Two Weeks to Interact

On the twenty-ninth of December I wrote that I was in bed at 12 the night before I wrote this.  I wrote that remembered some kind of forestry dream where I was dancing and chasing people around a pool.  Things turned dangerous and then we were running away from some person.  I spied and then stabbed this person in the eye.

I woke up at 650.  The alarm didn’t go off.  I grabbed my stuff and left on my bike and went to Central and got coffee.  I rode to Civic Center and boarded.  I got bored after a while and started thinking about one of the girls from the Saturday night.  I had sent a message to her the day before and discovered that she had responded to it.  I was the first to arrive to the office.

I noted that I was glad that I had waited two weeks to interact with the lady that I had sent a message to the night before since “everybody” had responded in some way to me by Sunday.  I noted that I liked the girl I had met on the Saturday previous but I would want to wait a while.  I noted that I had been going over things in my head and decided that there was nothing wrong with the way I had acted over the weekend.  I noted that getting in touch with HS people would likely be a good idea as well.

Later I wrote that I went to the bike shop during lunch and got my derailleur adjusted and a cable replaced.  I then got a bagel.  I discovered around then that one of the girls from the Saturday before had a roommate who had a bunch of friends in common with me.  I also noted that one of my friends from Bike Party was having a birthday on Sunday but that a few of our mutual friends would be away.

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.

She was Clearly Not

On the twenty-eighth of December I wrote that I woke up in Fairfax around 8 and left an hour later.  I got passed by several cyclists on Olema as I rode to the pipeline trail.  It was easy but muddy in a bunch of places.  I noticed that the locations where I had to get off the bike weren’t the places where there was a lot of mud.  I got to the top in a half an hour and then descended to Woodacre.  I then went to the end of the valley and looked around.  I only went as far as my iPod cache allowed.  I returned to San Geronimo and then went to the general store and watched the local kids get hot chocolates and spoke to an old timer about the local terrain over coffee.

My college buddy had sent me a message about his arrival in SF and we made plans.  I returned to Fairfax in about an hour and headed to the Larkspur Landing where I looked at twitter at Starbucks.  I read the paper on the boat and stopped at Peets at the Ferry building to use the wifi.  I left my bike at the station and met my college buddy and then he and I went to Perry’s.  I had a sandwich while he played catch up with his old roommate from Humboldt.  I got to meet her friends—they had all gone to my high school.  One was a volleyball player, another had dated a high school class mate and I didn’t really get to meet the last lady.

The group went to the water front and we drank bubbly wine and my college buddy had a friend show up.  He was a bartender on Polk Street.  Two of the girls had left.  Then we went to a bar and restaurant nearby and had beers until my college buddy’s relatives showed up.  The bartender friend told us to come to Polk Street later and that was when we headed to the Tunnel Top bar.  I asked one of the girls if she was busy on New Year’s and she was clearly not interested in interacting with me over that but she did asked me about my background.  After this my college buddy’s friend—another lady from my college town—showed up and we headed to Polk.  We had a bunch of drinks there and there was tons of food.  I decided to leave around then.  I walked to Embarcadero and barely had time to board the train to Civic Center with my bike.  I rode home via Page and was in bed at 130.

At 930 in the morning I sent a message to a lady I knew and at 1230 was up and on my bike enroot to Java beach.  I shared a lot of comics on FB and interacted with the barista and one of my twitter friends about how I was alone in the house for a few days.  I went home and started an email and note taking review.

Later I wrote that my college buddy and I messaged each other and the gilrs from the night before friended me on FB.  I called the parents.  My lady friend and I messaged each other.  I went to Celia’s but they were closed.  I went to Park Chow then and the regular waiter served me and I asked one of the waitresses her name.  Then I went to the Shamrock and sat next to some lady.  My lady friend sent me a message then saying that hang out with her a few days later in the Mission.  I went home and typed.  Later my friend in Marin sent me a message and I wrote notes and watched TV.

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It’s Christmas! It’s Christmas!

On December the twenty-sixth I wrote that I left around 2 and went to Treat to catch a 15.  I got my bike at PHill and dropped it at the Embarcadero.  I helped an elderly couple find their way to the ticket machine.  I took an L to 44^th and stopped at Amity Market.  At home it was around 430 and I estimated I would want to leave at 8 for downtown.  Mom was laying down.  I read the magazine and straightened the room.  Mom made an awesome dish with black rice and leftover chicken and I made tacos.  I went back to the computer and changed the NA and then after I helped mom move dad’s Christmas present upstairs I walked to the 18 and saw dad walking to the house.  I took the N to get the bike and then went to the Uptown via BART.

I sat next to one of the regulars and a guy that I have had problems with in the past but I didn’t speak to him.  I had tequila with the proprietors and sat and talked with a regular that I like.  I went home around 12 after she left and climbed up Page street.  Mom came back from singing midnight mass about 115.  She woke me up the next day saying “It’s Christmas!  It’s Christmas!” at around 930.  Dad was yelling at the cable guy and we weren’t very happy with him because he told us to shut up and he didn’t equivocate so I wasn’t nice to him.  Mom got me gloves and my sister gave me a bottle of Dickle.

