Every Station to MiB

On March twentieth I noted that I had typed up my notes the day before and left the office.  On the way to MV I got a message from my Long Beach friend indicating we might get together on Friday.  At the station I learned my trip was delayed due to cancelation.  The platform packed into the train a half of an hour later and while I got a seat many did not.  We stopped at every station to MiB.  I got off at DC and made the ride up JS fine.  I learned that the west frontage is best though problematic.  I used the train crossing to get to W Portal but it is similar to the traffic crossing.

I went to the Mexican place there and then texted a friend on the way to Taraval.  I rode Taraval and heard back from her.  We talked a bit after that.  I tried to look at form 8863 but gave up.  I sept well but my allergies made things a bit difficult.

On the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up late and took the 48 to 23rd and raced down 19th.  That was great and saved me a bunch of time.  I got coffee and then took the Western frontage to 19th at Junipero and the sidewalk.  There was a delay at MiB and the ride to the office was fine—no problems at Ellis.

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I chose Outerlands

I wrote that I left the office and took the bike to MV and had little trouble with everything.  I got home and got ready to meet my friend and then I left for 9th Avenue.  I found her at the Shamrock.  We had drinks and rode through the park to 45th and Judah.  I chose Outerlands for a meal.  The food was alright.

The day that I wrote this I got up a little late for work and had to skip my morning coffee to get to DC BART.  I had a bunch of close encounters on Junipero Serra.

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Stanford Parking

On March eighteenth I noted that I left at around 430 and I knew that I didn’t have to rush but when I got to MV there was a train loading.  I shouldn’t have been so impatient to get to the platform because it turned out that a fatality had caused hours of delays.  I decided to go to PA at this point but got angry halfway through.  I made the mistake of going to Alma and had to endure the baleful looks and honking from the cars that passed me.

My bike bridge failed at PA.  I made jokes for about an hour with patient but edgy commuters and was ultimately rejected by the very same train that I had skipped for better.  I had to wait for three trains to pass before I caught a local to MiB.  I had secured my bike and asked to sit across from a man that turned out to be my twitter friend’s brother.

He remembered me from his brother’s opening.  He was having a beer and offered me baked chips.  He told me that he had come to SF after his brother and sister.  I told him about my family’s background.  We discovered that we both knew about GIS.  He worked with capital planning.  I told him about my work and when he learned that I had applied with a guy at Stanford Parking he told me interesting stuff about the job for which I had applied.  Apparently the capital planning unit had poached a person from their group.

As I was getting off he mentioned the flyer I had handed out, which was surprising.  I sent a message to my twitter friend while I was waiting at MiB.  At DC I texted John about going to Parkside and then rode to JS—the merger was terrible—and on to Ocean.  Unfortunately, Parkside was packed for Paddy’s day so I went home.  There I fell into a black mood. Dad followed me around the house until I left.  I told him about the fatality and then went to pizza place for an uninteresting meal and a beer.

Back at home I went through the motions.  I posted and checked viewership.  I looked at tax papers including the 8863 form.  I texted some friends and was asleep at 11.

On the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 615 and noted the phone wasn’t good at getting me up.  I left at 630 and noted a difference of 20 minutes on my departure is a difference of one hour on my arrival.  I noted that Rivera and Santiago always have at least one car and that Ulloa usually has four as I am climbing to 19th around then each morning.

At lake side two guys slowed me down and at DC the train couldn’t get me to MiB in time so I had to take the combo local trains (via PA) that are as good as the later bullet.  I rode through SV after that and made it to work at 920.

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Two Locals to SV

On March seventeenth I left at 730 and rushed to MV to catch a local.  BART took me to SFO and I was further delayed at Colma.  Junipero Serra was dangerous because the light changed.  I didn’t have many problems after that though.  I was home around 930 and immediately updated my blog.  I sat with my older sister for a while organizing my tax papers and drinking tea.  I went downstairs and was in bed an hour later around 1130.

On the morning of the day I wrote this I was up at 4 but I hardly remembered more than the fact that the light was on for about an hour.  I woke up at 700 and noted that the alarm must have been ringing for a full 20 minutes with me doing nothing.  I left for Lakeside coffee at 730 and caught the DC train fine but missed the bullet to MV by two minutes.  I had to take two locals to SV and was in at 1010.

