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 18th
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 23rd
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.
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