I was a bit headachey.  I ate all the cinnamon rolls and had coffee with the paper and eventually made it to cleaning the room.  I did laundry and put stuff away.  I knew my college friend would be around but not when.  I had to take a nap.  I found out that Fairfax Inn had a vacancy and let some friends know about my plans.  My engineer friend told me that he was enroot to Seattle.  My friend at the spa wouldn’t answer the phone because she was at the movies.

When the parents got back from church I was in my newly remade bed.  I grabbed the rye and we drove to my younger sister’s.  I had a glass and posted photos of the kids opening presents to Twitter and FB.  I got a scrabble dictionary.  I had to wait for dinner.  When we finally ate it was prime rib and the twice backed potatoes were delicious.  The kids wanted to light candles and deserted the table pretty quick.  We easily found stuff to disagree on and in the midst of the arguments my niece cleared the table and I had coffee and pie.

We played scrabble and dad and my sister were on the same team as her.  Dad quit quick after this and it soon became my sister’s team though she was only “advising” my niece.  I was second in the lineup and mom was next and then my nephew and his pops were last.  They were really competitive with me until I had a break through and they challenged anode.  My niece, who had tried to be independent throughout the game really couldn’t hold up and her mother Nora finished for her.  I drove mom and dad home and learned that mom would likely be going through some hard times in the coming months and that was really upsetting.  I tried to watch TV but ended up just laying in bed for a while because of the coffee.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up around 10 or maybe earlier—I didn’t make note of it—and packed for my bike ride.  I had problems with one of my chain rings and rode to the Starbucks in Sausalito.  I sat next to the old man that is always there and texted some friends.  I called REI about my bike and they couldn’t help me so I went to Mike’s Bikes and they fixed it over two hours.  I got a whole new crank and bracket.  In the meantime I had breakfast.

I texted my buddy near her house and went to the Inn.  I made plans with my college friend there and Mom told me that I would have the hose to myself—she would be back for her test results on the 31^st.  I had to stop writing my notes because my friend was waiting for me at the pub.  We had beers while we waited for a table and the waitress comp’d us some more beer when we sat down.  Later we went to Naves and she found some friends to interact with.

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.

No One Noticed

On December 23rd I wrote that the day before I wanted to go eat near Heather Farm but when I got to the turn I just kept going until I arrived at Starbucks at PHill.  Later I boarded a train to Powel, caught a 16x and had lunch at Park Chow.  I had called mom bout dinner and the parents were going to leave early so I would have to go with my older sister.  I saw a story in the NYT while eating and since there wasn’t any wifi I had to go to the Shamrock and post the story for a friend in St Paul to read.

I was late then so I went and bought a card for mom and then sent her a message saying I was on my way but she had already left.  At home I started to get ready and sent a message to my older sister.  In the middle of this my buddy from HS sent me a message and I thought it was my sister.  My HS friend and I interacted for a while as my sister brought her boyfriend, her daughter and I to the Cliff House.  Mom and dad were waiting.  I ordered a drink and then we sat down to order.  I sat across from my little sister and her husband.  We discussed my older brother and my love life.  I had the fish and chips and my little sister had something nice.  I remember I wanted her chicken and her husband’s steak.  When I was finished eating I sat with the kids for a bit and then next to my older sister.  We had desert and then we started home.  My older sister wanted to meet later but I had to go to work.  At home I tried to watch TV but gave up and went to bed.  However I awoke at 230 and had to drink a bottle of bubbly water.

On the day that I wrote this I was up at 830 and took the N to Powell.  I got a newspaper and had to wait a long time for a cup of coffee.  The train was boring as hell and I rode to the office thinking that someone would notice I was super late.  No one noticed.

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Swim to Calmer Waters…

On December twenty-second I noted that the day before I had finished writing and then rode to Page Street and then to Irving.  I got home around 4 and then sat looking at posts and social media.  My brother and his wife came in then and I suggested I go with them to my younger sister’s.  I think I got my laundry out.  I noted that we talked about the family.  I had been looking at the newspaper and mom came out to suggest family stuff with my brother and sisters.  Everyone but dad liked the suggestion.  Joe seemed to think that mom had more say and I pointed this out to dad.

I noted that my sister-in-law needed to get a taco because she thought that dinner would not be what she needed.  I told her why I hated the lady at the taqueria and went to the grocery store when she went in and I learned later that she didn’t like my comment.  When I returned to the car I had to ask why they were laughing.  Apparently my sister-in-law had told the lady what I said and when my brother came in it looked like he had said it.

We went to dinner at my younger sister’s place and my brother-in-law thought I was being rude.  I talked to him downstairs and then we looked at my niece’s toys and I asked her to put her doll in various poses and she had a lot of trouble because of the doll’s shape and the house’s dimensions.  My nephew and my brother meanwhile played games and I told my sister about seeing an ex-girlfriend on the street.  I wanted to give some of her stuff back to her but couldn’t bring myself to do so.  I told my brother-in-law seeing his buddies—my HS classmates at the Phily Club.