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Old Step Through Raleigh

I wrote that dad and I talked about stuff at around 3 or 4 o’clock while I was eating a sandwich.  Later while typing I was distracted.  I had sent my friend some emails about the ride—routing and notes—but she was still on her way back from Alameda.  We discussed her roommate’s sublet and how I might contribute.  I also was preoccupied with my interaction with SF Park people.

I had sent some messages to my older sister during this period but it turned out she was only in town for a day.  I noted that I had finished typing and had dinner.  The parents had already finished.  Mom had made some pea soup to which I had added mushrooms and broccoli.  I ate quite a bit of candy and ended up sitting with the parents in the living room.

I returned to the room and started looking at my taxes.  I was chatting with my friend for a bit and at some point had to get my waste paper basket in the patio.  That was when I found my older sister waiting at the gate.  I went back and continued to look through my papers and discussed my income with my friend.  I quit at some point because it had become difficult to understand.  I sat at the table upstairs with my older sister and mom coloring mom’s mandala book.  We left mom to her ancestry show around 11.

I awoke from a dream at 4.  I was rolling down a big hill trying to maneuver around three cars.  An oncoming light pick-up, a heavy one passing and a van merging from my side of the road.  I clipped the oncoming pickup and ended up screaming at myself for it.  I threw my bike—an old step through Raleigh.

I lay tweeting and listened to BtS.  I was up at 545 and began my day.  I discovered I had no cash at Lakeside.  The lights between the Santiago-Sunset intersection and Ulloa-19th seemed synchronized.  I got to DC and transferred fine.  I had been thinking that I want to leave my bike at DC from now on.

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Trouble on The Wiggle

On the fifteenth of March I wrote that the night before I had finished working and my friend was having trouble coming to see me.  I walked to Patricia’s Green to meet her and then we walked to Lers Ros.  I felt like I had ordered too much but I didn’t over eat and it wasn’t too expensive.  I felt like I should have made something to eat instead that night.  We later went and I had a drink.  I was asleep early that night.

In the morning I was really tired.  I met a friend at Four Barrel.  Built to Spill was playing and I was singing along.  We people watched and talked about the week.  I left her for Central.  I had no trouble on the Wiggle.  I had coffee there but eventually noted that I would have to spend some time alone at home.

I later noted that my older sister was on her way to visit and that mom and dad had come and gone a few times.  Dad and I had a bit of a conversation while I was eating and my friend and I had had a bunch of exchanges over a lot of stuff.  I had asked her about the Ladies Ride and provided some feedback as well.

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Because of Casa Buena

I wrote that I left for MV at 3 and arrived at 16^th around 5.  I went to Pauline’s for pizza with a friend.  We talked about our work week.  She gave me some flyers for the Ladies’ Ride to distribute at Bike Party and I headed to Ashby Station.

I went to Civic Center.  While there, I saw an old classmate on the platform—he had recently been promoted to art director at his company.  He was headed home from his job with this awesome aluminum bike that all the Bike Party people on the train thought was awesome.  We talked about mutual friends and I told him about my GIS career.

I told him that I thought his company would eventually allow things in the GIS market to scale up.  He indicated that this was not presently the case.   I let slip that I was speculating on who was likely to partner with his firm in the GIS market.  This caused us to discuss mutual friends and I mentioned some people that he didn’t know.  However, there were a number of people that we knew in common.

Bike Party was near his place in the Ashby area, so when we parted I was already at my destination.  I saw a bunch of guys I knew almost immediately.  I gave flyers to a bunch of women that I knew.  The ride went down Stanford to Powell and then to Hollis.  We turned then and went up 7^th to a parking lot on 4^th.  I handed out a lot of flyers here.  I saw a couple I knew pretty well and later some of the guys I knew.  I interacted with a manager at a local transportation agency then gave flyers to his friends.

The ride left then and headed north.  I know we went up Ceder to Hopkins and back on Gilman.  I also know we crossed San Pablo and headed over to Pierce and then Cleveland.  We passed through several towns and entered CoCo County.  Most of the ladies I interacted with already had a flyer from me.  I was able to give out quite a few though.  I introduced a riding buddy to one of them.  We ended up at a Point Isabel—a park on the bay.  There was one firework and I gave the last of my flyers out.  When I had finished up I caught a train in El Cerrito del Norte.  There was a long wait at Mac.  I went to bed around 12.

