Go To The Doctor

On May eighteenth I wrote the day before that I was in bed at 12.  We were up at 615 and I made my train.  I rode to CT and boarded.  I saw a Twitter friend at MV and caught the TVA quick.  A college calss mate and I texted each other.  My friend messaged me to say that she didn’t want to go to the doctor.

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We Discussed The Ferries

On the seventeenth of May I wrote that the day before I had finished typing and left to see my freind.  She had had some problems with her photo shoot.  I chided myself for being a busy body at 19th.  I rode over to page and crossed Market at Octavia.  I made my friend soup.  We sat in the kitchen listening to music while I typed.  I got to bed at midnight.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this my friend made biscuits for me late in the morning.  We discussed our camping trip to Marin.  We decided to go to Corte Madera on Friday and head to Samuel P Taylor.  I noted that walking the pipeline trail was better than taking the bus.  I thought that this way it would be early when we made it to Woodacre.  However, as soon as I considered the idea of traveling to Pt Reyes I gave up.

After breakfast we discussed the ferries on Friday.  While I noted that the room was key the discussion moved on to logistics.  I said that over the course of the week I would need to accumulate supplies and get them ready at some location.

We went to four barrel and sat talking for a while.  I noted that my process needed work because the public and private posts too closely resemble each other.  I described the open to closed coding process and how they transform rich data into meaningful content.

My friend was confused about this and I gave the example of us listing our preferences and then comparing.  I suggested that a minimum of changes might make them the same preferences.  She said that my writing wasn't exactly popular though and I agreed.

The discussion turned to networks and how the transformation of open to closed coding created new connections that might be made to help in the process of diffusion.

We left the cafe and I described Rodgers' theory using Sony's Betamax as an example of an idea that was beneficial but didn't access social networks and opinion leaders properly.  I also discussed the way that a teacher may want to approach a school principal before changing the curriculum.  I also covered trialability, perception of benefits and champions.  I had to explain that my blog was really an attempt to simply understand how these things worked together.

Later we went over the trip in finer detail while she did her laundry and tidied.  We established that we would walk the pipeline and needed to explore Samuel P Taylor for a good place to camp.  This is what prompted me to get a room for Friday at Budget Corte Madera.  This way we could take the ferry Friday and be on the pipeline trail early.

I noted that she was concerned about her tires and I noted that she may need to visit a mechanic.  I noted that we should look into the bus schedule and later discovered that there were eight busses between Pt Reyes and San Rafael.  Her friend had a thermarest she could borrow but we still needed a tarp and a sheet to sleep on. I noted that I should send her my Farifax maps.

By this point her roommates had sat down with her.  One of them told us about her date.  A moment after this she and I left for the Rainbow and I found stuff for the trip and she worked on getting things for dinner.  I noted that Trader Joe's was not close enough so I made do with stuff that was similar to the items I liked there.  One item in particular allows the user to actually just boil the bag making the meal a lot easier to clean.

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With The Lithuanians

The day before I wrote this I left when the call ended finished the call.  I transferred to BART and got the bike fine.  I texted several people.  One was busy; another was at a work HH and a third said to text him later.  I rode home and had dinner with mom and dad.  I tried to get stuff done but my email to myself hadn't actually come in.  I was sad.

Eventually I quit and went to Beerhall and met my Twitter buddy at 10.  He had been in Corona Heights.  We talked about Twitter and I tasted a great Sour and a Saison.  The bartender had suggested I bring the bike in.  We walked up to Amsterdam then and had another.  I took the 38 to Arguello and then to the house.

I woke up to a message from my friend at 10 and rode to Java Beach and sat next to the same person that I sat next to the previous time I was there.  I also saw some friends from the Car Free Happy Hour but didn't say hello.  I returned to the house and mom and dad said they needed me to go to the store so I did a couple of things downstairs alone and then went to Gus'.

When I was done I rode to West Portal and met the professor.  McArthy's was crowded and loud so we went to Squat n' Gobble.  I had forgotten my notebook so I used a placemat.

We started with the some stuff and then we covered downloads.  He noted that I needed to adjust my style and triage.  I made notes about resources.  We went over goals.  There were 15 bullets that I need to get.  He said he breaks everything down.  I also decided that I needed my other notes and that SNAFUs are normal.  I noted that I should go to Momi Toby's.  We made a brief discussion of my priorities.  There was lot of history and I noted that I would have to get more info.