At dinner we made jokes my brother-in-law’s nickname and he said that my grandfather’s portrait was spooky and he wanted to take it down.  I gave my brother a nickname too.  I noted that my niece didn’t believe that she was a screamer.  She wanted to play with a toy with us but my nephew kept ruining it.  I tried to stop him so he hit me and his mother made him apologize.  I left with the parents and watched TV until my brother and his wife went to bed.

On the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 3 but went back to bed.  I had a dream where I was standing in a rock strewn, sparsely forested and angled taiga with a number of other people standing up to my knees in flowing water.  I noted that there was no dry land anywhere nearby—just forest immersed in mountain runoff.  I was just staring at it in amazement noting that some upstream areas seemed to have more flow than others.  That was when we saw a giant rush of water coming.  I was picked up and swept downstream.  As I moved along I tried to swim to calmer waters…

I awoke about 5 and lay there.  My sister-in-law got me up around 630 and I left right after that.  I rode my bike to Central and had a coffee and then missed the train at Civic.  When I made it to PHill I raced a lady from the train on the canal.

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Pirates Play for Cheap

I wrote that I left at 530 and took a bus to PHill.  I got off at Embarcadero and dumped a lot of stuff with my bike.  I put the bike back and went to Civic Center and walked down 8th and some allys to Radius where I ordered a sandwich from the barrista and sat with the people.  I also got to see a number of friends that I knew from Twitter and other places.  I sent messages to all of them and left using our hashtag.  I remember one guy told me that I had a lot of potential in SF and that it didn’t have to be a GIS job.  I agreed.

I had been sending messages to my two friends.  One was a Twitter friend the other I had known for a long time.  I started to go to the Latin American Club.  It was a long way but my twitter friend said he was late.  We found a table eventually and I spoke to some random guy who told me to look into the Green Info Network.  My old friend, who had gone to the 500, was not very interested in meeting us so I gave up on him.  My twitter friend and I walked to the new mini golf pub and gallery.  Then we went to Shotwells.  We talked about the city there and how he and his wife had an okay place but if the landlord died they would consider moving to Portland.  After he went home I went to the Uptown.  I spoke to a regular about intro to geography for kids.  I described urban- and geomorphology to her.  After that I walked to BART and then took the L.  I was in bed around 11.

The next morning I was up at 1020 and had received messages from an old college classmate and a high school friend.  I made plans with the first and told Erin to meet me when she got to SF.  I told dad I was being laid off and looked at the magazine.  I walked to Java Beach and had a croissant and coffee.  I sent a message to another college classmate about the Redwood Mafia and then took the N to Union Square.  There I met my high school friend and we walked to de La Presse and le Central but finally settled on Roxanne Café to play catch up.  We talked about her time in Portland and old HS classmates.  In regards to college she said she used to hang out with the football team because everyone in Coeur d'Alene is a hick.

We walked to Union Square and watched ice skating and had more coffee.  She told me about her job as a supervisor for an agency that trains guide dogs.  I noted that there was a lot of competition for tables and chairs where we were sitting.  She started to connect the dots for me between school and family.  Then we walked through the Stockton Tunnel and Chinatown.  We went to Visuvio and I ordered drinks.  Her friend owned the restaurant upstairs.  We went to Giordano and talked about relationships over sandwiches.  Her mom was from Punxsutawney and she had had to visit Pittburgh.  She had seen the Pirates play for cheap.  She loves sports.  She said that there was a San Franpsycho on Grant but we went to the map shop and the tailor instead.  The latter showed me a bunch of fabrics and I will return.  Then we went to Specs and she had to catch her boat.  I walked with her to the Ferries and then I checked the weather and decided to get my bike.  I ended up taking the train to Civic and then it was actually raining so I got wet riding home.  At the house dad was trying to watch a terrible game and my brother and his wife were talking to him and mom.

I suggested we ask my brother in law to go to the Phily Club and he declined via my sister.  Dad drove my brother and I.  We saw my some high school classmates of mine.  My brother and I talked about ladies, jobs and the family.  I had a number of drinks.  I noted that we left around then too—I checked the time and the L train came pretty quick.

On the day that I wrote this I was up at around 830 and Joe was making breakfast.  I sat and read the paper.  My sister-in-law came back from her run around then and Mom and Dad were sitting with us.  I did some laundry and eventually my brother and his wife made plans to leave for a thrift store.  I rode my bike to Mojo and got a croissant at the farmers market, money from the ATM and some pretzels bats from the market before sitting down to write my notes.

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.

Friends in The Foyer

I wrote that I left work at 345 and headed to PHill on the bus.  I got off at 12th and waited at the Marriott.  I was alone for a bit but some people talked to me at the bar.  I went to the station and met my buddy and her coworker.  We took an Uber to a company Christmas party at the Air Base.  My friend and I hung out in the tower and then chatted with her friends in the Foyer.  I ate their food and had jello shots.  I listened to my friend talk about each person and when her sister arrived most of the party went into watch her “retrospective.”  In time that ended and got a ride to BART.  We went to the Residence.