I was up at 8 and had a bit of refreshment.  Then I headed to my friend’s work to help her take a broken bike rack off of her bike.  Then we rode up 17th to Sanchez to Matching Half to meet her coworker.  My friend had asked her to be our companion to test the route for the Ladies Ride.  We ate food and left flyers there and a bit later we took McAllister to Central and entered the Panhandle.  We had some trouble using the Shrader Valve and our companion almost went the wrong way at Conservatory East.

We took the 10th Avenue exit from the park and had a bottle of water.  At Lake I noted that the turn was a bit confusing.  We turned on 15th and climbed through the Presidio Golf Course to the General Store.  Then we rode to Immigrant Point overlook and also visited the camp ground.  There were three places with a lot of conflict in the Toll Plaza approach.

We crossed the bridge and our companion stopped a bit early.  We continued till the parking lot and talked about the experience.  She indicated that it was a mess and said it was the tourists.  I thought it was the spandex riders though.  My friend seemed to think that the bridge is really difficult as well.

We descended to Fort Baker and rolled around for a bit before ascending to Alexander Boulevard and on to Sausalito. There was surprisingly little traffic but a lot of bikes.  In town we stopped near B of A and then visited Odyssey Bicycles.  I left them and doubled back to get coffee at Triest.  When I returned to find the girls, they had decided that My Dutch Bike wasn’t a good stop.  We continued on Bridgeway.  There was some confusion at the intersection in front of Mike’s Bikes because I had looped around but they had stopped at the light.​

We agreed along the bike path in Bothin Marsh to stop at Bayfront Park.  There we saw a guy who sets up a bike tripod on Saturdays.  We rode over Horse Hill and then down to Corte Madera.  There was confusion at the top because of Casa Buena—someone would have to be there to direct people during the actual ride.

We rode past the mall and then under the freeway and over the slough.  We made a box turn to get to the brewery but later we decided that we would use the overpass during the ride.  I realized later that we would have to figure that out.  When we got to the brewery we had two hours till our boat departed—plenty of time.  We had beers at the bar and then got a table.  My friend made a reservation for the big day.  We tweeted over our salads and onion rings and had another drink.  We left with about ten minutes to spare for our boat.

We bought tickets for the boat, boarded and took photos over some beers.  Some girls were drinking wine near us while the three of us were taking photos and the wind got it all over my shirt.  We said bye to our companion at the Ferry Building.

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DC I Took Junipero

On March thirteenth I wrote that the day before I ditched out on the monthly staff get together and felt only a little bad about it.  I said I was going to catch train.  I rode fast and caught it as it was leaving the station.  I transferred at MiB and at DC I took Junipero.  Some guy yelled at me on Sloat.  I took the normal route but missed 39th at Santiago.  At home dinner was ready as I came in and I tried to eat less.  My friend went to the dance party around then.  I posted and tried to work on my taxes but I didn’t have the files printed out.  I was upstairs doing the tax stuff and gave up to watch Archer and other cartoons with mom.

On the morning that I wrote this I was up at 7 and out by 8.  I had accidentally dropped my cup and had to clean it.  While getting my other one I bumped into dad.  I went to lakeside for coffee and went to Junipero.  I went to DC and transferred at MiB.  On the ride from MV I had no problems on Ellis but those intersections are strange.  I noted that I had had a long interaction with some cyclists and the trolls on Twitter about the bikes on the ferries in Sausalito.

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Something About Hoop Stress

On March twelfth I wrote that the day before I left at 450 and took the train to MV.  I was early so I went to the pizza place.  On the way to SF I interacted with my friend and eventually we settled on a time and a place to meet.  I rode to MiB/DC and got the bike.

At 24th I rode to Tradesman and found my friend.  She introduced me to a guy who was impressed that I knew something about Hoop Stress.  He left and my friend and I had dinner.  I tried to keep what we ate to a minimum but we weren’t on the same page.  I was asleep at 11.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this the alarm went off a few minutes after I awoke but I didn’t get up till 618.  I stopped at Starbucks and made the train fine.  I read the paper till MV and rode to the office thinking about the letter I sent the day before.  I noted that it was possible that I wouldn’t even get a responce.

