That Was His Way

On April nineteenth I wrote that in the morning I was up around 10 and went to Blue Bottle with a friend.  A guy we knew was working and it was just his birthday.  I noted that the nut on my friend’s rear derailleur was loose.  She went to Dark Garden.  We rode to Filmore and Bush in a circuitous route because of the festival.

I got us a table at Elite and my friend was ecstatic.  We walked to the book store and then to Palmer’s.  A bartender I knew was working and my friend and him had a lot to talk about.  He seemed to remember me but I just figured that that was his way of interacting with people.

My friend told me that her buddy was going to visit and that her plans for the day would likely be different than she had thought.  We talked about our trip and then at the bikes decided to go to the drug store.

I said bye to her at Geary and had a hard time getting through the wind to the house.  At home I did the normal stuff: tweeting and slacking.  I interacted with mom and then started to write.

Later I responded to an email from the professor and had dinner with mom and called my sister to make arrangements to meet in the coming weeks.  After that I went back to typing and mom gave me her camera.

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Do You Like Noah?

On April 18^th I wrote that I left work thinking I hadn’t done very much.  My friend and I interacted at MV.  She said that she was at the bike shop.  I had decided to go home but agreed to keep in touch.  I had left my bike at Mib but had little trouble getting out to the Sunset and through the fog to the house.

I immediately started posting and editing.  Dad checked in with me at some point and my friend texted to say she was doing other stuff.  I worried about whether I’d get out to the Mission that night.  Later we agreed to meet and I did a few things before leaving.  On the way two guys at Market and Octavia chased me.

We went for Ramen on 16^th and sat at the bar.  I was jealous of the item she had ordered.  We had a discussion about tips.  Later we went to Thieves and had the special.  I was done for the night at that point but my friend’s roommate came by right after that and they traded dirt.  I mentioned that I thought the roommate’s comedy routine was good.  I was in bed before I knew it—around 11.

On the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 10 and went to Four Barrel with a friend.  I had to eat a chocolate rather than a pistachio pastry and was bummed about it.  My friend suggested we walk to 18^th and look for something else.  Tartine and Birite didn’t have what I wanted—I was on the lookout for blood sausage too.

On Dolores we met a dog and then a girl with the dog.  They passed us and then we saw a lady and a man chiding her for something.  There had been an event put on by a union so a lot of people were walking around including a cop that was very involved.  My friend believed that the lady was a busy body that had grabbed the girl’s dog.  We both believed that the cop just happened to be there.  My friend was very affected by the interaction.

After that I was working on my presentation for the AAG.  In the interim I saw a few people and even had coffee with an acquaintance.  However, I eventually had to give up on work and a traveling companion joined me for a trip from the Ferry Building.  The bike ride was easy but there was a lot of traffic but I was too confrontational.  At the Ferry Building we got empanadas and spoke to a real porteño before heading to the boat.  We talked about family.

From Larkspur Landing we took Cal Park Hill Tunnel to Dubois and through the San Rafael transit center to the Lincoln Avenue bike path.  We missed the turn off at the top but the route was easy to follow.  While passing through Northgate Mall I went to the bank.  We then took Las Gaillinas past Freitas.  It was there that the chain on my companion’s bike got stuck.  I had to take the wheel off to fix it.  Later at Marinwood Market we had to rest for water.  We then took the Highway 101 path to Alameda del Prado, Ignacio and finally Sunset.  Around Pacheco Plaza my companion had to check the map.

The people we had gone to meet were friend’s of my companion.  They lived near the western edge of Novato and it took us a bit to get there.  Our host greeted us at the front and we parked in the garage near her husband’s 1971 240.  I met her daughter and their high school friend.  He and I talked about Humboldt State and sat out back with the dogs.

The husband, our host, showed up then with pizza and we sat down for a civilized meal outside.  They offered us some antique whiskys that were actually pretty good.  One was in a ceramic telephone and I was pretty sure it was Jim Beam.  The daughter ragged on my companion for a while and eventually we went inside.