The next morning I had breakfast with her on 19^th and visited thrift town and goodwill.  I tried on some pants.  The selection was poor.  She at one point realized that it was a fruitless endeavor so we went to four barrel.  I went home after that and communicated with a couple of friends in the process.  At home I tidied and typed and posted and sent the Emperor’s Campaign event to the list serves.  After that I ate at the Gyro place on 9th and Lincoln while looking for my buddy but he never came by so went to Opera Plaza dropped the bike off and walked to the Nite Cap.

I waited a bit until my friend showed up.  The bartender bought us a drink and I got a text from my buddy saying he would meet me later.  We went across the street to a party then and I met a bunch of people.  Then my friend and I tried to catch a bus but took a cab instead.  My buddy was already at the Bottom of the Hill waiting for us when we arrived.  We talked to people and my friend’s coworker was playing.  I got home really late that night.

In the morning I noted that was only slightly hung over.  I had gone to Java Beach and read the paper.  At home I started in on my normal steps for a Sunday but eventually realized the Emperor’s bridge thing was at 3 so I went quickly to catch the event.  I rode through the Park and up Webster.  I saw a lot of Motorcycle cops but never found out why.

At Union Square I parked my bike and went and found the group.  There was the guy that dresses as the Emperor and a few people from the organization.  They had their wives with them and many board members and onlookers.  We walked to the House of Shields and on the way I saw a person I followed on Twitter.  When we arrived there were photos and also a character named the Countess.  We then went inside and had a special cocktail called the Boothby.  I met the steampunk people and upstairs met the other board members during the toast.

I noted that I finally got to meet a guy I had seen a lot on Twitter but had never met.  He was a board member.  I noted that some friends showed up later and so did a new person that I friended on Facebook.  I went to the Plaza Hotel then and checked social media.  Then I rode my bike to the Embarcadero and went to 9th on the N.  On the way home I had dinner at Park Chow.  At home my mother asked me about the coming weeks.  I saw the Family Guy Christmas episode where Brian stops being dead.

I noted that the day that I wrote this I was up at 610 and did my thing.  My umbrella almost broke while walking to the bus.  At Powell I got coffee and a paper and at PHill I took the 7 to Safeway and bought a new Umbrella and coffee.  I talked to the barrista and walked to work.

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.

Saw That Same Book

I wrote that on Friday I took the bus to PHill with a law student from work.  I got my bike and skipped a train.  I dropped the bike at Embarcadero, mentioned the protests on Manhattan Bridge to people in the elevator and left the bike and stuff in the locker.  I went to 16th, got cash and went to the Uptown.  I saw some regulars.  I spoke to a guy and my friend came in looking pissed.  However, after I bought him a shot he softened up.

I got a text from my twitter friend and met him at a gallery near Mission Playground.  We saw our riding buddy and then went to the Chrome store and ate their free food.  Our riding buddy ditched and we went to the taxidermy shop for more art.  Later I went to Sycamore alone and saw a Bike Party friend and then on the way to Uptown I saw my buddy leaving with his wife.  I also saw a former Java Beach barrista from Idaho.  I told her that I had wanted to interact with her.  Her old boss came in and took her to a table then.  She had been working for him too apparently.  I spent the rest of the night talking to some jerk.  I took the N home.

A lady friend texted the morning and we agreed to meet on Valencia.  I was on the train an hour later and made it to her place at 10.  We went to Four Barrel and about her job.  Later we walked further down Valencia to Sycamore ally and up San Carlos.  We saw her friend’s old house and we talked about dancing the Tango.  We looked at architecture and saw an old car.  We walked to Shotwell and looked at buildings.  When we got to Pedal Revolution is wasn’t opened yet so we went to a garden nearby.  Then we walked up Folsom and down 24th.  We went to Haus because Phill’s was full.  I was talking too much.  When she asked me about my family the girl sitting next to me–she was reading “the world is round” or something— noticed.  We walked next door to the bookstore then and saw that same book.  We also saw the “book art” on the walls there, ceramics from the same artist and PK Dick books.

We sat at the Park down the street then and talked about her cat and roommates.  We looked at the serpent at the park and then walked to Balmy to see the murals—passing Precita Eyes on the way.  We saw some corporate art in there.  There was also a hand puppet scrawled on a wall—it had teeth.  There were two ladies of Guadalupe on the walls.  We saw some birds and she was excited.  I showed her the trees at Garfield.  She said she used to work at a tree factory.  We looked at some mushrooms on our way to Chavez.

We took the stairs above Precita to avoid her old bosses house on our way up Bernal Heights.  She told me that she goes running there.  I pointed out the house that my little brother used to live in.  Then we took Victoria up to Pinhole and had some super good tarts.  I got to know her friend, the owner, they had previously worked together.  We met another old coworker that owned a bike shop nearby, which we then visited.  Then we walked to the novelty shop and were about to look at other stuff when I suggested going to the Lucky Horseshoe.

We drank Rye there and talked about the bartender.  I kept calling the songs.  Even the bartender couldn’t identify some of them.  She kept ignoring us.  I noted that she was a bit young.  She had a bunch of friends there and one of them was clearly flirting with her.  We left then and walked up Cortland to the edge of the neighborhood and then I tried to find Faith Street.  She kept pointing things out on Cortland and loved the views, parks and stairs.  She saw her running partner’s house and at Faith I showed her the overpass.  There was a river of congestion below us.