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Comments to Mesozoic Polk

On March eleventh I wrote that I rode to MV and MiB quick and at DC I dropped the bike and transferred to a bus.  I then walked to Patelco but my card had expired.  I went to B of A and took the bus home.  Dad was going to a meeting.  Mom never noticed that I was home but when dad was late we started eating without him.  The meal was delicious.  I was going to do the dishes but gave up on that.

I made some comments to Mesozoic Polk that prompted a blogger and I to start gchat.  My friend and I had had an interaction earlier in the day that I had to call her about and we made plans for the week.  I noted that I had made a lot of progress on a letter but that it was very late.  I spent the rest of the evening watching TV and was asleep at 1230.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 600 but left at 750.  I caught the 28 after getting a paper and a coffee at some fake donut shop.  I took the DC train to MiB and MV and then took a VTA.  The train didn’t leave until the next Caltrain had arrived though.  The trip took 2:20.

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Junipero Serra Side Walk

I wrote that I wanted to get the badge but went to MV and MiB.  I was at SSF on the phone with dad and the train was put on hold.  We sat for 45 minutes.  The train was put out of service at Colma.  I got lost in DC and took Junipero Serra to Lakeside.  I noted that needed to check the route home.  Dad was there and we talked.  I get impatient around him.  He said mom was accepted into the trial.  I went to my desk but could only post.  I went upstairs and interacted with Charlie and Mom also.  Mom told me about her choir and the trial and I told Charlie about my PBJ sandwich.  I was asleep at 10 but woke up twice.

I was up at 615 and had only a coffee at Lakeside.  I took the Junipero Serra side walk.  My Clipper didn’t work and I had trouble figuring it out.  I went to the MV office and then rode to work.

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I spent 2 hours

I wrote that I went to Celia’s while chatting on the phone.  The restaurant closed early so I went to the Thai restaurant.  I went home and looked at my letter but gave up and went to bed around 1230.

In the morning of the day that wrote this I was up at 615.  I sprinted to the coffee shop and then took Junipero Serra to 19th and discovered the sidewalk to be a better deal.  I made it to the MiB train on time but it was late.  I discovered that the train to MV was delayed by a fatality and saw a coworker on the platform.  I spent 2 hours on the train.  My friend didn’t respond to my message because she had missed an alarm.

I rode from MV to work and had breakfast.  In the Café I saw the same coworker from the platform.

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Via Powell and Broadway

On March eighth I called a friend a I would see her later and told my mom I appreciated her.  Then I picked up a new light and rode Irving to B of A.  My father sent me a message about daylight savings.  I went to Waller and Market and took Duboce to Folsom.  When I met her I left my bike at my her sister’s house and we took her nephew for a walk.  We went to 18^th and crossed Potrero to 23^rd.  I had to leave her alone on the bridge.  Her nephew falls asleep when he hears white noise.  At the house I helped her sister pack for the next day’s big move.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I got up at 11 but knew it was ten.  I tidied and went to Four Barrel and then Mission Bay.  I went to the Embarcadero for Sunday Streets and saw the past organizer for the event almost immediately.  Later I saw some volunteers that I knew.  I then went to the Ferry Building and had lunch with my buddy.  We rode to the Red Jack for a beer.

After saying good bye to him I called my friend about her sister’s big move and then started home via Powell and Broadway.  I climbed to Alta Plaza and then passed through the Richmond District.  I got home to mom on the piano.  I started writing around 5 and noted that I needed to send an email to some friends.  I also wanted to look through my tax folder.

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About his Chrome Dahon

I wrote that I quit the office and rode to MV.  I had another moment neat Ellis again.  I have to look at this set of intersections more seriously.  At CalTrain I boarded and interacted with a lady I knew who was caring for her nephew.  I took BART to Civic and went to the print shop at which I had printed out my flyer for the Ladies Ride to Larkspur.  I went to Peet’s and looked at Twitter to learn that the show put on by my artist friends was on 24^th at Folsom.  I took Van Ness the whole way there.

I had wine and met my artist friends.  His were prints and hers were cut paper.  I met their friends as well—his brother, his wife and several ladies that knew the other artist.  I handed out at least ten flyers.  I met two ladies that indicated that they were interested.  I went to the Pizza Shop and the liquor store for a small bottle.