They had some interesting furniture there and the daughter didn’t like me playing with her toys.  We played a game that our hostess liked.  It was called “Pass the Can” and involved asking questions like “Do you like Noah?” on a piece of paper and then someone has to answer it when it is their turn.  I thought the game was super fun but no one else but our hostess did.  Our host fell asleep.  I submitted questions that I heard people say in passing.  “What?” “Are we done?” and “Where is the chocolate cake?” were several that I liked.

Around 10 the high school friend said bye and my companion and I bid adieu and we rode to Novato’s central bus stop to catch a 101 bus home.

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The Irish Heritage Tent

On April the seventeenth I wrote the day before that I took the VTA to MV and there were delays.  My friend sent some messages and wanted me to go with her on Saturday to Novato by bike.  She had just purchased a new bike but I hadn’t seen her post about it on Twitter.  Dad was waiting at AT&T.  I talked to some guy on the train about business.

At fourth and King I got the bike and went to AT&T Park.  I caught dad at the Irish Heritage tent and had a sandwich.  He told me that his friends had been there earlier.   We entered the stadium then.  Bumgarner was pitching.  There were a few people from the Irish Heritage tent next to me.  Dad’s web developer from Pleasant Hill was there.  Dad and I had a beer and I used the local wifi around the seventh inning.  I had to leave around the tenth but dad had to stay later.

I went to the valet and got the bike.  I rode Townsend to 5th and had some trouble around Howard.  I took 7th to Market and Grove to the usual route.  At home I wanted to sleep but I took the time to pick dad up from the L.

I noted that on the morning of the day that I wrote this I skipped coffee and missed the 48.  I got to DC fine but a 54 was parked illegally and I forgot to park my bike because of it.  I caught the VTA fine and was at work the normal time.

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I Hid a Google

On the sixteenth I noted that the day before I had plans to meet a friend at 6.  I left early to get my bike.  Dad said that he had grabbed the tickets from my room.  I hid a Google bike at the station and transferred at Mib.  I got off at DC and got back on with my bike.  I went to 16th and stopped at the Uptown.  I learned that Dan had in fact left the book at the bar and this caused the bartender and a regular to make comments about it.  We had a conversation about the 90s and I got a free shot.  The regular lived in North Beach back then but had since moved to Pac Heights.

I went to Shotwell’s and spent my last four dollars on beer.  When my friend arrived she gave me my card and I got money.  She said she wouldn’t be returning to the office and I bought her a drink.  I had texted my buddy about the game but he said it wasn’t possible.  We walked to Capp and she rode on my rack to 17th and Valencia.

We ate at Mau but had to wait at the bar.  We ate and then made to go.  I gave her a head start and she had called her sis by the time I found her.  She told us that she wasn’t attending the ride she had signed up for.  I texted another buddy about the game but was asleep by the time he responded.

In the morning of the the day that I wrote this I woke up several times in the night and when the alarm went off I noted that I hadn’t done it right.  I learned that I may end up going to Novato on the coming Saturday.

I took the bike to the storage shop at CT and caught the train.  One of my buddies had stuff to do so couldn’t go to the game but indicated that we should hang out in the future.  I sent a desperate message to Twitter.  At MV I transferred to the VTA and the Google bike was waiting at the station.  I found to bikes on Spinlister near the house in Chicago.  I noted that still another buddy said he was going to the same HH that all of my friends were attending.  I wasn’t super happy about it.

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Was Just The Trash

On April the fifteenth I wrote that the day before I had left at 330 and caught a VTA with the bike.  I had to catch a local to DC and ended up at home around 530.  I had no problem with the trip aside from the traffic.  I sat in the dining room trying to read.  Dad had the news recap on and it was just the trash.  Mom came in around 6 and we had stew.  Dad didn’t want to eat some of it because it had tomatoes.

I tried to post after that but it turned out that I had the wrong files so I emailed myself about it and did other things.  I also sent some stuff to myself with the reminder to check on my benefits.  I dozed on the couch watching the game and eventually went to bed at 930.  My friend sent me a message around 11 regarding her her neighbors.  I noted that I feel like I’m dying when I am exhausted like that night.

I noted that I got up on the morning of the day that I wrote this at 5 and left at around 6.  It was a warm ride.  I left the bike at DC and ate a poppy seed on BART.  I finished the coffee sitting next to a fidgety Stanford student.  The VTA got me to work at 810 and I started writing.