We walked to Chavez and she told me that some called the bridges there the hairball.  We crossed the bridge and took Hampshire and 26^th looking at the local architecture.  On our way to Roosevelt we saw her old boss in his car there.  She had been there before and we both noted the salsa was spicy.  We ordered the same beer—she drank it out of a glass.  She kept offering me the portion she couldn’t eat but I had had enough.  We walked to the bank down Folsom and I joked that I had planned all of the coincidences on our walk.  We went to the Latin America Club.  The bartender was interesting.  We went to Thieves on 14th and I saw a bike partier on Valencia.  I went to bed early.

On the day that I wrote this I was up at 945 and left for Java Beach.  My father followed me to the gate for some reason.  I got a paper on Judah and I caught a glimpse of someone I knew as I walked to the coffee shop.  I got a banana, a coffee, read the paper, tweeted and posted a Dilbert to FB.  I sent a text to a friend about lesbians and by the time the barista I knew had gotten on shift to work I was on my back home.  I got to work looking at my notes and sent an email to myself at work.  Then I walked back to the N because I needed to get my notebook from the bike locker at Embacadero.  My friend sent me a message about seeing Interstellar at the Kabuki.  I thought about going with him and even missed a train speculating.  I got off at Ninth and sat eating and writing until about 8.

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.

Book from my Bartender

On the first of December I noted that the day before I had I texted my North Beach friend on the N Judah and she said she was at home.  I was wearing my nicer shoes.  I got off at Montgomery and went to the Bank and caught a 30.  I got off at Green and then went to Tupelo.  They said the birthday girl was at Sodini’s so I went to Bocce—which was empty—when I got back there were a lot of people.  I said happy happy to her and talked to the off duty bartender and waiter for a while.  I talked to the birthday gilrs best friend also.  I bought a book from my bartender friend.  There were a lot of people I barely knew.  One was a local bouncer or bartender and the other was a bouncer and bon vivant.  I stood outside with a bunch of them.  A guy I knew from the old days wasn’t around and the birthday girls besty noted that he might have wanted to be around.  One of the band players that I knew would have been there but I pretty much left right when the owner of the last owner of the North End showed up.  The birthday girl and her besty gave a bit of and intro but he remembered me.  I said thanks to everyone and left.  My North Beach friend wasn’t all that happy with me when I texted later.

I caught a 45 to Powell and took the N home.  When some guy started acting odd on the train I took that as my cue to start talking to the girls behind me.  That turned out to be a great idea.  They appreciated me and I got to show them my bartender friend’s book.  I went home and watched TV with mom and then went to bed at around 12.  I woke up at 3 again freaking out about my future.  Later I was up at 545 and left at 630.  I went to Central for coffee and made it to Civic just fine.  I noted that I wanted to stop eating pastries.  I took the normal train and considered my interview.  I had to check the date and the email.  I took the bike to the office

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Me From Across Columbus

On the twenty-ninth of November I wrote that I was getting ready to leave work when I called Best Buy.  They had me sign on to MS and send an email and said it would be two hours.  I rode down the canal to PHill and took the train to Civic.  I rode up McAllister then to the store and got the computer.  I took Masonic to the Panhandle and went through the park.  I set up and then talked to mom.  I did a bit of review and then went to Geary and had sushi.  Then I was on Washington and Divis when I got pulled over by cops for running stop signs.  I had stopped to let them catch up because there was no use in running.  They ran my card and I told them about seeing friends in North Beach, the High School I went to and my family.  I didn’t get a ticket and walked to Washington.

I descended from Alta Plaza to Polk and had a drink at the Buc and then at Kelly’s.  I then went to Visuvio and John didn’t charge me.  As I was leaving my friend from high school yelled at me from across Columbus.  I met her at Specs and I sat with her five friends while she schmoozed with the rest of the bar.  Her boss was there and stayed when the others left.  We ended up talking at length with some magician guy.  After this my high school friend rounded up a coupld of local bar tenders and we went to her place.

She insisted that I was hitting on her boss and that turned out to be a good idea.  Her boss didn’t seem to be against this idea.  However, she fell asleep on the couch about an hour later, so I went out on the back steps with the other three.  The interaction was fun but I was tired so eventually I had to leave—especially after the roommate complained.  I was home at 530 and my friend texted me a weird message.

I was up at 930 and 11 the next day but went back to sleep.  By 4 barely had enough time to prepare for Thanksgiving before the kids showed up.  The run up to eating was a 49ers game and then it was food and conversation.  In time it was playing with the kids and we played Scrabble too.  I talked to my sister and her husband about the reunion and job stuff.  The kids really enjoyed Scrabble but the game had ruined the timing.  When they left I watched TV and was in bed at 12.

The day before I wrote this I was up at 930 and left immediately for the Bridge to Marin.  I went to Sausalito and sent a message to a friend from the reunion.  She said she was working all day so I rode slow to San Anselmo and had coffee there.  However, she was still busy so I checked the schedule.  That turned out to be a good idea because of the day’s shortened schedule.  On the way to the ferry I looked at the bike path to the Civic Center and wandered around San Rafael.  I had corn nuts and V8 on the boat.