I rode Shotwell to 19^th and I discovered my front light was dead.  I went to Duboce Park for Bike Party and focused on handing out flyers to ladies.  I interacted with a few guys and made it clear to everyone that men are welcome.  One girl made a facetious comment that the ride was sexist.  I passed out 30 flyers.

I gave a few to my friends.  I met some new people and my buddy wanted to know where I was because he was late.  We went up Scott and then to Page. We then went over to Civic Center and up Turk.  The first stop was at Alamo Square and I had to climb Steiner and didn’t use the stairs.

At the top I passed out another 30 flyers.  I caught up with my buddy and he told a story about being detained for kicking a car.  I introduced him to the people.  I met a guy I had met when we had gone riding in lieu of the canceled January Bike Party.  We then rode to Clay and up to Inspiration Point.  On the way I interacted with some people I had met at my first Bike Party.

I saw talked to people about the flyers there and solicited their advice on the size of the ride.  I met a friend of my buddy and my buddy was put off by something I said.  I had to explain geography to people again.  We rode to 15^th and up to the Conservatory.  There I said bye to my buddy and was asleep around 12.

On the day that I wrote this I was up at around 530 and again at 9.  However, it wasn’t until later at around 11 that I went to Four Barrel.  I talked to a guy about his Chrome Dahon.  I then went to Pedal Rev for a new seat.  I climbed to Central then and had very little trouble with traffic.  My barista friend was there.  She said she no longer had a bike because she had moved to Portola and needed a car to get everywhere.  I told her I would give her a flyer when I had a chance anyway.  I read the paper and made comments to Twitter about hikers in Marin.  I posted a link to my blog.

I rode home and at the Polo Fields I had a problem with a BMW.  I took a picture of the car and the driver wasn’t pleased.  At home mom and dad had passed out on account of the air in the house.  I opened the windows and went to my room.  Mom went for a walk.  I started working on my notes then

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Deluxe and Watched Jazz

On March sixth I wrote that the day before I had given up on leaving in a timely manner but took a cue from a coworker and left around 530.  I rushed to MV and MiB/DC but I didn’t go home.  I hung out alone in West Portal and had a salad.  Then I went down 7th to Judah.  An Uber driver honked at me and I detained him.

I met my buddy at Deluxe and watched Jazz.  I bought him drinks and we talked about my new job and severs in space.  Told him about my NIMBY conference idea.  We checked out each other’s new bikes and agreed to look into a trip to Vallejo on Saturday.  I went to bed pretty quick upon getting home.

In the morning of the day I wrote this I was up before the alarm and I didn’t want to get up.  I grabbed some stuff for the weekend and discovered that I had left at the best time.  I got passed by a jerk at 23rd and Ulloa.  I got coffee at Ambrosia and noted that Randolph may offer better access to DCB.  I looked at the map.  I discovered that I actually caught the early train.

Some guy on the train said no one goes to work on Fridays.  I learned that my friend had gone to work and that she had planned a meeting with SFBC people.  I rode to work and on Ellis a Googler was a jerk.  I saw his car in the lot.  I sat too long in the café and spent a lot of time looking at telephones at my desk.  Later in the day I spent an hour making a flyer.

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Zeitgeist and Sat Down

On the fifth of march I wrote that the day before I had gotten off at 4 and went to Caltrain.  I went to Milbrae and then to 16th.  I walked to Zeitgeist and sat down with my car free compadres.  Then my buddy’s coworker and husband showed up and other, influential cyclists and movers came in.  I saw an old classmate from Humboldt State and told her happy birthday.  My friend came in looking lovely and we sat a while with her friends.  We left because I was under the impression that we would go to the Coalition party but my friend was a bit sit.

We went to a ramen place instead.  There were some locals on one side and a family on the other.  My friend was critical but aside from some rough moments the food was alright.  We went on a walk and saw a skateboarder run a red and hit a car.  She noted that the guy had lost his glasses so I retrieved them.  He was talking to the driver as we left.  I noted that it would have sucked had he lost his glasses.