I verified what I had in the posting folder and discovered that I had corrupted the file I had sent me and accidentally sent the other post to the wrong email.

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A Bunch with Lights

On April fourteenth I wrote I noted that I worked until 630 and then took the VTA to MV.  I had to wait for the CT and BART took me to SFO.  In the meantime a friend had texted me a couple of times.  I finally got on the road at around 9.  I played chicken with a 54 and won.  On JS a car honked at Brotherhood but at 19th there were no incidents except there were a bunch of pedestrians.  At Ocean there was a noisy valve on JS that I called 311 about but they wanted to keep me so I said I had to go.  I think they called the cops because I saw a bunch with lights on on Vicente.  I stopped at Parkside where I met a guy who knew a bartender I liked.  At home I posted for Sunday but not the day that I had just finished and went to bed at 1100.

The morning of the day that I wrote this I went to the grove at 615 and got a pastry that made a mess on BART.  I sat upstairs on CT and met a random on VTA who thought that system sucked.

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Central a Flyer

On April twelfth I wrote that I finished writing and walked to my friend's house. We walked to the Japanese place on Market and Pearl and had Ramen. We started talking about the ride and I told her I “did everything” three times and I noted that this felt like I was being a bit too grandiose. I noted that I supposed that it didn't really matter because she understood.

She pointed out a shop next door that she said had contained a design operation but had become a gym. She explained what she saw and wondered why and I told her how I would go about answering that question on the walk to Thieves.  We sat and continued the conversation over whisky. She told me about pursuing her interests in cycling and or tango. I talked about re-inscribing my thoughts and how the process had only caused my desires to become more attainable.  There was a lot more to our discussion but eventually we gave up at trying to close the bar.  We were exhausted from the ride and other efforts.  I was were asleep by around 1145.

In the morning of the day I wrote this I actually woke at 5 but went back to sleep. I left at 10 with the red rental bike and headed to Central. I spent about an hour there writing and twittering etc.  Later I noted that I had noticed on the window at Central a flyer about the 21 Hayes that said the bus stops were being eliminated so as to cancel the bus route. I checked with Hoodline about it on Twitter and they said that only a couple of stops were in the process of elimination. I noted that I thought the flyer was wrong but I also noted that there was no organization attributed to the flyer. I decided that it was the liquor store, cafe and laundromat that had made the flyer.

On the way out the proprietor and some ladies told me they thought the bike was cute and I agreed but said that it wasn't mine and that my friend's bike had been stolen. I rode the park fast and passed a bunch of people on JFK. The mechanics at Swell were surprised that I was riding it. I told them about the back story and that we had gone to Bike Party. I said that the pedal had come off and they were mortified.  They offered me a discount.

I walked home and started typing at noon. By the time I had begun the next step mom and dad were home. I interacted with them and returned to typing. I was alone for a while and eventually got to the stuff I had written the day before. I looked through my notes from the ride too.

During this time my friend was returning from Sonoma and mom told me she was going to something in the Inner Sunset. I had to give up on typing because we were meeting.  A twitter friend asked me for a friend's email around then. I got on the 71 and started writing in the notebook. I noted that the bus was soon to be called the 7. Some cops got on one was a rookie and the other was a woman.

I wrote that I started writing at my friend's because she wasn't in yet. When she showed up she and her roommates and I went to Four Barrel and got another person. Then we went to Urban Putt. We met a girl there and my friend asked what I wanted to eat.  We sat and had food and drink and then we played mini golf.  All the holes were mechanical.

We went to the phone booth and had a drink and then we walked home.  Later I discovered that I had left my card at Urban Putt.

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The Normal Time

On April the thirteenth I noted that I had woken up at 230 and the alarm went off at 5.  That upset me.  I wasn’t able to stop at Starbucks because of the time but I was able to get coffee at 4th.  The train was uninteresting and I noted that the TVA seemed to be delayed so as to pick up CT passengers.  I got to the office at the normal time and was looking at the AAG and class data.

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Ladies Ride

On the eleventh of April I noted that I thought that the TVA had come but I managed to catch it.  On CT I texted my friend and she agreed to meet me at her house.  I got off at 16^th and Mission and stopped at the bank.  I took the alleys to her place.  She was not there and I was using a cup of water to clean up a mess in the front when she arrived.