I walked to the bike and called the house.  They were with the Lithuanians.  My friend said she was on her way home.  I went to the Parkside Tavern and had a meal.  I looked at Twitter and then went home.  There I started on the notes and wrote that I would go to see my friend later.

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A Six Car Train

I wrote that the day before I got the bike in the rain and took the VTA and got on CT.  My friend and I interacted and my college friend said he sent in a recommendation.  My buddy mused about going on a bike ride.  I rode through JS to Ulloa and home.  I saw mom on the way in.  I mostly posted the rest of what I had and then sat with her to watch Family Guy.  I was in bed at 12.

I noted that I left the house this morning at 8 and took the 48.  I rode my bike to DC skipping coffee.  I didn’t have any cash and had to ride CT without a paper.  It was a six car train.  I moved around a lot.  VTA was on time.

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After One Too Many

On the fourteenth of May I wrote that the day before my friend and I were G-chatting and I thought she had made a reservation at Outerlands.  I took VTA to MV to Mib to DC and then got the bike.  There was traffic at JS but it was alright.  I took Sloat to 45th and discovered there wasn’t a reservation after all.  I sat at the bar eating toast and when my friend arrived we got a table.  I had the chicken she the cod and we got a bottle of wine.  We had a lot of fun.  I made a float and we had the chocolate.

We thanked our waitress and went to my place.  I told her the story of the garage room.  Then we went to the beach and she was mystified by the shells and water.  I took a bunch of photos and told her that I would show her how to make GIFs.

We went to the Riptide then and had whisky.  The buzzcocks came on and we asked the bartender about them.  The guy sitting next to us, had been locked out of his place.  We left after one too many and walked 46th to Quintera.  I left my friend by herself for a bit on the way.  Later I tried to make a GIF but somehow ended up falling asleep.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I wrote that when I left my house I looked back at the bed and I thought it was to check I hadn’t left anything but I now believe it was in longing.

It was Bike to Work Day and the three of us, they were coworkers, took Overlook through Golden Gate Park.  One of them was impressed with the route.  At the Panhandle we caught up with another one of their coworkers who was counting for Bike To Work Day.  She realized then that we had met at that event years ago.  We descended then to 17th and met more of their coworkers.  I also saw one of my Twitter friends.  The mayor came by at that moment and then I went with the troup of coworkers to a café where they picked up pastries for a friend’s birthday.

I went to CT then and grabbed a paper.  At MV I rode to work and caught up with SF2G people.  They said they had left from 24th Street BART.

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The Group Had Gone

I wrote that the day before I left at 330 and made all my transfers to the bike.  I made it home 15 minutes later than I wanted but mom and dad had decided to drive to Café International so it was alright.  I waited in the car and when we were ready I drove them to Fillmore and parked on Waller.

We sat at the counter drinking chai while their friend met friends for her photo show.  Dad and I talked about finance while mom made conversations.  I had called Alamo Grill and made reservations so when they finished singing happy birthday to another friend over the phone we walked up there.  On the way mom and I took pictures of SH Church because she thought that my grandmother had gotten married there.

When we arrived at the restaurant it took us a moment to find a good spot to sit but the host was very forgiving about it.  We all ordered fish but mom and dad had trouble finishing.  I should have simply split the meal with the two of them.  I also had a salad.  Later we had the crème brule and ice cream.  I noted that there was an old newspaper framed in the back that advertised the grill in 1946.  On the way out dad wanted to catch the 22 because he was freezing but we walked.  I left them at the café—the group had gone—and got the car.  I picked them up and the ride went alright.

I wanted to start working on my things then but after calling a friend I called it quits.  My phone was on silent so when she called back I missed it.  I went to check Google Voice and found that she had sung me a happy birthday.

On the morning of the day that I wrote this I got up late and missed the 48.  I ended up riding to Ambrosia and sitting there for a while.  Later I made my transfers and took the shuttle bus to work.

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The Wind Carried Me

On may twelfth I wrote that I rode home through heavy wind that added 15 minutes to my ride.  Mom and dad were out when I arrived.  I was alone when they called me for dinner.  Mom had some stomach pain.  We talked about our plans for my birthday.  I went down and posted and after a short while returned to the living room to watch TV.  I was in bed at 1130.

