Monday, January 21, 2019

Back at The MOMA

On September 30 I wrote that that morning my visitor and his girlfriend got me up and after getting ready we walked to the cafe where we all had the potatoes. Then we walked through the morning air to the F train and went to the Museum of Modern Art. We had some coffee and we walked through the center. We looked at a buckeye growing in the park.

We went to Tempest and sad around talking for a bit. When we left we split up but ended up back at the MOMA. We started with the Thiebaud exhibit but really split up. We went up to the third-floor and I got lost in the work of a photojournalist who had covered kids in Queens and Kurdish pogroms. We spent some time on the balcony and looked at a slideshow on Kurdistan.

A bit later we went to the fourth, fifth and sixth floor is pretty quick. And then we got our coats and caught a 14 walked to the apartment. When we had rested enough to eat we went to look at several taquerias before settling on Cancun. My guest bought me a beer and we saw a lady from the museum. We spoke to her for a bit and then walked to a bar I know where we saw a guy we knew and he looked at photos with my guest. We walked back to the apartment then.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.

Sunday, December 2, 2018

The Horseshoe Courts

On September 16 I wrote that I woke to noise in the kitchen. I had nothing at breakfast really because I wanted to meet an acquaintance. At 9:30 I was nearly at Duboce Café. My acquaintance and his sister came up Duboce when my coffee was ready. That was surprising because they live deep in the Mission.

We rode to Peet’s and discussed things until we got to the Panhandle. She has a daughter who knows all of the people. We took JFK to overlook through the polo fields to Spreckels to see the boat event. Then we went down JFK to the beach. My acquaintances did a lot of catch-up. We ascended to the Polo Fields and the equestrian fields. We took JFK and she met her family at the blue playground.

Her brother and I went to the liquor store to buy beer and then we went to the Horseshoe courts to look at the view.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.

Tuesday, November 27, 2018

The Gatsby Picnic

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I took the bikes and trailer out and got an outfit on. We were headed to the Gatsby Picnic. We headed out as Melissa Davies was headed to BART.

My friend and I headed to Civic Center a bit later than we wanted. The elevator was hard. I opted for the escalator with my own bike. We met our riding companion on the train and sat at separate ends of our train until San Leandro. I took both bikes down while the girls took the elevator.

We wrote to a store nearby and got coffee and got our stuff together before riding through suburbia to the event. This time we took Haas though in the past I’m pretty sure we took Dutten or something else. We then took 108th and foothill before venturing under the freeway. We only got passed by one person. The last block was hard but I made it.

Around when we got our tickets and entered, a bunch of people in our party texted from inside. I saw mom and a bunch of others. Luckily my friend texted around then to say that one of our party was hosting a spread in a good spot. She was from Sacramento and had really great cocktails.

Mom and dad had a wagon. I found a spot for the wheels and then got mom and dad and the others settled. I made sure to make everyone happy. Our riding companion saw a friend. I confirmed that other people from Sacramento were not coming.

We all managed to take quiet walks one at a time. I got everyone a drink before sitting down for a sandwich. My friend and I traded several times. The hostess introduced her boyfriend. I quietly explored the vault for the spring twice. When some of the events for the day happened my friend quietly snuck off to the mansion instead.

I got a cocktail and watched the dancing. My friend insisted I dance with mom. Everyone took at least one additional walk. I got a lot of quiet complements. I took a quiet walk to be alone. When I got back mom and dad left and the others were leaving. Our hostess packed up and we walked out with her (bikes and everything). My friend saw her boss, the vintage clothing expert.

My friend and I quietly headed back to 108th with our companion. The ride was mostly easy but a couple of places we walked across the street. Getting to the platform had gotten easier with me bringing the bikes together.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Through the Transit Center

On August 19 I wrote that when I got to mom and dad’s house my friend made dinner and I set the table. The roast chicken and a salad with biscuits was great and afterwords mom and dad tidied up. I got the room ready downstairs. I wrote in my notebook to.

Later we walked to Taraval but when we were nearly there my friend interacted with the people at the house with the “open” sign. We went and looked at host’s Star Trek bridge set. They had a giant ping-pong table and a pool table.

There was a burlesque at Riptide so we went to the White Cap for a drink and a shot. We walked back and had ice cream with mom.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this, my friend and I were in the kitchen and living room having coffee. She got ready and left at 10. I said bye a bit later and ran to the bus. I had trouble at Judah but managed to get on an N Judah on my way to Sunday Streets in the South of Market Area.

By 12 it was quiet time as I went through the tunnels. I got off at Folsom Street and walked through the Transit Center. I met an acquaintance at the MOMA where we had a coffee and went through Richard Serra’s Sculpture Sequence. Then we went to the Yerba Buena Center and over to Folsom Street.

That seemed to be where Sunday streets was centered. We hung out at Victoria Davies Park for an hour eating snacks and quietly walked to Streat Food. I had beer and some fries. There was a cool bus we quietly explored.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.

Wednesday, October 3, 2018

The Ride was Pretty

On August 4 I wrote that I went straight to work in the morning. I spent the entire afternoon at my desk with my notes. When I went home I got my bike and some beer. I then wrote to Folsom and met all fo the Bike Party people. The ride left for Bernal Heights. I saw a bunch of people that I don’t normally see.

The ride was pretty simple. I was worn out climbing Bernal Hill. I took photos and shared them with my mom. I interacted with some of the regulars about their jobs and pastimes. We rode down Alabama, Mariposa and around to Islas Creek.

