Cuban Dissidents

On October twenty-ninth I wrote that I left and went to PHill and got the bike at Embarcadero and rode to Civic Center wehre they had the game on a jumbo-tron.  I got money and navigated through the turnstile in front of the Phish show at the Bill Graham.  I climbed Page and some guys in a car yelled at me.  I went to Chihuahua and had a taco.  Then I went to Page bar and discovered the Giants had pretty much already lost in the second inning.  I watched as Pettit and Machi made the loss worse and after a couple of beers I went home.  A high school classmate and my friend had texted me by the time I had gotten there.  I watched the rest of the game with dad and then posted and went to bed.

I dreamt that night that I was investigating a motel room crime scene—the cleanup crew—where Cuban dissidents had been holed up.  They had left a bunch of stuff and we were carting it off before they could return.  I remembered some kind of metal casing that smelled of cigarette ashes and there was a vacuum cleaner that we decided to leave.  However, as we were leaving there was noise down the hall and we had to leave.  I ran down the hall and narrowly missed being shot at.  I ended up in a room where I disturbed a lady in the bathroom coming out of the shower so I ran through a hail of gun fire to another room but I was clearly trapped.

I woke up at 445 and there was nothing on Twitter but I found stuff.  I was up at 630 and rode the bike because I was planning on going to the Women+Bikes event.  There were no incidents on the whole ride.  I caught a Concord train with a paper cup. 

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Long Island Friend

On October twenty-eighth I wrote that I typed the whole weekend up and left work at 645 and went to PHill in the dark.  I had to run for the N at Embarcadero and went to Park Chow at 9th.  I was starving.  I caught a 71 home then and sat with mom and watched TV.  I worked on the notes and emails and went to bed.

On the morning that I wrote this my Long Island friend woke me with a message and we made jokes for a while.  I was harassed on 44th as I rode my bike and I passed construction at the Polo Fields.  A cyclist followed me all the way through the Panhandle and Grove to Laguna.  At Embarcadero there was a guy on the phone with customer service for Bike Link.  I took BART and passed a coworker on the canal.

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My Ex-Girlfriend

On October twenty-seventh I wrote that the day before I had left the café and headed to the Cheesecake factory via Market.  I yelled at an SUV for making a U turn.  I parked at Union Square and went to Macy’s and met the girls.  We had Cheesecake and talked about their plans.  I noted that I had told one of them, my ex-girlfriend about my mom’s health and we talked about her family.  She had had some salad.  Her best friend and I looked at the view when we had finished and saw the Royals motorcade as they were headed to the stadium.  When she said bye and went to the store my ex and I were able to play catch up.  I noted that it was so nice to see her and she took responded well to the discussion.  I noted that she asked many pointed questions about my career and life choices.

When the three of us were together again I got my jacket and we boarded a cable car.  She and I talked about our last time doing that, while her friend took photos.  I pointed out the local Spanish restaurant.  We got off at Lombard and she teased me a lot.  The three of us descended to the bottom and proceeded to the Art Institute where we looked at the Diego Rivera Fresco and I took panoramas with the girls.  We climbed to the top of the theater and then descended to Columbus.  We took pictures from Aquatic Park and then went to the Buena Vista Café where some lady said she didn’t want us sitting with her.  We privately complained about her attitude When we found another place to sit we got a free Irish coffee from our neighbors and I noted the waitress was talkative.  When we left Gregor Blanco was making an attempt at getting the team some points in the World Series with men on base put that didn’t pan out.

We went to the t-shirt shop and poked our head in at a bar to see the score and at a Starbucks to check the ferry schedules.  I noted that by the time we had made our way to Fior d’Italia the Giants were tied.  We had a great meal and talked about Facebook.  I don’t remember the specifics but I had a great view of the TV when the Giants won.  I paid and we managed to get a cab even though there were 50000 people leaving the stadium only a mile away.  They dropped me off at Union Square and I rode home via Geary and then Pierce.

The day before I wrote this I got up and talked to the parents about meeting my ex on her last day in SF and then went to Java Beach to read the paper.  I tweeted and noted that phone was dead.  I went home and decided I was late so asked everyone but I was alright.  I rode Irving and some guy was crazy driving around the block to yell at me.  I took 34th to the park and it was beautiful.  I rode to market and was just in time to catch everyone at the Ferry Building.  Mom and dad had just come from Pier 70.  We walked around and then got sandwiches.  I traded messages with a friend about baseball.

While eating we talked about family and my parents plied my ex with questions about what she was doing for a living.  We went for a walk then and mom tried to get us into the Exploratorium but that was not possible so we looked at the outdoor exhibits.  We returned to Pier Three and had coffee.  Mom and dad made their goodbyes and she and I discussed my career.  She said it was not as dire as I made it sound.  We went to the Slanted Door then and where we mostly talked about our relationship.  I was glad for that.  Initially I described my relationship with other women but I only did this to provide some background over the discussion of what we would do in the future.  I noted that she tried to be critical but in the end signaled that she understood that I wanted to stay in touch.  We talked a bit about the future but eventually things became trivial again and I started to think about the game.  We left the Slanted Door then and found her friend waiting at a Starbucks and I headed to the station after giving my ex-girlfriend a kiss goodbye.

