i’m always inspired to write on location
the thoughts flow. i wonder why i don’t bring a moleskine with me where ever i go. probably cause i don’t have a moleskine. but i always have a pen. pilot v5 extra fine. always. thankfully right now i have a napkin. somewhere i was reading that writing is the loneliest occupation. or was it reading? or both? i think it was in that interview with Chuck Palahniuk.
i like weird. it calms me. tonight i walked over to a vegetarian buffet restaurant called govinda’s. the food reminded me of the free hare krishna meals on campus that i avoided. vegetable curry. rice. pasta with a pesto sauce. salad. who knows maybe it’s even a chain. the logo is very professional, as is the dining room decor. there’s lucky bamboo on every table.
behind govinda’s is the community market, which i discovered online while searching for things to do in santa rosa. but you can’t see it from mendocino, the main north-south strip, so driving by i wasn’t sure if it existed anymore. it reminds me of weaver street market in carrboro, without all the hustle and bustle. it’s just a natural foods market with the same weird healthy stuff that feels familiar and exotic to me. fruits and vegetables, european butter, tofu-based everything, tahini galore, items for sale in bulk, quorn and amy’s and garden of eatin’. no meat that i could identify.
i will be grocery shopping there this weekend.
I’m enjoying your musings here….
I think the best part about being a writer is the solitude. I don’t get enough solitude, therefore I hardly find myself writing these days. It feels good to be the kind of person that is happy to be alone– writing, wandering and observing. It’s like being drunk and happy…..
That Govinda place sounds awful. I’ve decided I pretty much dislike Indian food now. It’s the only food that annoys me, actually. I hate the way they make it here in the states. I don’t much like the sauce and rice thing either. God it makes my belly feel crummy.