Monday morning I reconstructed my to do list — there were an overwhelming number of activities on it — and my usual system of sorting things (based on SEVEN HABITS OF HIGHLY EFFECTIVE PEOPLE) just wasn’t helping.
Creating a David Neagle inspired list of “Miracle Generating” activities, I felt I wanted a pretty picture and so I googled the phrase for images. There was a moment of astonishment when I recognized one of the images as being myself (at around 5) from an old blog entry. 
Realizing the Internet now thinks of me as a Miracle Generator (albeit a five-year old one), post unbelievably fantastic lunch at The House, I made the important result-oriented calls and sent the important emails and then joined Adrian at the Palace of Fine Arts.
I’ve driven past it countless times in the last few months on the way to Crissy Field, but this was the first time I actually parked and toured it.
It is an astonishingly beautiful structure, constructed for the World’s Fair in 1915. A lot of times these kind of things are just so-so and underwhelming, but I have to say the Palace is truly MAGIC.
And I saw swans up close in adult life. They really do have these incredible necks that move in extraordinary ways. [Belle was very well behaved despite being a birder; we took her to the walk at the Wave Organ as a swim reward.]
Dinner back at home — as part of my new regime I’m totally committed to the Early Bird dining strategy — where we watched Vertigo [and the first part of Tales of the City.]
Vertigo did not disappoint, especially since we were now comparing every location in the movie to our current day experience. It’s a whole different story when you walk almost every day towards the point where Kim Novak jumps into the Bay.
The movie is both indelibly carved into my mind, yet also somehow instantly forgettable. IE, I remember so many images and plot twists, but realized I was fuzzy on the exact revelation of what was happening in the full story. Part of it is because there’s a lack of resolution and confrontation scenes I’ve come to expect. In fact, it ends pretty much at the climax of the action.
Anyway, it’s funny because I thought we might go on the Vertigo tour of SF but I realize we’ve already seen most of those places organically.
Anyway, must now dash towards the Japanese Tea Garden in Golden Gate Park before teaching a private this afternoon.
And tonight we’re planning on dinner at Don Pisto’s but I kinda wish Ernie’s were still open.
