AUTHOR: SalsaCrazy TITLE: Review: Top of the Mark and Deep Thoughts DATE: Thursday, January 20, 2005 ----- BODY:

Yet another wonderful night at the top of San Francisco, in the Mark Hopkins Hotel. Situated at the top of Nob Hill, there was a beautiful view of the city. After a small class, the band started right away, and the place was off and running. It was actually a slow start in terms of people, but the club quickly became crowded, and there was a great mix of people, and plenty of good dancers to be found. What a fantastic and unique venue for the city! It's nice to have a change of pace for salsa in SF, and this club definitely adds a new element to the scene.

Change is good! I've always been of that opinion. I seek out change . . . embrace it even. Lately my days are flying by. I don't understand how, at the age of six, a single day can last an eternity, and now, at 30+, the days pass like minutes. I wake up, and before I know it, it's time for sleep. A perfect example is the salsa cruise I was just on. A fantastic time, and eight full days, it should have felt like a long time, but - quite the opposite, I felt like it was over in an instant. I barely had left, and it was time to come back already! The older I get, the faster time seems to accelerate.

Which brings me back to change. Time is inexorably moving. An opportunity lost, what seems like a minute ago, can easily be lost forever at the sheer speed time seems to be going. Time waits for no one - not me, not my friends, opportunities, or imagination. At the speed our lives move - making every minute count, every day meaningful, every moment important and deeply understood, seems like an impossibility. Change is good - I'll keep repeating that to myself, as I grapple with the speed at which life is moving. As I try to live in the moment, with a deeper understanding and appreciation that every instant, every friendship, every opportunity, might only exist for that nanosecond that make up our days. Don't let it pass you by!

Ok, enough existential babble, as I meander around a point I can't make.

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