ago I switched my flight from a Jet to a 11 people propeller on my way to Lubbock, Texas for a transfer to an even smaller place in New Mexico. Here I am again, 10 years later, seeking a quiet place where I can continue a big chunk of my first book about a foreign man's survival in America. I love America and have blended into its culture amazingly well, but it's time to rethink about my years behind, what have I done wrong and right. I am staying at a friend's 4 beds room town house in the middle of HUGE residential area, having been used to crowded bay area, Colorado feels like farmland, endless green, endless sky, endless clouds, reminds me the bid Texas and empty New mexico. At one point or another, I was thinking, could this be the place I will eventually settle? I was aiming at a very quiet place where I can write, while I have wasted about 48 hours after landing, I accidentally came across this little community center behind my friend's house, about 3 minutes' walk, it's on the top of a very tiny hill bump, a few tables and chairs (incredibly clean) scatter around waiting for me to sit on; and when I did sit, I just felt how perfect this place is to me: quiet, greenish green grasses are filled in your eyes, with good visibility, I can see out at least 50 miles...It's not in the middle of nowhere, there are lot of young family houses where young moms are watching out their children, it feels peaceful. This is Colorado at the end of August, Sun is unforgiving, air is dry and wet at the same time, clouds are hovering around your head so low yet reflecting the strong sunlight, holding off the imminent rain which I have not seen for 6 months. Children's play sound is just about right, not to the point that is disturbing my writing, and my one time lover and good friend dropped me an email about her current life in America. I wish time stops so I can sit here writing till the book is done.
Today is a decade
It's a been a full decade since I have come to United States of America.
Autumn is falling
Early august, temperate seems to be falling. It feels windier more often than summer. I have just mastered water started after a long 3 years up-hauling of my windsurf tenure. When the wind picks me up off the water, it felt great.
At the end of July, I have decided to focus on writing my first book. It's been a little over two weeks, and each time when I finished a mini-chapter, I felt good. I know I have to get them out of my chest, it's been 10 years, and I know I am doing the right thing.
Friends visiting from afar
One can't help showing his happiness,
When old friends visit from afar...
Pinpin, Rafael, this "ideal couple" in Rafael's words, visit bay area from good old Cambridge University of UK. Moreover, Philip, the "worldly" guy seeming to be always in a different country every week, visit back from France/Singapore's INSEAD MBA program.
All of a sudden, bay area seems to be back in 2002 when all of my friends were still around and hanging around every day, no one was ever going to get married and settle down.
What a great feeling.