At the station my attempts to get to the Inner Sunset were all foiled by the game—the N Judah would not come—so I left the bike and took the J to Duboce and walked to the Page.  Bum had the game dialed and eventually we won.  He broke some records.  I got a taco and jumped on a 6 and waited for the 71 or the N at Stanyan.  I walked from Judah home.  A girl I knew from high school sent me a dozen text messages.

The morning of the day that I wrote this I was up early but didn’t have to go until 7 because of my dentist appointment.  I took the 48 and then settled in for the amalgam on the left side of my head be drilled out.  I deferred on making plans for more but noted that I would probably get more done in a few weeks.  I got coffee and a paper and got the bike.  I boarded the wrong train but didn’t learn that until Lake Merritt.  At PHill the numbness had worn off.

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Nervous About the Other

On October the twenty-fifth I wrote that I left work at the normal time.  Boarding at PHill I read the paper and got a text from two people I went to China with in 2002.  I had been sending messages to one—my buddy in Portland—because I was nervous about the other—my ex-girlfriend.  He told me it would be alright.  I realized, as I rode to Sanchez on my bike that this was likely true since she was traveling with her friend and neighbor and being German would likely both be delightful.  She gave me a hug when I arrived at the apartment she was staying at and introduced me to her friend.  We talked for a bit and then went for a walk.  They knew about the World Series Game and were fine with watching for a bit.  They told me that the day before they had worn themselves out on a walk to Golden Gate Park and a bike ride to the ocean.

We walked to Duboce Park past some fire engines.  At Haight I spied my Bicycle Coalition friend from the MTA riding home.  We were starving at this point so we went to Chihuahua.  I checked the score at the Page and the Giants were losing.  We had an okay meal and talked about my father and our friends.  I tried to get her cute friend into the conversation.  We found some seats at the Page and saw the Giants had begun to rally but it was difficult.  We had to continuously swat people out of our view.  She was her same old snarky self and hadn’t changed much.  I noted that my father was right about her being a real friend.

We finished our drinks when I decided the Giants would lose and left.  They convinced me to text one of my friends but I shouldn’t have.  We looked at buildings on Page Street.  There were a lot of young ladies at Deluxe and the Jazz was awesome.  The girls kicked it but we had had a lot to drink.  We took photos and did Jaeger shots.  We took a cab to Sanchez and I kissed her goodnight.  I rode home on Page Street.

On the morning I wrote this I collected my notebook and paper and went to Le Soleil.  My father was getting ready for the day and asked about prop H.  I said vote yes and no on I.  He wasn’t voting on H but was voting no on I.  On Page I triple parked because some film crew was in the way.  No one was happy with me but everyone understood.  I told them they should call the cops.  At the café I tweeted about A&B until the girls sent me a text suggesting I meet them at Union Square.

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Schmoozed with Randoms

On October twenty-fourth I wrote that I left late the day a before because the party was at 7.  I rode to PHill and got off at Embarcadero.  I got the bike and went to 3rd and Mission and ate at the Grove.  I checked email and etc.  My twitter friend texted me and I went to fifth and Mission to Impact Hub.  I talked to a few people and for a while just schmoozed with randoms.  There were a couple of ladies from Oakland transportation agencies.  I had gotten an extra beer for her because the line was so long.  When she came in I let her stay at the door for a while and once I figured out that she was done there I left my new friends and gave it to her.

I left her then and tried to make do on my own.  I talked to a couple of students.  One with Transform I had met at CFHH and the other a student of a professor I knew.  I talked to a couple of guys from MTA and Seattle and saw a few I knew pretty well.  I ended up in a conversation with a guy who had gone to schools that rivaled my own. He was an engineer with MTA.  I went for a second beer and eventually decided to return to interact with my twitter friend.  She seemed to have been talking to a planner from Orange County for a while.  He and I had a lot in common—having worked on cycling projects in Long Beach.  I introduced them to a friend from a planning agency.

There were awards and I started interacting with a lawyer friend.  The OC Planner went away and my I gravitated to interact with the MTA guys one of whom was moving to NY in November.  I met his friends—one of which was a past chair of YPT.  When my twitter friend approached us the conversation had turned to meeting up in a few weeks and we ruminated on the venue—the Inner Sunset had a great Shaanxi restaurant.  We also talked about CFHH.  My lawyer friend introduced me to someone from Folks for Polk.  My twitter friend and I left then.

