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stale corporate din
Wednesday, December 8 1999
I decided to take a slightly different route into work, getting on Nimitz at the top of the Point Loma ridge and then cutting down to the glassy-calm San Diego Harbour west of the airport. The ride was much more pleasant from there, a little like that along the San Diego River. It passed down a pedestrian sidewalk and through a long narrow shoreline park past docks bristling with the masts of tidy little sailboats. The bird diversity wasn't as high as that of the funky, undeveloped San Diego River, but there were plenty of pelicans milling about on the docks. Pelicans fascinate me because they look so similar to the prehistoric flying reptiles I remember from those dog-eared dinosaur books of my childhood.
...then I was at work in a gilded gleaming corporate tower downtown...
"It went up 40 points!" squealed the schoolmarmish VP of IT.
"Stock market talk..." I sighed, putting on my headphones. Soon the stale corporate din was drowned out by the ponderous sonic Goliath of Type O-Negative's "Love You To Death."
Every afternoon I try to explore a different sector of downtown, starting from my office building. It's amazing how strong the stink of human urine can be in various parts of a densely-populated urban center, especially when there's virtually no rainfall.
The sheer urban-ness of our new environment has proven too much for some of the prissy future-millionaires in our company. Now we can have, on demand, an armed guard to escort us all the way from our office to our cars, that is, if we have cars, and everyone but me does of course. In some cases this means that the armed guard actually accompanies us on the trolley. None of this means anything to me, naturally. I'm still perfecting my route to and from Ocean Beach. Since my discovery of the bike path along the harbour, I sense this route becoming as good as my route up Mission Valley.
Tonight is Jenna the German Girl's 30th birthday, so Kim is out with the girls of the compound. I'm here by myself listening to the latest CD by Bush of all things. It's actually pretty good. "The future lies in space travel. She's coming over me." Now you know I'm not trying to be cool.
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