I woke up to find my light was on.  I then vaguely remembered waking from some dream and turning it on.  The alarm went off a bit later and I got my stuff and went to Ambrosia.  The wind carried me most of the way.  I dropped my bike at DC and CT was crowded.  I took the shuttle bus and when I got to the office I responded to at least ten happy birthdays on FB.  Later I wrote that I had breakfast and nearly 13 people wrote me a note or directly via the phone or iPod.  Later it grew to as many as 30.

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Family Over The Phone

On the eleventh of May I wrote that the last notebook that I had before the one I wrote these notes in started in February of 2014 and ended the day before I had written this.  The day I started that notebook I had finally gotten two bikes to Glen Park to go to East Bay Bike Party.  I had gotten a bruise that ride.

The professor had suggested we talk about teaching when I met him at a GIS happy hour.  I did my taxes two weeks early but got my return a week after returning from Chicago.  After that it took a week to get back to normal because I had to make the rounds about town.  Also, SF Bike Party two weeks prior to writing this wasn’t the best.  After the trip to Chicago I returned to my routine with mom and dad and I noted that they had basically entered a new phase in managing their health.  I also did two classes with the professor and then met him to discuss the classes a month hence.

More recently I had skipped Bike Party but visited the Castro Theater.  My friends and I went to Sunday Streets and I had a mother’s day session with the family over the phone.  I noted that in the morning of the day that I wrote this Charlie was ok at first but then she put her work face on and then stopped being friendly.  I sent a happy birthday to my brother and I couldn’t find my cup.  At MV I got the new notebook and rode Ellis to work.

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Fry the Quiche

On the tenth of May I spent about an hour writing at the grocery then.  I stopped in at my friend’s apartment and was alone for a bit.  My friend was confused and I realized that she didn’t know that her roommate and I were both by ourselves at in different parts of the apartment.  We had to skip dinner because of it and started to the Castro Theater to get tickets for Peaches Christ's Drop Dead Gorgeous.  We saw her other roommate on the way.

I had to cut someone while getting drinks because he had cut me.  We got really good seats.  The show was marvelous.  On the way out I had to leave my friend alone at a restaurant we didn't eat at and then she ran off.  I had suggested going to a market for food.  Later I looked in at Sparky's but found her at Park Chow.

In the morning of the day that I typed I was at my friend’s house.  She had started making Quiche.  However, it was taking a long time so we went to Four Barrel.  The streets were already prepared for Sunday Streets.  We went and got a pastry, coffee and beans and returned.  Her roommate had wanted us to get him coffee but we had already gotten back.  We had to fry the quiche while I finished the meal from the cafe because the oven was broken.

Later we walked through the street closure and looked at thrift shops while periodically getting coffee at Stanza and later 21 Grand.  On the way we saw my twitter friends and stopped by Arizmendi and Haus.  We also looked at some clothing shops. I looked at Clarion too.  At 21 Grand some guy had my shirt on.

We continued to Sycamore and tried to sit in the back.  Later we sat in the front and had chicken sliders and I had sour beers.  I ordered more chicken and they talked a lot about roommates until my riding partner came in.  I had interacted with the twitterers but he was the only one to stop by.  Apparently there was a volunteer party at Southern Pacific.  He went off to that and I accompanied my friend and her roommate to thrift town to look at clothes and furniture.

The roommate met some guys he knew then and left for the Eagle.  I decided to help my friend move furniture.  Later I went to the stores to get dinner and a new notebook--but I couldn't find one.  In the meantime I called my sisters and mother for mother's day and made my friend some really good miso soup.

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Amazed at Rush Hour

On the ninth of May I wrote that the day before I had left at 330.  I went to Sunnyvale and found that I was catching the same train anyway.  My riding partner informed me that Bike Party was in Lafayette and so I only discussed my friend's day.  I learned that it is ten minutes faster to go to the end of the line.  I took the normal route to her house--I was amazed at rush hour.

My buddy from bike party and I had a conversation.  He was on his way to the Party.  My friend and I, when we finally met up, decided not to attend and instead we headed out to the Sunset.  We walked to Safeway and rode to Page.  We saw tables on Pierce and then looked at bars on Haight.  On the way we saw my friend from the Caltrain commute Ryan and I checked in with him about his brother.  He asked about the Ladies Ride.

