I hid it well

I wrote in pink that my pen had died.  I had texted mom and called Nora about keys.  I wrote that it was nearly 630 when I left.  I drove 680 to 580.  I made good time listening to CD’s.  It slowed at Livermore so I turned on the radio which said there was traffic to 250.  I sat through that.  I was amazed that we hadn’t killed ourselves off yet.

As I drove across the valley I ate at Michoacan in Oakdale and wondered where I would stay.  I settled in at the Sonora Inn because it was new and exciting and Pincrest was full up.  I didn’t want to get to Twain Hart and find no vacancies.

I checked in with a cute redhead and grabbed my things.  They were almost full up.  I put myself away and went out for some fresh air.  I ended up at the Iron Horse.  It is a smoking bar.  The taco by the creek was bumpin’.    I got to the Inn by ten and fell asleep.

I got up at 6 and despite the rain I flew up the hill.  I stopped by the Twain Hart house.  I looked in and was surprised by the differences that I saw.  The drum set in the attic reminded me of the old days.  I got on the road and avoided the cold spots on the road and eventually landed behind a plow.  On the road to the resort there were some sketchy points.

I parked with the employees and then I went to the lodges and renters and waited with coffee.  There were familiar people.  I rented skis and rode to the top and down the back twice.  I met people.  I went to the Way Station and ate.  I went on anther ride and went to the lodge and drank stuff and read the paper.  I met a kid from SHC that was my brother’s age. There was a marketing intern from the mountain; three or five others.

I did a bunch more rides and went to Twain Hart at 345.  I went to Villa D’or.  There was Dave and Woody and the gang.  Dave hung out.  I think he was a dentist.  Chalon was the bartender and I was in love with her and I remembered her from New Year’s Eve 2011-12 at the same place.  I hid it well.  Three golfers came in.

I went to the Motel and changed and then I went to the Eproson.  I thought the pace was a hell hole.  The bar tender and his girl had a tiff and I went to Ed’s.  I met the Smith’s.  Mrs. Smith was 31 that day and Kim the bartender was insisting that she dance on the bar.  This was a recurring theme.  She didn’t and they left eventually.  She asked me a lot of questions.

The morning that I wrote this I woke up smugly satisfied with my hangover.  I went to the Sportsman.  The staff there was different.  The golfers from the night before sat next to me.  I read the Chronicle.  I checked out at 12 and drove to Sonora for gas and then to SF and only had a little trouble to the old cantilever bridge.  I took 9^th street  and when I got home I had a bit of a headache.  I called Nicole and we made plans for later.  I did laundry and went to Pizza on Noriega.

This is a hybrid series that is strait from my notebook as my Notebook Analysis is but also chronicles my life at regular intervals like the Memo series.  It is essentially meant to be a retrospective of what I have written and experienced developed from my notebook pages.

Went to Joxer Daly’s

I wrote that on the previous Wednesday I worked most of the day on my evolving statistical approach.  I had been slowly getting into the FET but still needed to understand it.  I also identified the calculator I would use.  Midday I received a call from Eric King who said he had a job for me to do.  I told him I had been rejected twice and he told me not to worry.  He then sent me the description.  I sent Eric a resume and made plans to meet Nicole.

I noted that Andrea had emailed about a party for Meghan but I decided later not to go.  I ate a little bit with the parents and then dad drove me to Taraval.  I went to West Portal and met Nicole for dinner.  Then we went to Joxer Daly’s.  There we looked for a movie to watch and she drove me home.

I wrote that the next day I had a hard time getting up.  Nicole sent me a text message about a play on Saturday.  I spent the rest of the day working on the calculator discussion and concluded that Vassarstats was the one I wanted.  I later talked more with Eric King and I started looking at my statistical approach.  I watched a little bit of a Birkin-Gainsbourge film and went to bed at midnight.

Next day Eric woke me up to prep me for the interview and I worked on the FET problem until David Harrison called me.  The interview went perfect and Eric briefed me on the next steps.  He called me back with terms and I got the packet right away.  I wanted to stop working right then and get food but made plans with Shaun instead.  I took a deep breath and soldiered on.  Later I went to Park Chow and 2 and a half hours later I was getting some air when Shaun found me.  We spent some time at the Shamrock.  I got home late.

The morning of the day that I wrote this I had a hangover and made plans with Nicole.

This needs to be integrated:

Since I needed a posting for 01 20 13 I did a search of my email.  On the 22^nd I received two emails from Gordon about jobs.  There were seven emails for the 20^th but all were job notices.  On the 18^th I received an email concerning the job at the MAOP project.  On the 15^th I received an email from Andrea about Meghan moving to the Netherlands.  I am certain that I didn’t go to this party.  I copied this from my notebook on January 23^rd and posted it to the blog Month Day.