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My High School Reunion

On October nineteenth I wrote that I got off work at around 5 and I had already texted my friend but I noted that he wasn’t always easy to find I just went to 16th and hung out with one of the bartenders on Clarion until he showed up.  I introduced them and we went to Sycamore and had food and beer.  We went to Uptown and I saw one of my favorite regulars there.  Later my friend and I tried El Rio and Virgil’s but settled on the Cukoo.  We sat in the back for a bit and then sat in the bar.  There were these super drunk girls.  After we left, I rode home and I was asleep at 2.

The next morning I went to Java Beach and had coffee.  I made jokes with the barrista and had coffee.  When I left I noted that there were some unattended bikes.  I went home and updated my anti-virus and then took the exams for PG&E.  I talked to pops, who had just returned from driving mom to Sac—she continued to Reno.  My sister and father had gone to the park to the car show.  I got to see the kids.  I left for the Uptown then.  There I talked to the regulars and then headed to the design center for my High School Reunion.

I rode 17th and parked across the street.  I got my name tag and hugged Ada.  I went to the bar and had a free drink.  I talked to a lot of people I hadn’t seen for a long time.  One of them, who lived in New York, insisted everyone have a whisky and I asked her to sit with me but there wasn’t a seating portion of the night.  I went and had some food then I returned to the group.  Later I went for more food.  I walked around then.  I saw these two business women from the South Bay and talked to another classmate that now works for MLB.  He said to go upstairs.  There were a few more people that I knew there.  One of them worked for the Port it turned out.  I then talked to some good old boys and a classmate I sat next to freshman year.  She and I talked for a long time.  I got food and on the way I saw a bunch of ladies who I know now have kids.  One couple I noted were my classmates in grammar school but one of them had gone to our rival High School.  After talking to him I discovered he was a coworker.

I ended up back in a conversation with the lady I had sat next to in freshman year.  When we went for photos she stood behind me.  I was surprised to discover that she preferred my company so we ended up walking to the bar together as the party started to break up.  Once there I noticed that quite a few of us had had too much to drink but for the most part things were awesome.  One single mother had to tell me her life story.  A lot of people said they had moved to Lodi or Stockton.  My friend from New York was the life of the party.  I talked to the class stoner for a while and learned that another classmate had (finally) come out of the closet and had a successful career in West Hollywood.  I said bye when the bar closed.  I received a message later to saying that they were still out.

On the day that I wrote this I had a pretty bad hang over and it took about four hours to recover.  I had to take a few Advil to get better.  I had another couple at 42nd and Irving with a V8.  I filled my tires and then rode the Wiggle to Valencia.  I had a little trouble at Market.  I texted people from the reunion and then stopped by to see my artist friend on Clarion.  I sent a photo as a tweet to a friend and had three cups of coffee at Blue Fig with another twitter friend.

Later I wrote that I walked to Borderlands and sat with my friend for a few hours.  I read the paper and had tea.  A lady sat next to me.  I talked about a bunch of stuff but mostly about the internet of things and its implications for a nonprofit I had visioned out as Access 101.  My friend asked how this pertained to my paper on car centrism.  This was where I launched into my discussion of car centrism and equity and how the disconnect between the advocate and activist is a false one since you can be paid to be car free.  I explained that car free and inequality define a pair of spectra.  The idea of paying people to be car free is defined as a car free work culture and taking an equitable approach to a car free work culture should simply be a matter of charting our car free classifications with predictable results: low income car free at the low end in certain places and high income car free in others.

We talked about the coalition then and at some point how incorporation is the best method of deploying any kind of action plan.  I noted that we went to the Latin American Club.  I noted that we likely talked about the coalition and how the departures of the membership and volunteer coordinators in 2011 had left a void.  I described Everett Rodgers’ work and we tried applying his theories to Facebook.  Then we talked about the void or vacuum that volunteering leaves since value accrues at the director level and volunteers get no ownership.  I noted the barrier to entry should be low like a login.  I pointed out the organizing volunteers may allow for the extraction of value before the utility of their actors is lost when there are internal purges.

I noted that there was some guy sitting next to us trying to start a conversation but we left.  My friend indicated that he might go to the Riptide.  I went to my bike.  The lights were gone.  I went to Chihuahua and then got a text from my New York friend on BART.  I dropped the bike at Embarcadero and then caught the N.

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We Mentioned an Art

On October seventeenth I wrote that the day before had left at 415 and breathed a sigh of relief before I boarded the train.  I went to the Palace Hotel and ate at the Piper.  The meal was too expensive and the food was only ok.  I was watching the game and waiting for my friend.  There were a lot of people and the game went back and forth.  I noted that I couldn’t remember the details but the Cards did come out ahead by the time she showed up.  I told her everything about my life since I had last seen her in the first few minutes she was there.  She had been at work til 630.  She told me a little about herself but really my eyes were on the TV.  Our mutual friend had been texting her about going to shows.