We settled on a wine bar in Cole Valley.  The meal was small but great.  Later we stopped at Durty Nellies and had another small bit to eat.  Later we watched the on demand movie Mordecai.  It wasn't very good.

At around 10 on the morning of the day I wrote this I went with my friend at Beachside.  Then we went to Andytown and saw people she knew.  I went home then and did some laundry and do some typing.

I went with a friend to scout out places for her photo shoot on the 16th like the bocce courts, windmills and the Chalet.  Then we took JFK to the Panhandle and stopped at the furniture shop to get the tables she wanted.  Later I had coffee at Whole Foods.

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So Had a Rye

I wrote the day before that I decided that Santa Clara was not the best choice so heeded to MV and on to Mib and DC.  JS and 19th was terrible again.  At West Portal I had another incident.  I was at McArthy’s before the professor so had a rye.

When he arrived we made small talk about conferences and other things.  I noted that he is the type of person that is naturally skeptical.  For instance he made that look that he makes when I described what I thought would be Planet Labs’ effect upon the 3d Printing industry.  Eventually he realized that these firms wouldn’t be using imagery to print things.  We talked about class.  And I said by as I rode away on my bike.  I went to Parkside Tavern and after I ate I went home and learned that a friend of mine intended to visit LA.  I tried to do my computing but ran out of steam.

In the morning I was up at 6 but left at 7.  I thought it was Bike to Work day so decided to go to CT downtown but at Central I realized that I was wrong.  I took the Grove to 7th route and boarded fine.

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Me Arepas and Yucca

On the seventh of May I wrote that the day before I caught a VTA and a CT just fine.  I was on my way to the CFHH.  I communicated with a couple of friend on the way.  I rode to ZG from 16th.  When I got there I had intended to get a meal from the grill but instead decided to say hi to my friends.  One of them had gotten me arepas and yucca.  I was so happy and surprised.

After this I chatted with the people about weird jobs, postcards and advocacy.  One of our friends had apparently been trying to sell postcards for a long time but wasn’t gaining traction.  I explained my idea and to the group and one of the people she started telling us about her experience along the 101 in the Bayshore area.  She introduced everyone to a lady firefighter.  I thought that I had met her before.

I went to a friend’s house and a lady came by to look at the house for a sublet.  I got a call from a friend from out of town.  Later I did the laundry for a while.

On the morning of the day that I wrote this I went to Four Barrel with a friend and rode to CT.  I got a call from a recruiter and noted that I should make an effort to interview for the job we discussed.  I noted that I might make a process map for AOIs.  I took the TVA and dropped the bike off.

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Some Expensive Appetizers

I noted that I figured out some stuff the day before but had to go.  I saw an aquaintance’s wife on the train.  I got the bike at Mib and I met a friend at Range and had some expensive appetizers.  I spent too much but the food was really good.  We headed to El Valenciano then and watched the dancing while my freind connect with her buddies.  I met some interesting people.  I was asleep at 1230

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I gave up on getting out of bed early.  I caught the 815 train and skipped the café at CT and opted for a Crunch Bar from my pocket.  I ended up talking to a girl on the train about her breakaway.  I barely made the VTA and bumped into my coworkers in the hall near the end of the work day my friend reminded me about Car Free Happy Hour.

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Discovered a Cesspool

I wrote that the day before I left at 4 and took the VTA to the CT.  On the way I noted that I might want to try going to Sunnyvale CT when I have a bike.  I got off at Mib and transferred.  Then I went from DC to JS and discovered a cesspool.  I got home fine and had bacon and kale with the parents.  Dad had lost a potato.

I spent a lot of time after that on the email/post backlog.  In the meantime, the professor had emailed me a few days before and I had gotten a couple of other emails about jobs.  I sent out a response to all of them.  I noted that I only needed a few more sessions before I am back on track.

I went upstairs and interacted with mom.  I saw and watched a couple of episodes of cartoons but struck me as more parochial than they were years ago.

I slept through the alarm at 530 and left at 610 but I wasn’t rushed.  I started a load of laundry.  I had some problems with cars on 19th and skipped coffee at Ambrosia.  I hated going through JS and got passed on Charles.  I left the bike at Mib.  I texted a friend on the VTA and we made plans for after I went to City College.

