Archive for June, 2004

Blowing bubbles

When things get a bit too stressful at work I do what every good red-blooded American does: a bit of shopping therapy. This time around: scuba equipment. I’ve gotten myself a brand new BC, regulator and fins. It will complement nicely the rest of my equipment: mask, snorkel and (coolest of all) dive computer. The amount of cash I spend is proportional to the level of stress, so that tells you something about how things are going (for those of you who don’t know, diving equipment is very expensive) :-)

I now have almost all the gear I need, except for a suitcase and maybe a wetsuit. I think I might be better off renting the wetsuit, since I need a different one depending on where I dive. We’ll see.

Tomorrow, I’m going to try out my new kit in Monterey. I’m all excited about it, except for the fact I have to be there at 7:30am, which means leaving home at 5:30am. Ugh. The things we do for the pleasure of being fully immersed in frigid waters.

The Road Not Taken

By Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Why?

Why would you choose to leave behind comfort and certainty?

Maybe you want the see the world or take a break from your routine or learn about other cultures, maybe so you can better understand yours. Or maybe you have no good reason at all. Maybe it’s more a compulsion. An itch. A longing.

No matter, if you start thinking about it, you are ready. Just go. Travel will do your soul good.

Golden Gate Conservatory of Flowers

I biked to Golden Gate Park today, and went to visit the Conservatory of Flower. Last time I was there was 10 years ago when I was giving a tour of San Francisco to my parents. I got some picture of the colorful flowers inside, as well as of the nearby rose garden.