On the morning of the day that I wrote this I didn’t want to get up.  I left at 645 and made it to the train after the doors had closed.  Having missed it, I went for coffee.  The 714 had a lot of bikes and the 22nd street bikes got bumped.  I read the paper and sent a message to a friend, who I think was asleep.  I rode to work and skipped breakfast to sit at my desk for a while.

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Then Rode to Ulloa

On the fourth of March I wrote that I left at 430 and noted that the ride to Fairchild was dangerous and that I needed to be more careful.  I took the 458 MiB>DC and then rode to Ulloa.  I had called the house and knew that I would eat at home.  I stopped at Walgreens though and this slowed me down.  Mom was on her way out and dad had saved me some food.  He and I talked while I tried to read.  I noted that I should pay more attention to him because he talks about stuff all the time.  I tend to get really anxious around him though.  In the meantime mom had made comments on her way out.  I eventually went downstairs.

I wanted to call a friend while I was looking through emails and looking through my stuff but it wasn’t until an hour and a half later that she could get away from her roommate to do so.  I only wanted to talk to her about the party that the coalition was slated to have the next day—the day that I wrote this—but we started looking at flight information and rooms for a trip.  Eventually I put her on speaker phone and we did it.  I told her I would do everything.  I called off a bit later and after a quick trip upstairs I went to sleep at 1030.

On the morning I wrote this I woke up at 515 but left at 545.  I wanted to go to the bank but ended up at Lakeside.  I had seen the 28 briefly.  It turned out that the earlier trip didn’t get me much and then I flubbed the bike ride to the office.

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Transferred MiB to MV

On March third I wrote that I got off work and took a bike to my bike and went to MV and waited.  I got off at MiB and went to DC BART.  I caught the 28 and that wasn’t worth it.  I went home down Santiago.  I checked in with dad and then went to the Pizza Place. Then I went home and prepped and then had some juice and I went back to email and other things.  I emailed my friend about the Coalition party.  I went to bed at 10.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 550 and left fifteen minutes later.  I dropped my mail for EDD and then went to Lakeside for a coffee paper.  I got to DC 8 minutes later than I wanted to.  I transferred MiB to MV and picked up some cash before riding across Central.  I locked myself out of the cafeteria and complained to myself about the attendant.

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Transferred MiB to MV

On March third I wrote that I got off work and took a bike to my bike and went to MV and waited.  I got off at MiB and went to DC BART.  I caught the 28 and that wasn’t worth it.  I went home down Santiago.  I checked in with dad and then went to the Pizza Place. Then I went home and prepped and then had some juice and I went back to email and other things.  I emailed my friend about the Coalition party.  I went to bed at 10.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 550 and left fifteen minutes later.  I dropped my mail for EDD and then went to Lakeside for a coffee paper.  I got to DC 8 minutes later than I wanted to.  I transferred MiB to MV and picked up some cash before riding across Central.  I locked myself out of the cafeteria and complained to myself about the attendant.

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.

Cal-Train a Tweet

On March second I wrote that I typed up my notes and after a minimum of puttering I went to bed.  I noted that the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up 545 and left at 630.  I rode my bike to Starbucks at Zynga.  Then I got on a train and sat in the Bike Car.  I noted that my friend went to work early.  I went to B of A at MV and noted that still had to figure out my Clipper card.  I sent Cal-Train a Tweet.  The trip was ok.

I noted that I rode through Symantec and Audience and then locked up at the lockers and went to eat at the work café.  Then I went upstairs.

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.

Someone at Hetch Hetchy

On March first I wrote that I left work at 5 for the 535 train.  I passed someone at Hetch Hetchy and had someone behind me most of the way.  I took Center but took a short cut and made it fine to the train.  I had to figure out the four person seat in the bike car but had it all to myself for most of the trip and read the paper to 4th and King.  I stopped by the Bike Station.  I put money on my Clipper and made some mistakes as I rode away.

I met my friend and her sister at Homestead and my artist buddy was there—he told me about his upcoming gallery show.  I got to meet all of my friend's current and old coworkers for the going away.  I bought pitchers and saw a good friend and spoke to her man.  I talked to the machinists and when her sister left, my friend and I said bye the host and rode to Chihuahua.  I got a bit to eat there but she had already eaten.  I decided to leave after that but we talked a bit later too.  I am always open to discussion.

