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March 25th, 2005

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Friday, March 25th, 2005 10:12 am
Because I'm on my way out of town again and I don't want to forget my intentions.

I'm going to describe our 32-hour 1100-mile trip in livid terms. I'm going to talk about the smell of desert wildflowers. I'm going to remember that I had a revelation for the "dogs of god" story, having to do with exactly that -- I wanted the poppies of paradise to have a sweet scent, and some of the poppy-looking flowers of the desert do. I'm going to mention that if you are in the Santa Cruz area and you need oral surgery, Dr. Brian Cheng is a good choice most likely. I'm going to write about restaurants in Bakersfield, line dancing wait staff, motherly waitress in the Basque restaurant, cabbage soup, pickled tongue. And the Crowbar Cafe in Shoshone, and the waitress who said "Yeah, the damned flowers," because her restaurant is the closest one to Death Valley and she's out of everything and has no empty tables.

And I'm going to write a whole bunch after I get rid of the next three days of driving all over hell and gone (actually, Monterey, San Francisco, and Cupertino), and get back to my dull life.