The Giants won and began their trip to the WS and she and I headed to “Spare Change?”  We got a little lost but found it on California at Kearney and the door man didn’t know where “Spare Change” was but immediately knew where to send us when we mentioned an art gallery.  The artist we were going to see had left but we looked at her stuff.  The game had made us miss her.  Afterwards, we went to Gitane and talked about her family.  We walked to Market and she went to find her friend at the Fillmore.  I tried to find a 71 but the message never came.  I took the N

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Who Liked My Hat

On October thirteenth I wrote that on the Friday before I left at 530 and told my coworker to meet me for Bike Party in downtown Oakland.  I looked for lights for her but wasn’t successful.  My friends were finishing up at a restaurant when Lauren we ate some take out on the way.  The ride left from West Oakland BART.  We rode Mandela Parkway to Telegraph.  I saw a Coalition staffer on the way to Mosswood Park and noticed upon our arrival that there were a lot of people.  I introduced my coworker to the guys.  My friend’s wife invited us to her Halloween Party as we were riding through Piedmont.  The locals seemed to appreciate the ride.  We went around Lake Merritt after that and stopped across from the Henry J Kaiser auditorium.  I met a cute English lady who liked my hat and we became friends on FB.  I found the people and we finished our beer.  I noted that some people were keeping warm using BBQ coals left in the park from the day which had had stellar weather.   There were more people than I had ever seen at Bike Party.  When the ride left for the last stop near the gazebo my coworker and I said bye at 19th and descended to the train.

The next day I was up at 10 and went to Java Beach where I saw my district Supervisor briefly.  Some friends from the Coalition came in a moment later and we talked for a while.  One of them had intended to attend a political function with the Mayor but that didn’t happen.  She was headed to the Noriega Street Faire and the 45th avenue block party.  I tried to share my views on the SPUR agenda, swales and parking.  I did the same for the paper I was writing but she was wholly resistant.  I finished the paper when they left and went looking at the block parties.  I saw the lady who runs the kids programming at the Coalition on 45th Avenue with her family.  Then I went home and worked on my notes.  In time I realized I needed to watch the game.  I messaged a bartender I knew and went to Irving where I got Falafel.  Then I rode to the Uptown.  On the way I noted that the crowds in the street were cheering for a hit from Sandoval.  I ate my sandwich and watched the game at Uptown.  I sat next to the bartender’s husband.  I saw the whole game and we won.  I was outside with off duty bartenders for a while. 

The next morning I was up at 10.  I went to Java Beach and tweeted—read the paper.  Later I went home, checked with friends about the game and shared messages with my twitter friend.  I noted that she seemed to like me as a friend but I was clearly struggling with that.  I noted that I needed to exercise patience.  I went to Celia’s and watched the game.  There were a lot of crazy surfers and nice ladies.  The Cards put up a fight this time and we trailed for a while before coming out ahead.  While the game was tied when I went home, the Giants lost.

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The Coalition’s Ongoing Commitments

On October ninth I wrote that I snuck out at 4 and fought a head wind to PHill.  I noted that I had a kid following me across Bancroft.  I got on the train and edited.  At Powell I went to Bristol Farms but my friend had not arrived so I went to the Coalition office but returned to Bristol about ten minutes later.  We ate there and when I got back to the office with him the meeting was in full swing.  A number of known transportation policy people and Coalition staffers were there.  Two of which presented the Coalition’s ongoing commitments to the group.  I asked about our connection to the State and my friend asked a question as well.  Afterwards I talked to some of the board and said hi to people I knew.

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Walking to Marx Meadow

On October sixth I wrote that the day before I had looked up exams to take and then I resigned myself to check out Hardly Strictly.  I rode to JFK and parked at the Polo Fields and started walking to Marx Meadow.  I bumped into a riding buddy from the Car Free Happy Hour and we drank some borrowed beer and enjoyed the breeze as T Bone played.  Our mutual acquaintances, as far as we knew, were near the valet so we ventured over that way.  I left my buddy at the far eastern stage.  I didn’t see my friends so I went to the Gold Stage and took pictures of Dwight Yoakum and tweeted.  I I finally found the people I was looking for at the rooster stage.

Afterwards I went to Celia’s, which was packed but I found a seat.  There was a regular I knew and I got to know the bartender—the other was off but was still helping.  I went home after sending a text to a lady I knew on Twitter.  At home I checked my email and had an hour long conversation with dad.  He gave me some financial advice.  He told me that forming a company is alright as long as I only employ contracting up to a point.  My twitter friend sent me a reply.

Then, that morning, I awoke at 645 and sent her another message on the way to work because our conversation had touched on something that I thought she would find interesting.  We met up that day, October the seventh, for a transportation policy happy hour.  I had gotten off at 430 and rode to PHill with a tail wind and after stopping a the bank, I walked to Minna.  I bought her a beer and got to see a bunch of people from MTA, CTA and an assortment of planning agencies.  I have noted on many occasions that I don’t fit in with planners.  I introduced my friend to as many people as I was able and I met a few new people.  When we left we made plans to attend Winterfest.  I caught an N to 9^th where I watched the Giants win the Division championship sitting with Little Shamrock regulars.  I held a Chihuahua owned by the friend of a gilr that used to bartend there.

