Sitting inside one of my favorite coffee shops near campus writing in Text Edit.
My friends are all at work and I’m finishing little projects I’ve given myself while enjoying a latte that tastes just like the intersection outside this window should taste. I notice they’re still playing a lot of Spoon here. Makes sense. I forgot how thrilling driving is - knowing that even if you’re the most competent and careful Ryan Gosling on the plant, some asshole can still make you ram into a cement wall and shatter your legs into a thousand irreparable pieces. Shoving that awareness aside to make room for music playing as loudly as your car speakers are able got me through that stretch of highway and to this spot at the bar where I used to sit and type and sip and talk and read movie reviews in The Chronicle. This coffee is too hot to drink. My friends should be off work soon. I’ll meet up with them, we’ll get tacos, they’ll make fun of Brooklyn, I’ll make fun of gas prices, we’ll drink Shiner, and I’ll notice all the things that are different and be OK with every single one of them.
And then I’ll probably ask someone to play “We Found Love” or something.
He did not spend much time talking about the sizable budget shortfall facing the state, but made clear that lawmakers should balance the budget without raising taxes.