The rocky division between little Corona del Mar and the other one (just plain Corona del Mar, I think) (both of which you can approach via a street called Marguerite) can, it turns out, be transgressed. In the past, I thought this was impossible (though in the past I've always been there when the tide is higher). There was a point, very close to the end, when I thought to proceed would require me to wade through some shallow sea water. "Crumbs!", thought I, "I've tried so hard and come so far, and in the end, it won't even have mattered.". But soon a path presented itself and all was well.
Yes, but "I've tried so hard and come so far, and in the end, it won't even have mattered," is still true in the long run, as a general rule.
Posted by: dave zacuto | January 04, 2006 at 08:09 PM
I see I misquoted Linkin Park, but the truth of the sentiment shines through.
Posted by: ben wolfson | January 04, 2006 at 10:26 PM
I wrote the beginning of a play tonight about a man searching for a single perfect french fry, and who also has a terrible swearing problem.
Posted by: dave zacuto | January 05, 2006 at 12:38 AM
I hope you see how this is relevant, DQ.
Posted by: dave zacuto | January 05, 2006 at 12:39 AM