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I Climbed Page Street

On October I wrote that I rode to PHill breathing a sigh that it was Friday.  I rode to Civic and called my friend.  I climbed Page Street and had a taco.  I went to the Page bar and when my friend showed up we went to Kezar together for Bike Party.  There we bumped into his college classmate while talking about corporations.  He was with an Aussie.  I asked him about diffusion of innovation.  We rode through Band Shell and down Cabrillo to about 22nd.  We climbed Lake to the back of Mountain Lake.  I saw all of the people I normally see and a business guy I know—he gave me a beer with a card for his new job.

We rode back to Lake and to the Arguello gate. I saw the couple I first started to go on the ride with.  At Palace of Fine Arts I the spouses of my friends had arrived and I noted that “the men” had engaged in a sustained discussion of mechanics as I looked on.  We were leaving and I interrupted my friend in the middle of a conversation with a lady he knew.  People started to peel off at Fort Mason.  We rode Van Ness to Beach and then to Pier 7 and there the party wound down.  My friend and his old classmate wanted food so we went to Mel’s.  I left them at Ninth Street and was in bed at 2.

The next day I got up at 1030 and went to Java Beach and the barista was ignoring me.  I gave up on her and finished the paper.  I noted that my friend from the night before wasn’t receptive to my texts so I went home and worked on the AAG presentation and updated my job search profiles.  I then went to Park Chow and Shamrock to watch the Giants work through 18 innings until they won with a home run from Belt.  I met two girls back from Hardly Strictly that were into the game.  I also got a response from a lady I knew through Twitter.  I went to bed at around 1030.

On the day that I wrote this I woke up at 3 and 930.  I went to Java Beach and read the paper.  I came home then to work on the NA and look at the GIS exams.

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Go To Specs

On October third I noted the day before that the air in PHill was less stuffy than at 49 Geary.  I went upstairs and looked around but didn’t find much that I liked.  I had sent my friend a message but he called off so I went to 77 which doesn’t seem to have any galleries anymore and then to 251 Post and that place was abuzz.  Unfortunately, I found very little to love outside of a piece at Haines.  I went to dela Presse and had a sandwich.  It was really hot and all of the openings were open.  I rode to Visuvio and two waitresses I knew were working.  The bartender—a friend from high school—was talking to some guy.  I asked him about his old classmate and he told me that it was her high school classmate that he had had a crush on.  The Royals won the game.  One of the waitresses was really friendly when she left.  I was glad for that.  I saw another bartender—the one that has worked there longest—talking to an old high school classmate and started talking to them.  She stepped out and I got to talk to the late shift bar back.  That was nice.  I talked to the bartender and my old classmate for a while and when she asked me to go to Specs I went home instead.

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Background in Common

On 100114 I wrote that I had sent a message to a friend in the afternoon and so just left at five and boarded at PHill.  I had forgotten a pen so didn’t work on the notes.  I got off at Embarcadero and went to CVS.  I went to the bank and got my bike.  I went to Iron Cactus and checked with her again.  I got us some food and when she got in we talked.  The A’s had been behind but they caught up.

We rushed off to get to the fundraiser because we were late.  When we arrived we bumped into a guy I had met before.  The host and hostess allowed us park inside.  There were only a few people—15 about.  We were getting to know each other when the hostess, supervisor and campaign manager began discussing their campaign.  A few people came in during the discussion.

There were a number of people I knew—planners, open streets organizers and transportation directors.  I later discovered that the hostess and I had some work back ground in common.  It was around then that my companion wanted to leave so we said goodbye.  I had made a donation.  As we rode away we talked about social media and agreed to meet up for other events.  I rode the Wiggle to Page and got home at 10 and posted.  I sent a recruiter my resume and was in bed at 12.  My buddy had texted me that he was interested in going with me to the galleries.

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Staffers There about Feminism

On 092914 I noted that I had I left the house in the morning on the day before and had traveled to Stern Grove to catch my breath and then to Ocean and Geneva where I messaged my friends who I knew were at Sunday Streets.  When I checked twitter around that time I was surprised to learn that two of my geodata friends wanted me to help plan a Happy Hour.  I rode to Seneca and one of my coworkers randomly contacted me.  When I found her we went looking for my other friends at the Bicycle Coalition table.  I talked to the staffers there about feminism and the Women+Bikes film thing that I had attended.  I talked to the freedom from training wheels lady and then my coworker and I went and had spätzle then vfive of us met up at Cumaica to discuss our lives and the days events.  When we departed I introduced one of the volunteers to them.  he was an intersection monitor.  After I while my coworker and I walked to a liquor store on Persia, got some beers and climbed to the water tower in McLaren Park.  We saw a red tailed hawk and sat and looked at the view.