We had a meal and collected our things.  I grabbed the flyers we ran across Duboce to market and down to Civic Center where I bought her a ticket.  We caught the next train and headed to West Oakland.  On the way we cut up the flyers and packed in with the commuters.  We got off and there were a lot of cyclists.  I stuffed her jacket in my bag.

The ride headed up Adeline to Middle Harbor.  My friend saw her friend and took off.  I was alone for a bit and then I raced to find them near Seventh Street.  I passed West Oakland again and I realized that the ride was not going to be very exciting so I had to pass out a bunch of flyers.

I had passed my friend someplace in this period and when I finally found her at the next stop near Jack London she told me that I had ridden by her near West Oakland Station while our friend and some guy had assisted her in replacing her pedal which had come off.  This was where we decided then to quit before the next stop.  I gave out as many fliers as I could and we followed the ride to 12^th.

At Lake Merritt I said bye to the people I had met and we descended to BART.  Some kids in the station had had a good time on the ride but were looking glum.  I think they said their mom had ditched them.  We stood on the platform eating sours, taking pictures and looking at my friend’s rental.  We made jokes on the train and at Civic Center we said bye and rode away.  By 1115 I was asleep.

I noted that on the day that I wrote this I was up at nine and my friend and I met for breakfast at Matching Half to set up for the Ladies Ride to Larkspur.  After we ordered we went over the cue sheets.  When we had had our second cup my friend’s coworker came and then we noticed that several people had arrived—people from Bike Party, Meetup and the Coalition.

When we had to go I stayed back to wait for late arrivals.  We then rode Panhandle to JFK and on to 10^th and Lake.  After going around Mountain Lake we caught up to the slowest riders trying to navigate the Presidio Golf Course.  I told the one person that wanted to quit the ride that she should stay with us.  She said that she would accompany us to the overlook for photos.

We took photos at Immigrant point and noted that people had really taken the time to wait up for the slow riders.  The group leader had the riders stand on the ledge and two of us took pictures.  Then I went down Harrison and Ralston to Washington to help the group to the Toll Plaza where we found the last stragglers.  There we took another photo.  As we were crossing I had to wait for two ladies taking photos of their bridge crossing.

At Fort Baker we regrouped and then passed a lot of tourists as we climbed up to East Avenue.  The descent to Sausalito was easy and no cars passed us till we got to the bottom of the hill.  We regrouped at the fountain where I tried to get an idea of who had attended the trip.  After that the ride was easy to the Mill Valley path.  We passed the dry docks and went down Bridgeway to the bay path.

Shortly after this we stopped at the Sycamore Street circle to have a picnic.  There were photos and many people were happy with the ride at that point.  The food really hit the spot.  This was around when I went ahead to help direct people to the correct stops.  I watched as the group followed up Lomita and then started hustling as they started to catch up while climbing Horse Hill.

When I stopped several people almost passed me and went the wrong way.  That was where I asked one of the people that knew the route to watch the turn so no one else went the wrong way.  Then I went and caught up to the group to lead the group to Corte Madera.  My friend the leader took over again at Tamalpais and I rode with her coworkers listening to Michael Jackson’s Bad.

One of the group fell off her bike soon after this but it turned out to be ok.  I learned later that the ride leader had made for the left turn lane and as she was crossing the road way the other riders became a bit confused.  One person had made the turn in a way that caused two others to slow and touch tires.  One of them had landed on her arm.  I checked with her later and she said she was ok.  The other girl seemed sad about the incident.

I cautioned everyone to go slow going over Larkspur Creek because it was so narrow.  Almost everyone dismounted to make the turn but no one walked the path.  There was a lady on the far side waiting for our bikes to pass.  Also, I noticed that there was an extra person with our group following as well.  I led the group across Drake Bl to the ramp there and then we rode on to the Brewery.

As we were locking up several riders told the group they would ride back to the city.  I helped one person lock up.  We asked about the reservation and ended up with the largest table.  That was nice.  I got a great Tripel and had a chicken sandwich.  I noticed that the men all sat on one end of the table.

