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December 18th, 2009

Returned from Big Sur to LA. For what I set out to do, the trip was gratifying. When I arrived at the cabin, the book was a bunch of disconnected blobby ideas floating in formation. Now I have a coherent structure and far more material. The outline is basically complete–I’m sure there will be some pruning and grafting here and there, but it’s there. I’ve got roughly 100 pages written. There’s a long way to go, but I’m over the hump. It’s not just a bunch of ideas for a book anymore–it’s for real.

I’m really happy about that! I seriously underestimated how far I could get done up there. This is the longest and most complex document I’ve ever written. But when you’re in a quiet place, with no phone, Internet, TV or anyone with you, there are no distractions, and I got seriously productive. I wrote and wrote, and when I didn’t I read, or went out into the mountains and trees, or just slept.

So there it is. My “vacation” is basically over. Soon I’ll be back in San Diego spending time with Heather and my family leading into Christmas. I’m looking forward to coming home.

big sur, philosophy, travel, writing

In Big Sur, and the Book is Now Afoot

December 13th, 2009

Day 1 of my adventures took me up to LA to visit Sharon. Turns out by coincidence she had a party that evening, so I caught up with a bunch of other friends in LA, and made a few new ones, which was great. But the plan was never to go no further than LA, so the following morning I needed to decide where to next. Sharon suggested: why not Big Sur? She’d done a ton of research on the area for a trip she’d taken earlier and knew where I could get a little cabin with no advance reservation. I made a few phone calls that morning, and voila. All set. I’m here till the 17th.

The Big Sur drive from LA would be over 6 hours factoring traffic, according to the Google, so I needed to get moving if I wanted to get there at a reasonable time that night. I quickly reloaded the van and after goodbyes, headed up the 101.

The rain was torrential, as expected. Traffic existed but wasn’t as bad as it could have been. As I got distance from LA, the scenery got better and better. I happened to time driving through Pismo Beach just as the clouds broke briefly and a gorgeous sunset emerged.

Darkness came on fast thereafter, and the rain got heavier and the road windier. There had been many little rockslides and rocks ranging from golf ball to beach ball sizes were on the northbound lane of the US 1, sometimes in both lanes. In the dark rain they came on fast, and I dodged. I hit one with a wheel. It was about the size of a tennis ball and when the van hit, it made an impressive WHAM. Rocks, not mud. Got it.

Weaving and meandering, and rediscovering the value of high beams, which are really awesome on the van now with the new composite beam headlamps, I got to the cabin. I was running on about 4 hours of sleep, so I basically conked out once I took possession.

And onto today. It’s really pretty out here and the cabin is just what I wanted, primarily: quiet. I’ve been incredibly productive writing all day; the words are just flowing out of me and I feel more confident about the success of this project than ever before. I made particular progress on the chapters applying semiotics to computer science and on the Antikythera mechanism. I’ve got a very good start on the outline of the book, so the overall structure and flow is coming along too.

I’ve been having trouble communicating out here; phone service is mostly nonexistent–I get a feeble bar of 2G once in a while–and WiFi is only in the cafe, closes at 2pm. I found a restaurant nearby that has WiFi now, which is cool. At the moment I’m eating dinner at the Fernwood.

Been missing Heather though. Being alone is just what I wanted and neededfor this phase of the trip, but I still do.

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