I noted that the next day, Saturday, I was up at 9 and I had slept alright.  I went to the grocery store with a friend to have donuts and go shopping.  We then brought and our bag of food to BART for a brunch in Oakland.  While she did have motion sickness on the ride, the birds and the flowers on the walk through Berkeley made up for it.

When we arrived fashionably late, I discovered that the brunch crowd was mostly the same as at the Snow Cabin.  I and sat out back with a cup of tea and a plate of food while people were prepping fruit.  The dogs were trying to get outside but they weren’t allowed.  Later we sat in the living room and ate and talked to people.  We paged through a stitching encyclopedia and I finally got to meet some people I had been hearing about.  I helped my friend’s coworker to do the dishes.  The coworker drove us to the city just as it began to lightly sprinkle.  When I said bye to them I asked a fellow blogger to dinner.

I met him on the N Line at Van Ness and we rode to 31st and Judah where we tried to get a table at Terra Cotta Warrior.  In the meantime I told him a bit about wanting to make a postcard of the Highway 101 crossing at 18^th street.  We ordered the Bian Bian Mien noodles, which became oddly familiar as we ate—I had lived in Xi’an for a year.  We ended up waiting for an N train back on 23^rd for a while.  I made plans with my cycling friend and the blogger suggested we go to Blackbird on Market.  I ended up in bed late that night.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I got up at 11.  I went to the grocery store to get coffee and my buddy she met me there with her neighbor and her son.  The four of us went to Duboce Park.  We hung out for a half hour and walked to her house where we had a meal and organized.  Then we rode to the Ferry Building and took a ferry to the Alameda flea market.

We parked next to a bamboo bike owned by a girl from the boat and walked around for a while.  My buddy looked at jewelry and hats and we discussed strategies but the best one was when I simply walked away from her.  I found some bikes and we people watched.  I got tired.  When we got to the end the fair was about over.  She went looking for stuff she had missed and ended up buying gloves and a compact.

We went to St George's and had a lot of trouble with the locks.  My buddy could tell I was cross and tried to make me feel better with words and water.  We did the tour and learned about the stills, condenser, bottling, blending and aging from a guide that was a bit too gregarious.  She showed us a bunch of stuff about absinthe.

We did the tasting and learned that it was only possible to sample 1.5 oz.  We sat for a bit and then bought two bottles.  Then we rushed to the ferry and then went to Thirsty Bear.  There were hundreds of gamers there for a programming convention.  A couple sat next to us but got no service so left.  We had tapas and a burger.  There was live flamenco.

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.

Lincoln on the Weekends

On February twenty-seventh I wrote that mom was away.  I had taken all of my file boxes out and was trying to integrate my job papers into them when dad asked about dinner.  I told him that it would take a few hours to do and that we should go to Parkside at 530.  I threw a lot away and started taking the niche apart.  I dusted and replaced the books.  The cedar based cleaner needs to be used in a well aired space and I should use gloves next time because I think I had a reaction to it.

I noted that when dad and I went to eat I made certain to eat some of his food.  I had the fish and chips.  I told dad about my friend’s work.  He told me about the Randall Museum and how it came from his experience playing basketball at Lincoln on the weekends.  He said that his classmates from SI discovered the wood shop there and this was their interest at the model rail shop there.  When I went home I sat listening to the Cocteau Twins and then looked at Twitter.  I then watched Family Guy and went to sleep.  I interacted with my friend as I was fading out but I didn’t sleep well because of the fish and chips.

On the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 6 and got my coffee cup and the bag I had packed.  I traveled to Lakeside to get coffee and a paper and then to BART on Junipero Serra.  I made certain to put cash on my card and then waited for Caltrain.  At Mountain View I read the paper at the café and then went to the MV office.

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.

Rode Duboce to Townsend

On the twenty-sixth of February I wrote that I had heard that my buddy was going to be busy till 630.  At that time I was riding to 21^st Amendment.  When I communicated with her I learned that her roommate was making dinner so I stopped by.  While there, I showed them my new bike and then rode Duboce to Townsend and South Park.

