Year in Review: November 2010

Winter Comes Early

November 1San Francisco Giants’ Pat Burrell (left to right) Brian Wilson, Aubrey Huff and Buster Posey celebrate after defeating the Texas Rangers to win Game 5 of the Major League Baseball championship and to clinch the World Series in Arlington, Texas.(REUTERS/Brian Snyder) # All the long suffering San Francisco Giant fans (the ones that hadn’t given up or died) finally saw them win the big one. My sister and I have been Giant fans since we were very young. We saw Bobby Bonds, Willie Mays, and Willie McCovey play at Candlestic park. We saw them struggle through the eighties when my cousin Jim Wohlford played for them and they were lousy (not Jim’s fault).

This is what he had to say about it:

“The only difference between Candlestick (Park) and San Quentin (Prison) is that at Candlestick they let you go home at night.”

We saw the 89 world series interrupted by the Loma Prieta earthquake and the Giants fold in four games, and then in 2002, take a 2 run lead into the 8th inning of the sixth game after having won 3 of the first 5 games, only to lose that game in the eighth and the last game as well. So close. But, now it has been done, and, seems to me, by a kind of unlikely crew. How do you get names like Buster Posey and Aubrey Huff without making them up.

November 2

There were some elections here.

November 6

In a desperate attempt to cheer myself up I watched Mystery Men, one of my all time favorite silly movies. WithTom Waits and Paul Rubens, it is both weird and silly. Just the thing to distract me from my weary pre-winter blues.

November 13

Myanmar’s pro-democracy leader Aung San Suu Kyi (center) was released after serving seven years under house arrest. (REUTERS/Stringer)

November 15

Journal Entry:

I am changing my approach again. I cannot do everything. I will do what I can and in a timely way, prioritizing. Just like we handle nap: let the ones who sleep go to sleep, help the ones who will go to sleep with a little help, and then deal with the difficult ones.

November 19

Journal Entry:

Many interesting conversations today. I walked into a meeting as I arrived at work that went for an hour and then later talked with Barbara about winter camp, temperament and parenting. Then I had a wonderful conversation with Sarah about life and inspiration and the blending of that into work.

November 20

Dustin and I went to the Showbox at the Market to see Built to Spill.

Journal Entry:

We walked around Seattle downtown trying to stay worm waiting for the concert. We ate yakasobe noodles in a deserted courtyard of Pike’s Place as a somber security guard shuffled around sliding the grills down in front of the shop doors and exits and locking locks. “You guys can finish up, but this area is closed so you’ll have to let yourself out up there.” He pointed to the exit sign. A sad bored looking big foot, roughly carved, loitered  in one corner, and a giant squid flew wriggling on wires overhead.

November 22

I drove to work late through a gathering storm, and took 2 1/2 hours coming home, driving on a sheet of ice most of the way.

November 24

Journal Entry:

Cormac McCarthy is in my dreams a sad old man with a teenage daughter. He is afraid of not living long enough to see her grow up.

“It will kill you graveyard dead”

People say things like this.

November 25

Journal Entry:

Thanksgiving

Mary, Rowan, Dustin and I piled in the car and slid out to pick up Jordan through the snow and slush. We stopped for beer and made it home. A pleasant afternoon and evening with our fine and intelligent children. They are so civilized and pleasant. More due to Mary than me. She has a way of expecting people to behave decently that makes it happen. I just take what comes.

November 26

Journal Entry:

The snow has blown and washed away in the predawn storm. Scattered traces remain. The streets are all wet and ice free for the first time since last Saturday (11/20). The rain clicked sideways at the window like sand or ice, but just water pushed by wind.

November 28

I finished and published the last segment of my first novel, River of Dreams, on my blog!

WikiLeaks and five major newspapers from Spain (El País), France (Le Monde), Germany (Der Spiegel), the United Kingdom (The Guardian), and the United States (The New York Times) started to simultaneously publish the first 220 of 251,287 leaked confidential—but not top secret—diplomatic cables from 274 US embassies around the world, dated from 28 December 1966 to 28 February 2010.

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