Sat Mar 31, 2007
I can’t post them yet. I am silly when it comes to passwords. Because I try to make sure I don’t use the same thing every time, I have about – oh, maybe a dozen of them that I use quite commonly, but then the usernames aren’t always the same on everything either. I rely far too much on password management software, so when I am remote like this on a different computer I occasionally run into something I can’t do because the password escapes me. FTP is one of them.
Yesterday afternoon we went into centro Puerto Vallarta to see the sights and have dinner. I enjoyed it more than any trip in recent memory, because it has so many things I enjoy: waves crashing on the beach, charming architecture, friendly locals, good shops. We walked along the waterfront esplanade in the sun, the sounds of the water taking me back to childhood trips to Hood Canal. It’s spring break in Mexico for two weeks starting yesterday, so there were family events going on – a magic show, street vendors selling treats of all kinds, a boy on huge stilts. We stopped at an art gallery near the absolutely gorgeous Church of Our Lady Guadalupe, and we found a dia de los muertos mermaid to take home. Next up was dinner, at Trio, which is a restaurant suggested to us by our sailing instructor. He’s from San Francisco, but spends 6 months a year here in Puerto Vallarta. It turned out to be a very European influenced cuisine, but quite delicious and the atmosphere was perfect at a table for two on a balcony above the cobblestone street while the sun went down.
Today I’m having a quiet day to myself while Elliott is out diving. We were both supposed to go, but somewhere around 4am on the umpteenth time of being woken by a fit of coughing, it occurred to me that perhaps these weren’t the best physical circumstances for scuba diving. I don’t know why it took me until 3 hours before we were supposed to go to even think of that. Ding! One of those light bulb moments that can make you feel really stupid. When I woke up for real around 6:30, I asked him if he’d mind me staying behind, because when I already have constant fear of drowning to overcome on each and every dive I do, I didn’t want to compound it with chest congestion.
Now this is one of many reasons Elliott and I travel so well together: we both adapt quite easily to changes of plan. He had no problem going alone without making me feel guilty, I had no problem staying here and entertaining myself for the day. I’ve actually had a very easy time of it because I’m about halfway through with a book I started yesterday, which I can’t recommend highly enough: Stumbling on Happiness, by Daniel Gilbert. Normally I don’t even attempt much non-fiction because my mind loves to be occupied by the fantasy of novels. This one however caught my eye for two reasons. 1. the very title. Who isn’t concerned with being happy? and 2. the recommendations on it’s jacket by authors like Steven D. Levitt, author of Freakonomics, and Malcolm Gladwell, author of Blink and The Tipping Point. Both authors are brilliant, and there they were calling this one the same.
One of the reasons I usually eschew non-fiction in favor of fiction is a possibly erroneous emotional belief that non-fiction writers will be dry and boring. This book definitely does not fall into that category. I also don’t consider myself a brainiac. I would say that my self-perception is that I’m intelligent, but under-educated (formally, that is). Before you go slamming me for putting myself down, understand that I don’t necessarily consider it a put-down so much as a statement of fact. I don’t have much formal education, I stopped after high school and several failed attempts at college. Maybe I do think somewhere in my subconscious that I’ll be unable to read the language though. It’s kinda like when I got hired in the marketing department of another adult company, because I ran my own successful adult company, only to find that I had no idea what the people with formal education in marketing were talking about. I didn’t have the lingo, but if they asked the right questions I did have the knowledge.
At any rate, Daniel Gilbert writes in such an engaging style, and explains his theories so sensibly with examples that could relate to any one of us, that I’ve almost devoured it in a day. And this complete with many laugh-out-loud moments, and passages insistently read to Elliott so as to share my enjoyment.
You have to read it. I’m not kidding.
Anyhow, I took a break to go to the local market for cleaning supplies and figured I’d take time out for a quick journal entry, but now it’s time to get back to a sunny patio, glass of wine and the rest of my book.