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Revved to Pass

On may fourth I wrote that the night before I didn’t realized the food I had eaten would make me feel bad till I was in bed.  I had an antacid.  I found a bruise on my arm.  In the morning of the day that I wrote this I awoke at 515 and the alarm went off at 535.  I didn’t set it correctly.  I got on the road with a pickup behind me and had my own lane most of the way.  I only had a problem at Division with a car that revved to pass.  I passed him at the circle.  I got coffee and a paper at CT and brought my bike onto the VTA.  At the office I started writing and then went to coffee.

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I had Everything Organized

On the third of May wrote that I returned to the room and did some typing.  I had trouble figuring out which item to type.  I was only able to type the 23rd once I had everything organized.  I had to leave for Park Chow immediately.  I stopped at Wells on the way to get money.  At 9th I parked next to my friend and my sister said there was a 30 minute wait.  We sat outside and then ended up in the patio.  We talked about our jobs and inside with talked about mental illness, our brother, my older sister's wedding and mom's health.

I noted that my riding partner had gone on a bike ride and we had agreed to hang out.  We had been delayed but he was at the Shamrock waiting for us.  We talked about Sonoma and my sister told us about the Birminghams.  We talked about Catholicism.  My sister left eventually.  My friend and I tried to play Connect 4 but she cheated so I quit.  My riding partner and I debated the best route to his house and my friend got us Irish coffee.  My partner left and my friend and I rode down Irving.  I wasn't alone for more than a moment when she ditched me to go to the beach.  I thought she was crazy so I went home.

In the morning I did some house work and I went with my friend to Beachside.  It was crowded but we found a seat.  She loved it.  After that we went to Andytown and she talked to her buddy.  Then we went to Swell and I introduced her to the mechanics.  He showed us some seats and handlebars.  We went to the Wiggle and at her place but her roommates had a meeting so I went to Valencia.  I called my buddy in Sacramento and he said I shouldn't bother with the job he had posted.  He had hired an analyst already.  His kids were being crazy.  I walked to Boarderlands and had a coffee.  I called my friend and then I looked at shoes and bought some Sketchers.  I then went to H+M and got a new jacket, which I wore on the 7 bus to my friend’s house.  We had a meal together.  Later I spent a lot of time tweeting and typing.

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Salsa in Annie

On May second I wrote that I spent some time thinking about an email about a job.  I took VTA to MV and spent some time alone in the town hating cars.  I took the CT to Mib and transferred to BART.  There was a game and the train was packed.  I went to Powell and parked in the lockers on O'Farrell.  I went to H+M and found shirts and a jacket I liked.  I went to Sketcher’s but couldn't find the shoes I wanted.  I tweeted at Starbucks and then tool the bike to Zane's and then parked at Hearst.  I saw salsa in Annie put on by the YBCBD.  I had enchiladas at the Grove while listening to a lady make a pitch to a young student.

I took the bike to meet bike party on the water front.  I noted that I would likely be bored.  They couldn't find any Volunteers.  We rode mission and crossed Market and back to ATT and heard the crowd cheering.  I saw an acquaintance at the valet there.  We ended up across from the lot that the Warriors wanted.  I stood with another acquaintance and it was cold.  I hung out with my riding partner and then was watching from a different place.  I saw the ride leader counting.  I counted about 150.  My partner and I spoke to a girl that wanted us to get her liquor.

We went to Holly Park via Wisconsin, Chavez and Crescent.  The climb sucked and many cars tried to pass us.  I wasn't impressed.  I had to catch up with a bunch of people that went the wrong way.  I hung out with my partner and some acquaintances.  Two ladies seemed to think the climb up Crescent was unnecassary.  Eventually I said bye to everyone.  I wanted to take the 23 but took the 48 instead.  My partner said that Valencia was barricaded.

On the morning of the day that I wrote this I texted my buddy in Sacramento, my sister and a friend before heading to Java Beach.  I had to return to the house for my key.  I got messages from two at that point.  I returned to the cafe and read and saw an acquaintance had taken a trip to Oakland.  I thought that I had made too many jokes about my riding partner.  My buddy in Sacramento said he would call me after his kids had gone to bed.  My sister and friend indicated that they would have dinner with me.  I noted also that my older sister had need for information and that later mom indicated that she had asked her too.