When we were finished we rode to the Ferry and I told two of the people that had been really helpful that they were the best.  On the boat the ride leader and I went upstairs with several others but I descended to get beers.  Later I went to the rear to check in with the others.  Several people were talking on the lower deck.  When we disembarked at the Ferry building we said bye to one another but I got to know the few that were still in the group.  However, they went away one by one until Valencia.  Later the ride leader and I tried to friend and follow everyone on Twitter and Facebook but eventually I got my notebook and went to Momi Toby’s to do some writing.

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Mid Intersection—Very Dangerous

On the tenth I wrote the day before that I had caught a TVA to MV.  On the train I learned that my friend’s bike had been stolen and so I called her and then I called Swell.  I made the transfers Mid-DC and had an incident at JS and 19th where an adjacent car tried to change lanes mid intersection—very dangerous.

I fretted about offering a bike to my friend and called her when I arrived home.  As I suspected she was reticent about it but was eventually swayed.  I spoke to mom on the way out about the incident and then walked to Swell.

At Lawton I saw a Bike Party buddy.  He had not been to BP due to an injury.  He gave me a ride and asked about the Ladies ride.  I told him about the stolen bike.  I went to Swell and picked up a beautiful red bike.  I had only a couple of problems on the way home with it.  I tweeted and FB’d and walked to Judah.  My friend got there first.  We had Thai food.  I told her about work and she told me about her job.  Eventually she told me about how the bike had disappeared.  We walked to my house then.  She wasn’t thrilled by the bike.  Later I went through my emails and edited my notes and blogs and edited the cue sheet.

On the morning of the day that I wrote this I was slow to rise and rode to Central Coffee.  I took McAlester and some lady was rude the whole way to Civic Center.  I took 6th to Bryant and then Townsend from 5th.  I read the paper to MV and saw a Twitter freind.  I took the TVA and arrived at 8.

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House for The Weekend

On April ninth I wrote that I had left the day before with enough time to catch the TVA back to MV.  I noted that I may make it a regular thing.  There the trrain came on time and the trip to Mib easy.  I transferred and agreed with my friend to meet her.  I rode the allys to Valencia.  She buzzed me in and I noted that her roommate had eggs in her window.

We walked to Patricia’s green and talked about her organization.  I noted that I was talking too much.  We went to Brass Tacks and talked about Saturday.  We sat next to a girl that she had worked with.  Later we went to Laguna and she called her old boss.  He gave her his house for the weekend.  We walked through Hayes Valley and then to Japantown.  We went to an udon place and got the orders mixed up.  We talked about the coming days and she realized that she had to cancel her plans for Friday.

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Dropped off The Bunny

I noted on April 4^th that I caught the train at MV to Mib and took BART.  I went to Sycamore and had the regular.  The bartender recognized me and I told her I had met the GM.  My friend indicated that it was not the best that we had missed each other and that was comforting.  I caught the 48 to the top and rode home.  I had left the bar by sending a friend in Long Beach a pic of my bike and a note about beers.  He responded when I got home saying it was a special beer day and that he had several beers.  My older sister and dad were out so I posted.  When I returned she and her daughter were in bed.  I went to sleep at 1030.

I was awake at 5 but up at 6 and rode to 19th.  I stopped at Ambrosia and made the train.  My friend had sent a photo album to me and I was commenting on it with Liar lyrics when I saw my old coworker on the train.  He said his old roommate was still at PG&E but that they had had to pause on the CLs because of concerns about development.  He said that he was trying CT for the day and that he would go back and forth for work and his other coworker had the opposite schedule.  I took the TVA and found that it was great when it leaves right after the CT comes in.  I dropped off the bunny ears.

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Dishes He Suddenly Had

On the seventh of April I wrote that the day before I had missed my train so took my time getting to MV.  I thought it was ironic that the limited allowed me to catch a yellow line to DC.  There Dad over the phone told me that I would be able to eat with them.  JS was problematic because of a cabbie.  I also didn’t wait long enough at Sloat.  It would appear that JS traffic goes West and Portola traffic North.

At home a friend and I had a phone conversation.  I talked to her about her room mates and the importance of communication.  I sat with mom and dad for dinner.  Mom had issues and dad had concerns.  When he was doing dishes he suddenly had to go and I finished them for him.