At Embarcadero I noticed that it was Critical Mass and decided to stay.  I had some curry from the crepery and then met up with bike partiers I knew.  We left right after the Ferguson rally and met up with them at Union Square.  We turned around but ended up going down Market Street and up Leavenworth and managed to help the protest out.  We went up Polk and then through the tunnel and ended up at Powell and North Point.  One of my friends and I ditched and went to the Buc.  We chatted with a lady and her dog Bullit.  When she left we talked to the bartender.  I had talked a lot about women and cycling.  It started to mist so I jetted and said bye.  The ride was a little wet but was mostly dry.  I watched TV until late and saw Venture Brothers.

On the day that I wrote this I was up at 930 and went to Taraval and West Portal and had a (good) haircut.  I then read the paper at Peet’s and took the train home.  I had expected rain all day but that didn’t happen until around 7.  I did laundry and updated my notes.  I worked on the paper and also ate turkey and listened to Social Network.

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Town When People Leave

On the twenty-sixth of November I wrote that I rode to PHill and was a little worried about my tire but it was ok.  I missed my train.  I didn’t know what to do when I boarded the next one but in the end I settled on Sycamore.  I sat next to the waitress that worked there.  She was from Iowa and was clearly disinterested in talking to me.  I went to the Uptown and my friend the bartender was playing pool with the bar-back.  They sat down with me and Gustavo. We talked about things.  I noted that I didn’t remember half of it.  We went outside for a bit and talked about the town when people leave.  When we sat back down a regular had come in and we toasted Thanksgiving.  I ended up buying my friend drinks.  There was a lady sitting across from us with some people we knew.  My buddy and I talked to her for a bit but I eventually rode the BART and L home.  My friend in North Beach sent me a few texts and I was in bed at 12.

On the morning I wrote this I woke up at 630 and took the 715 train and went to Powell.  I noted the lack of rushing commuters.  I took the bike up the canal and saw a river otter.  Later at work I noticed that I had missed a call from a recruiter Shrader when I went to the deli and got coffee.  So I called her back and she set up an appointment with a company boss.  This was great news.  I consulted with a coworker in the same unit and she said she almost got the job but for the pretest.  I went to make my bike work better then and then to the gas station.  The guy there was not nice but the fix it shop next door was fine.  I had a bagel and read the news.  I came back to the office and called animal control and they said it was fine that an otter would be in the canal.

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Especially Nice to Me

On November the twenty-fifth I noted that I got a ride to WC BART and took the train alone.  I mumbled to myself until someone noticed and then I read the paper.  I quickly transferred and barring a stop for nothing at Cole was at Park Chow quickly.  The waitress was especially nice to me.  I went to the Shamrock after that and had a couple of drinks before going home.  I caught a 71 and a girl got on that confused the hell out of me.  I moved to another seat and when she got off she did it again.  I watched American Dad for a while and then went to bed.

On the morning that I wrote this I noted that a lady friend had replied to a message and I replied.  I grabbed my bike equipment but forgot levers and caught an 18 and an N.  At Embarcadero I got the bike and coffee and rode to PHill.  I tried to fix my wheel on the way without levers and cut myself and gouged my rim but I got the tube in to the wheel.  I had to make certain it wasn’t pinched.  I saw a hazard on the trail and called it in. 

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Sharing My Feelings

On the twenty-fourth of November I noted that I left the Bank and took Grant to get to Visuvio.  I made jokes with the bartender and asked a regular about an upcoming party.  When the barback came in I deliberated on sharing my feelings with her but gave up on that.  The bartender told the off duty waitresses at the end of the bar that I had paid for the tea he was bringing them.  It was funny because they worked there.  I talked to them later.  I knew one of them but the other was new to me.  I had only seen her once probably.  She went with her waiter friend to Tosca.  An old high school classmate was across the street but I didn’t talk to her.  I dropped the bike off and took the L home.  I tried to watch TV but there wasn’t anything on.  I sat with mom for 45 minutes.  I found a tweet from a lady waiting for me once I got home and I got a text from the high school classmate as I was falling asleep.

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Tasters for Belgian Dobels

On the twenty-third of November I noted that the night before I had gone to Amsterdam Café and sat with my friend making maps.  I told him about my life and he his.  It was sad to hear about some of the tragedy in his life.  I talked about diffusion.  I noted that there were a lot of well-dressed people around.  There seemed to be some kind of thing happening immediately across the street.  The bartender gave us tasters for Belgian Dobels.  I talked about bike party and we talked about Polk Street politics with him describing several types of groups.  I noted that the opposition to change was mostly made up of business people from Marin and he agreed.  We went to an Egyptian wraps place and it was really good.  I rode into Hayes Valley and then up Page.

Along the way I saw two double parked cars around Cole and when I stopped to tell them to move about four cars were waiting behind me.  Two cabbies threatened to attack me, one lost his fare and everyone threatened to call the cops.  Only one of the double parkers moved.  The other declined.  They were both unloading stuff.  When everyone left they were about to leave.  I went to bed around 230.