We went to the lake and walked around.  We had our beers and I talked about feminism.  I pointed out that it seemed feminism is not a career path but it is part of everything.  I explained my perspective on literatures and jobs in research.  We walked to Mansell and Brazil and discussed her TA in college.  I had met her a few times—she was really awkward.  We descended to Athens and I got my bike on Persia and then we went to Mission.  I was catching my breath while she went into a bar.  We walked to Monterey and I got a message from the gilr I had met the Friday before but I  blew her off.

We went to the BART station and I dropped off the bike.  We then went to Glen Park Station and had some beers.  We discussed sexism at work.  This was when I learned that a mutual friend, who had been secretly dating her student, had had a kid.  I learned that the relationship hadn’t worked out and that they had broken up.  We walked around Diamond Street and then went to the store and got some foods.  I received a text from my old Long Beach classmate when we boarded with my bike.  I high fived her at Embarcadero and left my bike at the lockers.

I met my friend from Long Bech state and his wife at the Hyatt.  They had just watched the Giants game.  We walked to the Elephant and Castle where we talked about the old days and my job.  They said that they wanted to move to the East Bay.  We played darts and discussed school and what I wanted to do for my career and research.  I learned he was having trouble looking for a job but that she had passed the bar.  I said by to them and stopped by Peet’s to send an email about Wiki’s and geodata.  I took the L and it switched back at Sunset.  I was in bed at 1230.

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.

The Barber was Talky

On 092714 I noted that I left work at 545.  I rode to PHill and though I had plenty of time I was still breathless.  I took the train to Civic.  Some lady put her bike on mine but she got off with me.  I stopped at Wells and was surprised to discover that I would have the amount I wanted on my next paycheck.  I rode Grove to Octavia and climbed to The Page to watch the game.  My coworker and another friend sent messages to each other.  I made plans for Sunday Streets.

The game wasn’t the best but eventually I got closer to the TV as the bar crowded up.  I started talking to the lady sitting next to me.  She was into the Giants as a way to explore her community.  The game was not going great when her friend showed up.  Turned out she was an old classmate my old high school friend.  I asked about people from those day sand she actually remembered them.  They got burritos next door and the lady forced me to eat some of it.  We had a good time watching the Giants lose.  The friend  left and the lady wanted to hang out so we went to the Plough and Stars and talked more.  I had stopped at the corner store so she got there first.  We said bye and I rode home.

On the morning that I wrote this I was up at 10 and went to West Portal for a haircut.  The barber was talky.  I went to Peet’s and read the paper.  I went home and found the Wifi had failed.  I went to Java Beach.

I wrote that I went home after working and discovered I would not be using the internet for the rest of the weekend because AT&T is a horrible company.  I messaged my friend and then sent a text to the lady from the night before.  I had dinner with my mom.  I noted that I wanted to rework my abstract and post it to the AAG for the conference.  I wanted to rewrite my long form resume for Monster and CB.  I also needed to edit the mess in the NA.  I started the laundry.

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.

The Fundraiser

On 092314 I wrote that I left the office at 400 the day before and made it to PHill with a few seconds to spare.  I went to the Embarcadero and transferred to an N and went to Park Chow on Church.  I ate a salad and called a TV correspondent an idiot on Twitter.  I walked to the Orbit room and then sat at the table for the fundraiser and asked what they were doing.  Then I got a beer and sat it out.  A friend from MTA came in with a coworker.  Then an MTA guy who had previously worked at the Bicycle Coalition came in.  There were transportation commissioners, transportation software developers and other transportation activists there too.  A Bicycle Coalition staffer was one of the organizers but the director for the Tenants Union, Walk SF and the League of Conservation Voters also spoke.  I spoke to a planner I knew through the Car Free List Serve about planning and GIS.  My buddy stopped by but pretty quickly left for the Bike Advisory Committee meeting.  I saw some people make big donatioins.

Later I met a lawyer and a guy from Public Bikes.  I also met a supporter and my old bike party friends were all there in the back together.  My friend from the MTA left separate but his friend from work left with my friend from BART for another bar.  I left too after the Giants made a few runs.  At Home I was stuck on the game and wasn’t really able to function.

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.

Slacking and Napping

On 092114 I wrote that I had finished writing at Park Chow and went to Shotwell’s though I had been interested in going to Sycamore.  The Giants were close but didn’t do it since Crawford flied out.  My buddy came in a moment later.  He had had tacos and I thought that he had been working on his bike but instead had been slacking and napping.  He said he had gone out with an old friend from out of town but it wasn’t a lot of fun because it was a work party.  We drank sour beer and laughed at a lot of stuff.  My coworker and I sent some funny texts to one another.  We left a little later after talking about the women and film in biking thing.

On the morning that I wrote this I was up at 11 and went to Java Beach.  The barista and I were cute with each other about cycling and I asked her if she wanted to ride my extra bike.  She said to check back in a week.  I rode home to enjoy the air and then rode to Westlake where my buddy met back up and set out to visit Pacifica.  I suggested a ride to Sharpe’s Park Bl.  Then we rode through Rockaway and he went surfing.  I sat and read the paper.  Later we rode up San Pedro Mountain road but couldn’t find the route to Devil’s slide.  We gave up and rode skyline from the center of Pacifica.  I suggested we go to Westmoor but we went down 35 to Lake Merced instead.  We agreed to check in later in the week.  I rode home and watered the grass and then went to Celia’s.  I talked to bartender a bit and went home.