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Come in From Beerhall

On may first I wrote that the day before I was suffering from allergies as I went home on the trains.  I rode through all my transfers and got the bike to Ocean mostly fine.  I got a CT ticket and some sundries and rode home.  I had a lot of irritation from that ride and was relieved when I was done.

I hung out in the living room and study while mom organized her things and brought dinner out.  When we sat down I noted that mom felt overwhelmed by her work and needed to focus.  I started in with promoting my ideas then and this lasted all the way to the end of the meal.  It looked bad in retrospect.

I noted that my buddy texted in the meantime and I agreed to meet him at a beer event.  I called my other friend and made plans for Saturday.  She was on her way to dancing and planned on seeing her sister for Friday night.  That made it easier to plan for me.  I quit and rode to Amsterdam as mom was heading out to the beach.

I got acquainted with a lot of beer aficionados then.  They turned me onto some good beers.  I was mildly interested in some of the others there but eventually I fell into using the wifi.  I quit after a while and met the new people that had come in from Beerhall.  After that I took the 38 to Arguello and rode home.  I was in bed at 1145.

In the morning of the day I wrote this I was up late due to my allergies and caught a late 48 to the café.  I was early for the train.  However, the trains were all late and I didn’t catch the CT I wanted.  The inspectors looked at my new ticket but bumped the lady across from me.

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Emperor Norton’s Neice

On the thirtieth of April I wrote that the day before I left at 4 but the VTA was late.  Some of us didn’t make it to the CT.  At Mib I got the bike and texted my lawyer friend about the Emperor’s Bridge event at the Comstock.  I rode up Montgomery and he was there.  I met a guy who goes by NoNode.  Emperor Norton’s Neice made a few comments about her Greatest Uncle Joshua Norton.  The actor as the Emperor was there with the Clamper Norton and his entourage.  The ED recognized me and all was jolly.  My friend went back to work and I left as the ED grabbed a board member I knew to talk business.

I took a One California to Arguello and had Pizza at Giorgio’s.  A new waitress served me and I noted that the place had made some changes to their platform—more employees but greater turnover.  I rode home and made negative comments to a driver on 41st.  Bad form.  I went to bed almost immediately.  In the middle of the night my good friend texted me and I got it at 3 in the morning.  I also noted that an old classmate had posted to FB.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up late and took the 48 and passed through the Grove.  I crossed on the wrong side.  When I can’t cross from the Grove to the south side I should cross to the turning lane instead of coming into conflict with the people in the right turn lane.  I sat and read a Newsweek at Ambrosia.

At DC dropped the bike and the train was late.  I texted my old classmate about her post and she replied while I was waiting for CT.  I sat across from a fidgety girl and her boyfriend.  They turned out to be French speakers.

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.

A Job in SF

On April the twenty-ninth I noted that the day before I finished stuff and walked to the station.  I transferred at MV but picked up a falafel first.  Some lady came really close to me while I was riding a Google bike.  I boarded the train and texted a friend.  She was going to take it easy.  At Mib I got the bike and went to 24th and rode to the school.  I locked up and went inside.  The professor was preparing his lecture and I loaded my work.  It turned out that my app wouldn’t work so I had to make another.  I also started working on my presentation.  The professor did his lecture and when he got to my presentation he turned it over to me.

The presentation went alright.  The new slides weren’t necessary.  People clapped and I wasn’t certain why.  I didn’t feel cut out to be a teacher at that point.  The professor passed out the lab and then I helped people while working it myself.  I helped three people.  The first was across from me.  She didn’t see the difference between the window to choose and stuff and the one to choose things.  The second hadn’t filled out the selection window correctly and the third needed to learn the layout window tools.  The professor and I talked for a bit in here.  I felt that he didn’t really care if I came by to help or not and he also seemed to think that he didn’t need to share his plans with me.  He was helping a girl sitting next to me with the previous assignment.

