Random post-pizza thoughts on a freezing cold night at the beach:
- It would be damned near impossible to get me to move back to San Francisco. This project excites me enough that I might think about it. For a few minutes.
- Quick and glib analysis of the Hampton Roads area: The big military presence makes it feel simultaneously more cosmopolitan and less sophisticated than some other large Southern cities.
- Norfolk proper seems a good bit livelier than it did four or five years back when I was here last. The Virginia Beach suburbs (as opposed to the oceanfront) and Portsmouth don’t.
- I’ve lost lots of weight. The pizza tonight was OK, right?
Random thought I’ll write about later:
- The parent-child relationship definitely reverses as the parents age. Everyone knows that. But for some of us, it also reverts and makes us feel behave like teenagers again, telling white lies and being generally sullen and resentful about things we shouldn’t have to do in middle age. Again, more on that in an upcoming rant.