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.

Dreary in SF Sometimes

On 092014 I wrote that the day before I rode to PHill.  At the station I was concerned about leaving the window at home open.  At Montgomery I rode my bike to Macy’s.  There were huge excavators out front on Stockton.  I went upstairs and got some pants.  I went to Sketchers and got shoes.  I told the sales girl there about work and she thought I should let people work know that I don't get along with them.  I told her that I appreciated her insight but would not be taking it.  I went to H and M and then had a near altercation with a car that was blocking a crosswalk.

I got on the bike and rode to Chihuahua and then to the Page.  My cowroker had been texting about work.  He sent me a picture of the San Bruno devastation.  I met a lot of ladies at the bar and I noted that they all had the same quality.  It can be so dreary in SF sometimes.  The Giants lost.  I got home at something like 1130 and was in bed at 100a.

On the day that I wrote this I was up at 930 and went to Java Beach.  The Barista was making food and she stuck her tongue out at me.  There was some new girl in her place at the counter.  I texted a friend about the article in the Chronicle about San Bruno he never got back to me.  I went home and napped a lot.  At some point I started my chores.  I also forgot to water the lawn.  I had some food and did laundry.  I didn’t have the right cleaning stuff and used bleach.

Later I put my clothes away and piled my papers just right.  I tweeted an article about car sharing to and connected with a friend from Palo Alto on Facebook.  She responded with a tweet indicating that she had read it.  I noted that I have a lot of conflicting feelings for her.  I made plans with my buddy but we had a bit of mis-communication.  I rode to Park Chow then.  The Giants were about to slip out of the pennant.

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.

Bike Mechanic Superhero

On 091914 I left work at the normal time at 415 and took my time stopping at Heather Farm Park to enjoy the fresh air.  I parked at PHill and took the train to Embarcadero.  I worked on my notes and finished the paper.  I got my bike and went to Embarcadero.  My seat shifted again.  I got off and walked to the taqueria at 4th and Townsend.  I saw the Sports Basement marketing director and a staffer was at the Bicycle Coalition table.  I was having a hard time with the temperature but it was the ride and not the room.

I had caught up with a bunch of people I knew and others when my buddy came in.  We interacted with a friend from Bike Party.  He got a bit to eat and I sat down.  The first film was a montage by a coalition intern about her cross-country tour.  The second was about a bike mechanic superhero who kept meeting the same type of guys and had bad dreams.

Afterwards I met some friends and made introductions between new friends and some whom I hadn’t interacted in years.  My buddy I got to know some friends from YPT and Bike Party.  I milked the crowd for what it was worth.  I talked to a photographer for Nutcase—but gravitated back to my friend from Bike Party again.  She and I connected via Twitter.

Shaun and I left and went to Schmitt’s.  We talked about stuff—the films, trips on bikes etc.  I rode down Shotwell to 19th and then down Capp to 18th and then somehow to Church and up the Wiggle.  I passed a girl neat Cole and Page and rode home.  I noted that I was still cleaning the room.  I posted and worked out my notes.  I was asleep at 1 in the morning.  I noted that connecting with all the ladies a the film showing was really productive in light of the day’s breakthroughs at work.

On the morning of the day that I wrote this I noted that I had gotten up a half an hour late but missed a bus and had coffee on Bancroft so was an hour late.

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.

Bike Party PHill

On 091414 I sent a message to my friends when I got out of the office and stopped by Safeway on the way to PHill.  The guys were there and I was surprised to see others that I knew.  I dumped my newspaper and took in the evening air as everyone arrived.  Bike Party left on Coggins and went to PHill park via PHill drive.  There were kooky things there and a little league team.  We then rode around Buchanan field and I met come locals.  At the end of the ride I left with a friend and rode with several Bike Partiers to North Concord.  There were more people from the ride on the train as I rode back to Civic Center.  I went to the Page then and had a couple of beers.  I went to bed at around 1 or 2.

The morning of the next day I got up at 930 and went to Java Beach.  The barista made comments about bikes and I sat and people watched.  I lady sat next to me and it turned out that she was at the Page the night before for a going away party.  I told her and her friend about Tour de Fat.

I went to Lindley Meadow and parked my bike.  Bike Partiers were working the valet.  I walked around.  I started to feel shaky so I got water.  I bumped into still more Bike Partiers on the way—organizers this time.  I sat down with some ladies on a red flannel sheet and they asked about my Geography is Cool t-shirt.  One of them had apparently dated a Geography professor I knew.  The owner of the blanket left us and I talked with the other lady about the city before I went for more water.  I felt hungover.  I looked at the second stage and saw more Bike Party organizers talking.  Then I talked to Valet people and checked out the chainsaw juggler.  I noted that there was no Whiskydrome.