I had a beer while waiting.  I had my bike inside the brewery so felt that it wasn’t a big deal.  The wifi kept cutting out so I gave up on the place pretty quick and returned via Howard.  Back at the house I realized my new the bike isn’t as comfortable as I would like but that it would take time.  I interacted with my friend for a bit and went to bed.  I woke up a couple of times.  I was generally preoccupied with my new commute but knew that things would go smoothly as long as I tried to innovate.  The new bike is part of that but I noted that I may want to get a foldie.

I was up around 6 and went to Four Barrel.  There I talked with my friend over coffee about the week’s plans.  We agreed to go to Homestead on Friday.  We also had a funny conversation about dad-isms.  I then climbed the Wiggle to Central where the owner of the coffee shop I went to actually came out give me a coffee.  I had been on the phone with 311 but they didn’t actually do anything for me.  It was in fact Larkin Street Youth that ended up getting all of the trash in front of the shop.  I did some reading and writing.  A company called You 3D It followed me on Twitter and I told my buddy at a light industrial company about it.

Later I wrote that I rode home and started typing.  I noted that my old coworker sent me a message and that I let him know the information about a recruiter.  I decided to begin a new Notebook Analysis since the one I was working on was at 95 pages.  I wanted to take my book cases apart.

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.

FT until the Chronicle

I wrote that my older sister and mom were on their way to the Imitation Game but I decided that I didn’t want to go with them.  I tried to use the scanner instead but discovered that it wasn’t working.  I did a lot of CD ripping.  I noted that there seemed to be a lot of CDs missing from my collection—something surprising.  I took an N to Cole and ate at Padrecito.  I had some tequila that was new to me and a Modelo Negro with my meal.  I went to bed at like 10.

The next day I was up around 5 and went to Java Beach and read the FT until the Chronicle came and was back home around 9.  Mom was on her way out with my sister at that point for her first bought of radiation therapy.  I noted that it was nice that my sister was around.  I noted that it was clear that she relies upon mom emotionally because of the way that she has started to be around a lot.

I noted that the clock seemed to be ticking for mom and that chemo was looking to be inevitable.  She said she was waiting on a clinical trial where she had a 25% chance of being accepted.  However, this would take time—something she had little of.  Also I noted there was no guarantee of the therapy working.

I started cleaning the bathroom and note that dad had finished preparing the stew for mom.  I realized later that I wouldn’t be around for dinner since I had to pick up the bike and go to the happy hour.  I told mom when she got back.  I was running out of time around then so I simply quit the bathroom and grabbed a pannier, lock and lights on my way to the 48.

The bus ride was boring and I realized I had forgotten my notebook.  It took almost an hour to get to S Van Ness.  I walked to Pedal Revolution and they let me test out my new bike but I had some needs for it and had to wait.  In the meantime I had them install some other things.  I then left for South Park.  I saw a cyclist friend on Folsom.

I got to South Park and locked up.  I was greeted by the hostess.  My friend from my old job was there and her coworker showed up right behind her.  She and I stood together eating quesadillas while talking to environmental planners.  I sat with her coworker for a bit and discovered that a friend of a friend that I had just met had attended.

That was when the car free tech workers I knew came in.  They were there to see our mutual acquaintance from the Twitter-sphere but it seemed they were there for the GIS thing.  I was looking at my bike when I saw them and suggested they attend the CFHH in a week.  I also said bye to the hostess because she was leaving.  When I returned upstairs there were fewer people.  I got to play catch up with a friend from the MTA.  I ended up talking to the main organizer for the event and my friend of a friend.  At the end of the event the organizer suggested I email him about teaching a lesson in one of his classes.

We quit and I got my bike.  I walked with the last of the guests to Howard and then split for the Riptide in the Sunset to meet my sister.  I discovered that I had forgotten my card on Irving but as I was late I had to forget about it for a bit.  When I got to my destination I was surprised to discover that a family friend was just leaving my sister.  I called the brewery and found my card and we sat and listened to Karaoke.  I had a bit to eat after we walked home and I was asleep at around 12.

On the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 10.  My friend had let me know that she had a busy day coming up.  I read the paper in the dining room while my sister and mom talked about the bible.  Dad and I talked about an apartment in a quadplex near Hayes and Laguna for 4000.  Mom and my sister went to Laurel Village and I did laundry.  She had cleaned up so I had to be diligent when I had lunch.  I sat with her for a bit when they got back.

They left later with my younger sister to see a friend’s newborn baby.

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.