While posting a friend texted me saying that she was surprised at my bike accident.  I didn’t think it was anything to share and indicated that I didn’t like sharing those types of incidents and besides it wasn’t a big deal.  I went upstairs to learn that the Giants won and everyone was on their way to sleep.  I watched TV for a bit and received a message before I went to bed at 11.

On the day I wrote this I woke up to rain and decided to try for the early 48 but missed it.  I took the path through the Grove and got coffee at Ambrosia.  I was early to DC but the train was late.  I was on time to Nib and rode past a gushing Steven’s Creek to work.  I took Ellis at the tech bus campus.

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Overflowing

On the sixth of April I wrote it was late when I finally had everything typed up and my stuff packed.  I was able to confer with a friend about the week.  After I had gone to sleep the neighbors had an argument.  I got up to see what had occurred alone.  I was awake at 545.  I left with plenty of time to get to the station.  My bag was overflowing.  At the station I didn’t have cash and had to bum money for a paper at the café there.  That sat on my conscience.  I read the paper to MV and rode through the cold to Wells on Ellis.

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It Was Traffiky

On April fourth I wrote that I ran around in circles grabbing things for Monday morning and then headed to My friend’s under the impression that I had a bit of time to eat before I caught Charlie but I took a wrong turn and ended up in GGP.  I used the new Oak path though on the way to get back on track. I took the bruised elbow route to her house and it was traffiky.  I dropped off my bike her house and walking with her to Little Star.

She asked if I wanted to attend the Tango Competition and I said that I was interested in going even though I didn’t know how to Tango. We rushed back to her house then because her dance classmate had indicated that she would drive us. I bought a bottle on the way and filled a flask while she was getting ready.

The three of us arrived at the Airport Marriot in Milbrae a bit early. I had listened to the gossip in the car and knew that the show would be late in starting. The girls did a lot of hellos and introductions on the way in. The first salon was late but all three were interesting. The show also included a showcase, a senior salon and several exhibition pieces. I noted that there had been several glitches in the course of two of the performances and the ministry of culture played a big role in the show.

On the way to eating with her instructor my friend mentioned that the host was not especially well organized and that many of the people she was used to seeing were absent.  I got to meet her instructor.  He was a well-mannered porteño that discovered Tango in law school. I noted he was really sophisticated and well-traveled.  While my friend had studied under him her classmate had in fact followed him all over the world.

There were a lot of teachers making performances after that and they were all porteños too. This lasted until around 1230. After that I sat and watched while my friend danced. Her classmate grabbed us right when the music settled into a heavy beat with pauses for a bit of rockabilly and swing. We spoke to the star of the show as we were leaving.  We were callin her classmate the “mayor” because she knew everone.  The night was a lot of fun.  I was alseep around 2.

In the morning I was up at around 830 and made it to West Portal around 935.  I found the professor right where he said he’s be.  I noted that when we sat down he told me about the basics. We were at Starbucks. He opened his notebook and told me about the classes he needed covered and what it entailed.  Essentially the class would meet once a week for 3 hours and that the labs were 40 pages. The idea was to provide a slice of life on top of the software training.

The idea behind the class was to improve upon the crash courses offered elsewhere but to be faster than accredited classes. He said that the classes were mostly made up of young students that and needed to brush up—working professionals and even city and county workers. I noted that there was likely a steep learning curve. I noted also that where academics looked at pedogogy he professor looked at the data. He said that the curriculum was not sanitized.

He told me that he was an SFSU alumni and tended to focus on new tutorials with an emphasis on integration. He said that he liked to look at tutorial data. We looked at the table of contents and he showed me a few exercises. I noted that his curriculum was a far cry from my experience in industry where I often had to make undocumented snapshots.

He told me about his back ground and we got off topic for a while.  We were really just getting to know each other.  He gave me his opinion on where the industry was headed and why he felt that way.  Essentially he didn’t like cheerleaders that did the most simple stuff with html and made it out to be an industrial process.  He also told me about his career at engineering firms and city departments.