On the day that I wrote this I was up at 1015 and went to Java.  I was bothered by the masculine attitude in the place most of all my own.  It was most acute around shift change.  I went home and beat myself up.  There were a few FB messages but it was mostly my trying to get into the coding before five.  I did some laundry drying.  I rode GGP to Stanyan and was at Best Buy at 545.  There I had to start a new MS account.  I wanted Outlook and Access.  I had to jag down O’Farrell to Post and then back to get to Sketchers where I bought a pair of shoes.  I then went to the Irish Bank.

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The Theater was Empty

On the twenty-eighth of January I wrote that I had sent a message to my friends but by the time I had ridden to Central and down Pierce to Post neither could come to the movie.  I ate my chips and sat down for my movie.  Another friend texted me in the theater and it was alright because it was only a moment and the theater was empty.

I enjoyed Inherent Vice.  The main character is forced to step through all of these hoops in the process of doing his job.  He turns out to be more of a hero than a quixotic character.  There are some very Pynchon-esque moments in the story.  Martin Short’s dentist character is perfect.  The scene where they get pulled over is great.  The psychedelic hallucination that follows him around is clearly also seen by Sierra, the girlfriend character.  The Junior DA and the Cop characters are both straight out of Vineland.  I was surprised by all of it.

I rode home then and was in bed late.  Next day I went to Java Beach and then commenced upon an epic editing session.  I did the majority of the 20 posts.  I had a sandwich at one point and my friend and I interacted a bit.  I returned to posting twice.  I was going to go out but after mom and dad had finished eating I decided to eat at home.  I had to wait for dad though so I went down and edited and then gave up and went to Giorgio’s.  Then I went to 540 where I watched the Warriors and talked to a random.  My friend was with her GFs in the East Bay and one of them was pregnant.  I watched Family guy till midnight.

I got up at 830 and was done eating in the dining room at 1030.  I then typed and set up for my interview.  All my stuff was in a backpacj and I was setting things up with a print shop.

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.

Bartender Was Not Nice

On the twenty-second of November I wrote that I left the office and rode the canal and went to PHill.  The train took a long time.  I got off at 16th.  I saw a coworker and her date.  I went to the Sycamore and had some sliders.  The bartender was not nice.  I went through the internet and then went to the Uptown.  I took the seat next to my friend the bartender who was off but a lady quickly came in and took him away.  I noted later that at one point there were two other people in the bar with my name.  Later a bartender’s husband came in and I learned it was his birthday.  I left feeling dejected.  I noted that I had no facility for drawing people in.  I rode up Page on the Wiggle.  I noted that I had an easy time.  I posted and went to bed at 11.

I woke up at 630 the day that I wrote this and walked in the rain to 46th and then took the 18.  I went to Java and got coffee and couldn’t find a Chronicle so got a NYT.  I read and tweeted stories in my feed.  I posted a lot to FB.  One or two got a lot of action.  I noted that I went home and coded my notes for the rest of the day.  I cleaned and did laundry.  I ate the food I had left and the went back to coding.  Dad gave everyone a fruit basket for Thanksgiving and asked me what I wanted.

The dryer wasn’t working so dad put everything on the line.  My buddy sent me a podcast about Interstellar, which we had just seen together.  I had listened to a Joe Jackson interview.  I listened to Peel Sessions.  I spent all of my time breaking paragraphs into sentences with 6 columns.  There was an index and I used another to reorder the items.  I noted that mom and dad had gone someplace and then I left too.I rode to Momi Toby and texted a friend.

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The Whole Thing Sucked

On the twentieth of November I wrote that I was wet when I got to PHill.  I wrote that the whole thing sucked.  I went to bar on College to dry off.  I had fish and chips and then headed to UCB on my bike for the BAAMA meeting.  It was a boring conference.  I had trouble finding stuff.  I sat in a lab and then in a classroom.  I seemed to recognize the lady running the second one session and I saw some coworkers.  I saw a great piece bit by a guy from MapZen.  The plenary was from a man from the Presidio.  I met a friend at Jupiter and we sat with guys from Amiga Cloud.  We rode BART together to Mac and I transferred at Embarcadero where I dropped my bike off.  I was home at 1030.  I couldn’t sleep and beat myself up all night.

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Lost his Card Too

I wrote that I left work and rode home to PHill and took the train to 16th.  I rode to SoPac and got my card—which I had left there on Sunday—and sat down for a meal.  A guy came up then and it turned out that he had lost his card too.  He said he knew me from somewhere and I went over Bike Party, Winterfest and Butterlap and while he had gotten into all of those things—and even knew Tracy—it turned out we had gone to the Hella Big Bike Party together.  The manager who had helped me couldn’t help him with his card.  I noted that the bartender had gleefully screamed at me, “SPOT MIND?”  I went to the uptown and saw the guy I had seen at Festa a few days earlier and we talked about it.  I then listened to my buddy the bartender there on one of his soapbox moments.

On the morning of day that I wrote this I was up at 7 and got to work at 915. 

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.