There an acquaintance handed out candy. I met a few new people. One of the regulars was riding around with his trike. I left at 11 with one of the guys and we went to the Mission. I was asleep at 12:30.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

The Jedediah Trail

On July 31 I wrote that after I left the laundromat I went looking for School Road which I knew had a direct route to the hotel. I stopped at Target on the way. I bought power bars, snacks and a few other things. The customers were more helpful than the employees. School Road was easy and I decided to stay away from Bidwell so took the Johnny Cash Trail. Some lady said “you’re welcome” to me on the road to the trail and I interpreted that as the lady lived nearby and hated cyclists.

When I got to the hotel quiet time was halfway over. We split the harmony and I took it easy while my friend got a coffee on Sutter. I met her there a little later and we got ice cream. We went to the pool as my sisters were returning from the aquatic center. My younger sister came down but my older sister and her husband were getting ready to go home to Reno - they were leaving late.

After their departure my younger sister and I went to our own rooms with our parties to get ready to meet back at the pizza place. The dinner was good but we only ate two of the three pizzas. However, I grabbed the leftovers on the way to the ice cream shop. I took a bite of someone’s ice cream there and then the cart got pushed noisily to the hotel. We called it quits for the night a short while later.

On Monday, July 30 I had intended on quietly leaving the room without my friend but she had gotten up by 6:30. We were too early for the nearby café so we went to the Sutter Grill again. We ordered a small amount of food and then returned to the room to begin checking out. My sister texted and I noisily locked the bikes up outside before we traded places and I got ready to go.

At this point my younger sister was ready to go. She was heading to Reno for an extra day before having to return to work in SF. when I got downstairs they told me they would be back after a quick trip to the chocolate shop. I was done packing when she returned and they said goodbye.

This was when our idylic ride to Sacramento began. We had checked that our bags were strapped in correctly and then rode under Auburn Road. Then we rode along the River Path. The ride through the Mississippi Bar area was new and different. My friend was really enjoying herself. I remember stopping to catch my breath and saw a kayak float by. The piles of rocks made from hydraulic mining were really striking.

We crossed a little bridge and headed towards another one nearby. We were on our way to the Nimbus dam on Lake Natomas. The freeway was much closer there. I had spent a lot of time looking at the route and had determined that the dam was our first option for getting on the light rail. However, we were very much enjoying the ride. So, we continued onward.

I took a picture of Nimbus in the background and then we passed under the Hazel Bridge and we considered stopping for a swim. I wanted to accommodate her so I started looking. We passed the hatchery and there were a lot of parking lots that I remember seeing. People had a lot of access to drive. I noted that it was the islands/bars in the river that prompted us to imagine going for a swim.

We settled in at a Lower Sunrise for a picnic. There was a Ranger there. He gave us a frisbee. He said that the county was placing rangers at regular intervals along the trail. I got some water from him and quietly washed up. It was really nice. I took a breather. Later we rode through marvelous oaks and passed picnic tables on the sandy riverside. We stopped at Rossmoor Bar to adjust our trailer and at Riverbend to have water, which was a really nice park. We crossed the bridge into William Pond recreation area and my friend was really impressed with the beauty of the place. We could see the various meanders as we rolled along.

When we passed the water treatment plant we begin to see a levy on her right when my friend looked similar to a rail right of way. That was when I felt like we were entering the city. However, we were only in Arden Arcade at that point. The defining features from then until Sac State were the river on the left and the levy on the right. We saw the park rangers in SUVs rolling by.

At this point I was thinking about the train because we were near our second potential LRV escape point. My friend wanted to roll all the way to the station at this point so when we went under and passed guy West Ridge we started rolling like the end of the ride was near.

I started checking my watch when we passed mile markers to determine how long the last 7 miles would take. However I was also trying to find a shorter route. We settled on the Sacramento Northern Bikeway. We had no trouble climbing to the top of the bridge. When we got to the other side I led us to an neighborhood isolated by local rail infrastructure.

I got us into the city street grid by taking us under the tracks on a sidewalk and we stopped to rest at Muir Park. A short while later we rode to G Street and saw some bike camping people on our way into the station. They complicated the train for us because there was only one bike car and it was crowded.

My friend quietly went upstairs and I hung the bikes and broke the trailer down. We had traveled through Davis by the time I had finished. When I finally got to our table we sat talking. The light was slanting in through the window so we quietly treated seats. We also walked around the train to quiet our nerves and I had a couple of beers.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.

Tuesday, September 11, 2018

The Fat Rabbit

On July 29 I wrote that we ended up going to a pub – The Fat Rabbit – where everyone ordered separately. I gathered as many people as possible and started heading over. I ended up there with just a couple of people and everyone else showed up later. The meal was great. I split a slider and a salad. The pub was chaos and there was noise everywhere. I was really happy at how nice everyone was being. We all walked back together. I was worried I was going to have take a nap due to my earlier bike ride.

We went to my little sister’s room and she gave everyone a piece of cake because Where’s Waldo had given her a gift certificate to a bakery. The room was noisy and I was not doing well. We went to our room – my sister and I had adjoining rooms – so it was easy to have my niece wind things down for us. The idea was for most of us to have a night on the town and she would be in charge back at the hotel. One room could be quiet and the other less so.

We went to a local pizzeria and met my brother-in-law’s sister and then headed to the Folsom Hotel then – the place had no rooms just a bar but it also had a stage for music. We all stood out back and got to know each other until it was time for the band. Having wrecked myself with a vigorous bike ride in the heat, I thought that sitting was fine but everyone else wanted to dance. I sat at the bar.

When they were done with the first set everyone returned to the back porch for a drink and I managed to convince my friend to walk back with me. I was very happy to fall asleep.

We woke at 6:30 and I remember there was a loud noise. At 7:30 a few of use quietly walked over to Sutter Grill. The meal was a bit noisy but OK. Later, everyone went to the pool and I went looking for a laundromat. I got a cup of coffee sat down and started writing.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.