I went back to red flannel sheet and no one was there so I lay down and tried to settle my stomach.  I looked up about ten minutes later to discover my best buddies from Bike Party sitting next to me.  Later more of the dame started showing up.  We talked about mutual friends and I met new people.  I remember talking at length about feminism.  I was feeling worthless.  I tried to talk to the birthday party sitting next to us and I also noted that there were a lot of CFHH people.  In fact I later discovered that the lady who owned the red flannel sheet was connected to all of these people.  I even saw a few people form East Bay Bike Party.  I got up for water one more time and then went home where I ate and started my recovery.  I had done some laundry so started putting it away.

After Napping I went to Celia’s and discovered that a girl I had seen at Java Beach that morning was behind the bar.  I also met some locals and some new people.  I also talked to the regulars—one of which I had met before.  We talked at length about biking in Marin and he railed on and on about bad cyclists.  Susan kicked us out at 1015 and I went home and watched Tropic Thunder till around 2.

On the morning that I wrote this I was up at 930 and went to Java Beach.  The barista asked about bikes again and I noted that I needed to make plans with her.  I also noted that an old coworker had stopped in—this time with her boyfriend.  I went home to enjoy the air in the patio for a bit and then rode to the Panhandle and was tired when I got to Fulton.  I rode back to Central and then to McAllister.  I saw some of the same friends I had been with all weekend at Sunday Streets on Buchanan.  I parked on Divis and went to Abir.  I then walked to Scott and looked at curios.  I bought a small box and started to tweet.  I walked into the park and took in the view in the warm air and then walked to Fillmore.  I was live tweeting at this point.  I walked to Geary and saw a couple of other friends.  I was winded at the baseball fields and I went back via Pierce.  I looked at the tables on Fulton and saw The ThinkWalks guy.  I went to Abir and watched the game and tweeted.  About an hour later I walked to Green Chiles and got a big meal and talked to a girl name Genevieve.  I walked to the Panhandle and took in the evening air for a bit and then got my bike.  I rode to the Page to have a beer and saw the bouncers.  They were watching the Niners game.  At that point I went to Embarcadero.  I took the N home.

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.

Three Flights of Steps

This is the first of two posts where, on 083114, I didn’t have my notebook and so wrote my notes for the day into cards that I sent to people.

When I got off work the Friday before I carried the bike up three flights of steps at PHill and was out of breath.  At Civic Center I rode the bike down 7th to Folsom locked up and ordered a sandwich at Radius Café and sat down to wait for some Twitter friends for #BAUHH.  I got a beer and went out back with them.  Several people came in while I was waiting.  We talked for a while and I had another beer.

I left a bit later and went to the Page Bar.  There I met people—cyclists and smiles.  I had been watching the Giants when I met Madeleine.  She was named after the character in the book.  Later I got a business card from some acoustic engineers named Bob and Joe.  The Giants won.

I noted later that I was happy to meet so many interesting people that night.  I left around 1030 about 45 minutes after the game ended.  The next morning I was up at 930 and went to Java Beach.  My old coworker came in with her sister and I told her about work.  I met a cartoonist on the way out.  At home I complained to the parents about having to drive them to a wedding but I ended up doing it.  They said they were late.  Dad flipped out about the traffic on 19^th but chilled out after that.  I dropped them at Steiner and Green and was not thrilled about the ordeal.  Mom sent a message later to say they were early.

When I got home from the wedding I got my bike and went to Swell to replace my rear cassette.  Later I went to Mojo to get it adjusted and learned my derailleur and hanger were bent.  I spent a lot of money.  I then rode to Caltrain and after inhaling a taco I caught a train to Palo Alto.  Some guy on the train recommended a shitty bar but I went to Scotty’s instead.  The Giant’s won and I had a salad.  I took the train home and went to the Uptown.  The bartender and I made jokes and I talked to some guy about feminism and hegemony.

On the morning that I wrote this I went to Java Beach and got to talk a group of interesting people.  I finished the paper and went home.  I talked to dad about my finances, rode to Best Buy and then ended up at Momi Toby’s.  I had purchased some cards on the way because I didn’t have my notebook.  I wrote the entirety of the story above onto them and addressed them to some close friends.  I also had tea and waited to hear from my buddy.

I finished writing around 7 o’clock and took the bike up California to meet her at work.  They have wifi there.  We went to eat at Big 4 and I told her about my life and she told me about hers.  We sat at the bar there for a while.  Her coworkers were nice and we had great food.  We went to the Tonga room then, which is interesting.  The guard at the door said that we were just in time for the rain.  We ordered Piña Coladas and spent a lot of time crowd watching.  There were a  lot of young people.  Later we went to Edinburgh Castle.  I rode home after she said I should hang out with her and her brother the next day and was in bed at 2am.

I started writing this on 090214,  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.