I told him about my academic and industry career.  I tried to focus on social justice issues because that was what he was talking about.  He agreed around then that tested concepts needed only to be augmented to accommodate the new ways the tooled were used. He gave several examples of how new tools were made out to be a new “science” rather than a new way of looking at tried and true ideas.

We returned to the syllabus and started talking about the weeks that I would cover.  He described then the group of steps and the model that he wanted me to support.  He then said that week four was not well developed and that it was an overview of the advanced steps. He called it a hodge podge.  He then said he needed to check downloading the data at his lab. He said that there would be a lot of massaging data. I noted I was rusty but he said all I needed to do was provide a case study.  He said that I would then bring what I do in week three to a certain point.

After this he set up a potential set of steps and that was where I had to think what I would do. It was at this point that he asked me how would I do this and what part? I eventually asked what the problem was and gave examples. He said that the presentation should only take 10 minutes.  We made plans to meet and he said he would show me the lab.

In this period I noted that my friend—across town—had made mention of us interacting but I went to the Castro and started writing.  When I hadn’t heard anything I stopped by Ace hardware to get some cords. Later I stopped by her place and within a few hours we had met my biking buddy for dinner at Hawker's Fare.

We had decided to eat there instead of going for ramen or sushi. We discussed Falernum. We shared the poached chicken. We discussed the fire that they had had in their neighborhood and then discussed the neighborhoods housing situation. We were talking about something but I interjected with a bit about Linda Radner's famous violins piece. We talked about the ladies ride and having a housewarming party.

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.

Making Eggs for Easter

On the fourth of April I wrote that I had to give up the day before at 430, got the bike and headed to MV.  At Ellis some Porsche buzzed me.  I need to wait at back of the line at the onramp crossing.  That way I am less likely to be followed by a lot of cars.  I noted that at MV the train wasn’t packed.  I called the print shop and decided that I need to go home.  All the new tricks worked.  I noted that I didn’t like the Ocean at JS turn.

At home I was really late.  My older sister said dinner was done but I was printing out flyers when I finally made it upstairs and everyone was finished.  I apologized to everyone and when I finished eating I printed out a few more flyers.  Dad told me that people would be around.  Though the wind was at my back I had to keep my cadence the ride took a half an hour.

There were people there when I arrived.  I found some stickers to keep my bunny ears on.  The ride left 15 minutes later.  We went up Columbus and Grant to the Square and down Stockton and on to Aquatic Park.  The ears were constantly buffeted by the wind.  I asked my buddy about his new apartment.  He said he was moving in in a few weeks.  I noted that he needed a roommate and told him that I would jump at the opportunity but the time wasn’t right.

I parked with a ride leader and looked around.  There were a lot of new people but there weren’t a lot of people there.  I met a new guy from Bakersfield.  A couple of ride leaders walked up and introduced themselves and I introduced them to my buddy.  I talked to a butter lap person about a mutual friend and noted that a lady that was running for mayor.

We rode to Fort Point and back to the Wave Organ.  I saw Ian and on the way I spoke to a bunch of music box people.  There was also a guy from East Bay Bike Party.  My buddy likely left right around then.  I walked to the organ and handed out flyers and returned to talk to my shoe salesman friend and then went over to the music.  I interacted with a lot of people.  I spoke to the ride leaders as I was leaving.  I handed out about 35 flyers.

I climbed up Presidio Bl to Laurel Heights.  I took 2nd and Overlook home.  No one had arrived and in the night.  I had to send a message to my sister about her interior light.

On the morning of the day that I wrote this I was really tired and slept funny.  The alarm went off even though I had never set one.  I was up at 8 and my sister had replied had sent me a message.  I went upstairs and mom was making eggs for Easter.  I had a meal and the family hung out at the table with me.  My friend said she was still in Sonoma and that her mom was taking her to the city.

I sent her some messages.  I also discovered that a professor had emailed.  I sent him a message.  I started downloading Express and also rebuilt my contacts on my phone.

Later I wrote that I had told my friend that I didn’t want to make any plans until the professor and I had set a meeting.  I made a sandwich for mom and sat with her eating toast complaining about my life.  I was writing when the professor and I agreed to meet at West Portal the next day.

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.