An 880 Ramp

I wrote that on the Friday before I had left the job after realizing that making a fix would take to long.  I rode through the dark, caught a train to 19th and met a Bike Party friend at the lost and found.  I had a meal with him then.  The place was cool.  I had pulled pork.  We rode to the bank and then down to 12th.  I was looking for a liquor store.  I found my group after getting a beer.  We rode over to Alameda and pretty much rolled all the way around the island.  There were a couple intersections I couldn’t remember.  A friend and I rode the southern waterfront and I didn’t make any new friends.  On the way through the town center I rode with another one of the guys.  We went to the navy base.

There were cops everywhere.  One of the guys told me that he sold shoes for a living.  He also did a-sit in at Outsidelands.  Another couple of friends came by and I noted that there were a lot of teenagers.  We left after a bit and went through the base and then up Pacific.  A girl was right behind me when I stopped and she bumped into me.  I was with my shoe salesman friend for a while and we interacted with a lot of ladies.  We got to Park and returned to the Bridge.  There were SUVs that seemed to be part of the ride.  We turned on to some street.  I saw a Miata stuck on railroad tracks.  We rode under an 880 ramp and ended up at the bay side park we often go to.  I looked around and decided not to linger.  I said bye to the shoe salesman and my buddy messaged me to say he left.  I saw some MTA people.  I rode with some guy to Park and then saw the girl that bumped me.  In the station I waved at her from across the tracks.  I talked to a Bike Partier on the platform.  I got off at Civic and climbed up page and home.

Next day I went to Java Beach around 9 and read the paper.  I tweeted etc.  It wasn’t a notable experience.  I went home and posted notes and did email.  Eventually I was able to get to the work I needed to do.  I remembered to take the GIS exam.  That took nearly two hours.  I made plans to see Interstellar with my friend.  Another friend told me he was at the Shamrock so I finished up writing in my paper and went to see him.  The bartender was busy but I eventually got a drink.  We talked about the weekend.  I left for the Kabuki then.  I locked up and got seats.  I had to trade with someone but it was okay.  I got a drink and my friend showed up (late).  I was surprised at her hair but should have remembered.  We had missed a little but it was alright.  The best way to understand a movie is through the flaws.

When the movie ended we went to Festa.  Te was there.  There were a couple of great singers.  I met one of them.  My friend and I talked about relationships and it was hard to get her off of that topic.  We walked to her house and I went home via Page Street.  There were two trucks parked in the way and like six people in the street.  The driver of one of them was a little aggressive and kept calling me Pierce.  I was asleep at 3.

I was up at nine the next day and mom mended a jacket from dad’s closet for me.  I rode to Irving and looked through Goodwill and then went to Hugo for coffee.  None of the vintage shops on Haight were open.  I got to Patricia’s Green for the Tweed Ride just fine.  I texted a twitter friend.  She was interested in looking but wasn’t in time to see us leave.  I took a lot of pictures.  The boss at Public had given us a bunch of drinks and apparently 80 people were on the ride.  We went to Embarcadero first and had refreshments at the Bocce Ball courts.  I was suddenly worried about the bikes so I sat near them.  I tweeted photos to all the right people.  I rode to see a friend from Bike Party on her turn and then ahead to mine. The group ended up at a garden party on Treat.  I got to know everyone then.  One girl had a Rivendell.  Another was very nicely dressed.  I talked to the guy with the tricycle from Century—I had met him through an old girlfriend but he didn’t remember me.  Two guys in full tweed were finalists but a guy in an equestrian outfit won.  We went to Southern Pacific Brewery and I had a sandwich with my Bike Party friends and the organizers.  A guy from Alta Planning was there with us.  He and his friends were from the City.  I got to say bye to one lady that I liked when we all left.

I went to the Brainwash and tweeted.  My twitter friend was entering the Valet when I arrived for Winterfest.  I signed in and met her again inside.  She was with her friends from SF2G.  We had food and got beers.  I was with her for a while but she drifted away.  I got into talking with one of her SF2G friends.  We got beers and my twitter friend had moved into orbit with a man I didn’t know.  Eventually old friends showed up and I watched Leah’s farewell together.  I looked at things and hung out with Bike Party people.  I noted that one of my friends had been there but left.  I hung out with a lot of people from Bike Party and Tweed.  I spent the last 20 minutes dancing and taking photos.  I talked to the original ED for the Coalition and a guy I would regularly ride to work with on BART on the way out.  I saw a lot of people I knew at the Valet.  I rode home and went straight to bed.

On the morning of the day that I wrote this I took the 48 to the Dentist and got four fillings.  Two hours later I was riding down Page Street to Civic and went straight onto the train.  I finished writing as I pulled into PHill.

Later that day I noted that I had gone to Starbucks.  Later I arrived at 11 and immediately started working.  By around 12 I had had another coffee.  I worked for a while and discovered that my lip was bleeding on the way to lunch but it was okay.  The numbness had worn off by then.  In the meantime a Tweed Rider had friended me and then I had a hard time thinking about my twitter friend.  I noted that I was contrite in my refusal to share my feelings with her and that my struggle would never resolve itself.  I noted that I was most concerned with the fact that if I never tell her about it then she would never know.

I noted later that I had interacted with coworkers about the GIS thing at UCB.  I had yet to sign up.

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.