This is series chronicles my life at regular intervals. This Memo series is meant to be a retrospective of what I have written and experienced. In each of these posts I use my notes in conjunction with memory, mementos and souvenirs to create a snap shot of my life.

Jumped the 14

I wrote that the Sunday night before I rode the L Train downtown.  I wrote that I remembered my foot wasn’t in the best condition but it had improved.  I went to Wells and then Patelco.  I then jumped the 14 line and went to Revolution.  My friend was there listening to a Jazz band.  We talked about bikes, Golf and New Years.  At around 1130 I hoped a 48 and transferred to an L.  The walk wasn’t so painful.

I wrote that the Next day I took it easy.  I went through my tables for the survey discussion.  I needed to build a three category version for table X.  Eventually I hit a dead end so I moved on to watching the movie due at Le Vid—premium rush.  I gave up half way.  On the way to Le Vid I realized that this three category table was not useful because graph pad didn’t have any use for that type of comparison.  When I got home I built a mockup of the next four tables and went to bed.

I wrote that the next morning I was up at 8 and was ready to leave for Ukiah at 1030.  Mom and dad both wanted to know when I was leaving.  I drove to Cloverdale in a short time.  When I arrived I went to Schatt’s and then made it to the appointment early.  The set up for the interview was three people: Sue, Lief and Russ.  They each had a few questions.  They were career technical theoretical questions.  They asked what a thematic cadastral was.  What a small and a large scale map.  They asked about representative fractions.  There were personal questions—about who I am and experience.

The ride was uneventful.  I did some stuff at home then and sent a text to mom and drove to West Portal to trade the car with her.  I took the train to Castro and ate at little Chihuahua.  I got a text at Page bar.  Later I had a lot of trouble getting home on the bus.  I noted that later my friend and I chatted about the golf range but we put off going till Friday.

This is series chronicles my life at regular intervals. This Memo series is meant to be a retrospective of what I have written and experienced. In each of these posts I use my notes in conjunction with memory, mementos and souvenirs to create a snap shot of my life.

The HiLo

I wrote that I got a text form Katie and finished up with my edit.  I caught various buses and had a taco.  I made a reservation at Bocce and got to Cobb’s exactly on time.  I didn’t know what the show was and that was sort of a gaffe but I got into the swing of things.  The show was great.  I had a couple of drinks and when it was time to settle I collected dollars and paid.  We said bye to Jen and Justin.  There were two others but Katie didn’t really know them.  We went to Visuvio and Dave was there.  Later we went to the HiLo and Christian showed up.  I took the drunk bus home.

Next day I got up late but had time to get to San Rafael to meet Nicole.  My Clipper card worked on GGT.  We had crepes and she told me about beer part with her bud Jen.  We rushed over to the MTC and saw “Waiting for Godot” and I was transfixed.  It was new and interesting.  So much of it is classic and almost predictable but I watched it closely.  Every scene has a certain amount of inevitability about it.

We went to dinner at Sol Food which was good.  I ate too much.  I had the pork and she had the shrimp.  We went to my house and she stayed the night and I got a bunch of stuff done.

In the morning I had to ride and I forgot the notebook.  I wrote notes on papers instead.  I made good time anyway.  I waited for the train listening to Fleetwood Mac.  I went to the safety tailboard.  I edited my notes till “the walk” at 11.  I handed in a loner passkey to Jimmy and a conversation between Brian and Joel.  They were discussing the essentials for a while and I felt inept on account of David’s high profile.  Joel explained that segments change on account of splitting due to class.

I spoke to David for a bit and then used Access for a long while.  I then went through my notes and looked at what goes into the matching process for which David was looking.  I was writing about static points and thought that this was important.  I also thought about what the output would require.  There is a lot of wonder in my writing and I have a lot of headers and columns over what the matching process.  I also went through what I knew.

I left around four and had a flat and saw Karl on the trail.  That was odd.  I made it to PHill and to Momi Toby’s for beers.  We went to the Moth and then afterwards we went to Chez Maman.  I went home on the N and she was on the BART.

Next day I was late to work and worked on tables for David.  He told me that there would be rules and the rules would have to mix the records.  I showed him a set of outputs.  I wanted to get more work done but was frustrated.  We had a long meeting.  Later I had to enroll at CSULB.  I had to fix my tire near the end of that shift. 

This is a hybrid series that is strait from my notebook as my Notebook Analysis is but also chronicles my life at regular intervals like the Memo series.  It is essentially meant to be a retrospective of what I have written and experienced developed from my notebook pages.