Occupy Space

On April third I wrote that I left work at around five and got the bike to MV.  The platform was crowded because of the exhibition game but I was able to get a rack and a seat.  At PA a girl moved my bike and I thanked her getting off.  Her friend wanted to keep the conversation going.  I saw a new commuter friend on the way out.  He liked my blog post.

I caught the DC train and loaded the clipper card.  I also got a CT pass at Walgreens on Ocean.  I went to JS and Sloat and had no problems.  My tricks were working.  I went to Parkside Tavern after a call to mom.  I had a salad. The Giants were winning and dad was at the Warriors game—they were also winning.

I got home and mom and my sister were watching Interstellar which I had already seen.  My friend said she was at her mom’s house.  I did the laundry and posted.  I went upstairs but gave up and went to bed at 11.

On the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 645 and took the 48 to 21st.  I saw a café on Judah but opted for Lakeside.  I took crosswalks at Sloat and saw a car run a red at JS after speeding past me.  There was a line at Ambrosia but I made it to DC fine.  I transferred ok.  I always see old bikes at CT Mib.  My friend said she was staying in Sonoma.  I told the techies on the train about Bike Party.

The ride to work was interesting.  I have conflicts in the Google Parking lot but I have figured out Ellis.  Again I discovered that you need eye contact and to occupy space.

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.

Which I Ripped

On the second of April I wrote that I rode to MV with plans for meeting a friend at ZG.  I got off BART at 16th and stopped at the bank.  I had to lock up outside.  I saw a couple I knew.  I sat across from a well-known advocate and a retired MTA professional.  It was great to contact with the advocate.  My friend showed up late.  Apparently she had a new client.  Later she ran up to her house for fliers but couldn’t find them.  There was a lady that we told about the ride.  A recent geography graduate was sitting next to my friend when she came back.  I had gotten her a sandwich.  One of the couple that I knew stopped by on the way out.  I spoke to a geography professor.

At my friends place later her back roommate had a friend visiting, and the neighbor was out and the last roomie was eating her dinner.  My friend and I left the new guy with the roommate and went to Thieves and then the store.  We got to know the new guy until the back roommate showed up.  I was in bed around 11.

On the morning of the day that I wrote this I met a friend at 4 Barrel and I went to work late.  My friend told me about her weekend and how she wanted to go to Sonoma the next day and Milbrae on Saturday for a dance competition.  She also said she wanted to go to Bike Party.  I took 14th to Division and CT.  I couldn’t get a ticket again.  I boarded with a newspaper which I ripped.  At MV I rode to work and started typing.

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.

Trouble at Ellis

On April first I wrote that the day before I left at 430 and went to MV.  I was passed by a jerk that yelled at a girl on the train.  I got off at Mib and found that I needed to add a pass at 4th and King.  Dad said that the ladies were out til later.  I got threatened by a teen at Sloat and 19th.  At first I thought that he would just go around me but he pulled in a bit too close.  I think that I need to wait farther back at that intersection.  I rode home through heavy wind.

Dad called me when he had made dinner.  Turned out mom had gone home and my older sister had taken my niece to my younger sister’s.  I ate with him and went to post.  I suppose his eye is better.  A friend and I agreed to meet the next day and I did very little after posting.  I went upstairs and the ladies were watching a movie.  I went to bed after that.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 550 and after getting my laundry I was on the bike headed to 19th.  I stopped for coffee and made DC to Mib fine.  The conductor told me to go to Walgreens for my Clipper.  I keep having trouble at Ellis.

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.

Hetch Hetchy Truck

I wrote that I it easy going to MV.  I raced a guy on the creek.  I was hot at the station.  It was an early train so I got a seat.  I finished the paper before DC and called home.  My older sister was making dinner and at home I was settling in when mom called me to eat.  I got to talk to my niece.

I went down and posted.  My friend and I talked.  Sometimes my friends are a bit more chatty when they have had a few drinks.  I put my taxes in envelopes and spent the rest of the night watching TV with Dad.  Mom switched with him when I went to bed around 11.

I got a call from Washington DC when I woke up.  I left at 7 and took the 48.  I took ped xing at 19^th and skipped coffee.  I got a paper at DC and sat across from beautiful ladies on the train.  The ride was fast and I saw a Hetch Hetchy truck.

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.