I said bye to the professor Mono and missed the 48 so went to Papalote—mostly to wait but I had two tacos.  When I got on the bus there was a guy with a bike and that was it.  We passed a sad looking lady with a bike at around Douglas.  I rode home and started to figure out my laundry.  It had been my sister’s birthday and dad had had too much to drink at Parkside Tavern.  Mom asked me to dislodge him from the love seat.  I went to bed soon after that.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I slept in till 640 and rushed for the 48.  I rode down 19th and have decided since that a box turn from the west side of the intersection is better since there are likely less conflicts.  I got coffee at Ocean and was at DC for 17 minutes and never realized I needed to ditch the bike.  I left it at MV instead.

I thought I would receive a call on CT but the call came in while I was on the VTA.  There were fare inspectors on the train so I didn’t hear much of his introduction.  However, when he asked me about my needs I told him straight away that I wanted a job in SF.  We agreed at this point that the job wasn’t for me.

We discussed my connections.  He told me that the software firm we depended upon had shorted his industry.  He told me about his business.  They were looking at stations and sending the data on to their client.  He told me that they had a laptop from the company and that he had had a worker setting the process up but that he had been offered something else and left.  I gave him some suggestions and contacts in conclusion.

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.

My Bike Was Overburdened

On the 28th of April I wrote the day before that I packed an left. I got the bike but left the bag on my back for the VTA trip to MV.  Watching the bike on CT two students talked over me.  My bike was overburdened leaving from DC.  I had no trouble at JS or 19th.  However, I had three incidents in quick succession starting at a left turn at 39th and Santiago and ending at a left turn at 40th and Rivera.  First a lady didn’t put her blinker then the lady behind her decided I had inconvenienced her in the previous incident and finally a third lady came within reach at the last intersection-she was acting like I had done something wrong too.  I touched her rear view.

I was incredibly angry as I was unpacking.  However, right at that moment I was called for a dinner of hamburger and cous cous with the parents.  I told them a bit about the trip and made certain that dad knew that one of his FB comments had angered me.  I gave mom her camera back and she immediately uploaded the photos that Charlie had left to FB.  I went down to my room but discovered that my notebook was missing and I had no evidence of where it was.  I organized my room, did some laundry I watched a bit of TV before going to bed at 11.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 610 and rushed to BART.  I had no trouble except for the stairs to the train.  I was totally out of breath.  I transferred to CT with some guy that had an Ogre or a Big Dummy Surly.  He said he wanted a rack.  I told him to just get the kind of rack that hooked ot the brake holes but he wanted to braze some holes onto the bike.  He boarded and fell asleep.  I caught a VTA and found my notebook at my desk.

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.

Ecstatic About The Butterflies

On April twenty-seventh I wrote that the preceding Saturday I tried to type while flying to SFO but only got a few paragraphs in.  There was an open seat next to me and I was keeping our food boxes in it.  I wrote a little but eventually I got the computer out.  We looked at photos for quite a while.  I also spent a lot of time looking at the coast.

When we arrived at Terminal 1 I got the bags and we ascended to the Airtrain.  We got on BART and then off at 16th.  My companion’s friends from New York were waiting for us in the Mission after visiting the Ferry building.  We walked Valencia and found them at her house.  We made arrangements for a bit and then caught a cab to Mission and Valencia to have a bite at Emmy’s.  There was a wait so we tried some local flavor at the Cuckoo first.

At Emmy’s one of them—the designer—had a bunch of favorites and we followed her lead.  My companion and I shared a spaghetti and meatballs.  Later we took photos in the booth and then walked back towards Duboce.  The other New Yorker—the engineer—followed a bit behind the girls with me because it was clear that they had some catching up to do.  He and I got to know each other.  He noted as we passed it that Ritual had changed a lot since he had last seen it.

I got up really early the next morning and when I interacted with my friend and the New Yorkers we agreed to get on the F and go to Blue Bottle to have their waffles.  A couple of us grabbed a table while the rest stood were in line.  We had eggs and waffles and siphon coffee and the conversation was about authenticity in coffee production.

Later we walked up Market and up Grant to Broadway and the girls looked at stuff.  The engineer told me about start up culture and his new intern.  He said that his work week entails office work, a trip to Connecticut and working from home.  My friend showed me a jacket at Al’s attire and the designer and I looked at some fabric books.  The engineer looked at buying a pair of shoes and then we went to another store.

They were looking at jewelry I think but I got bored so went to Shein and Shein to look at maps.  The shop’s dog somehow knew that the group was with me when they found me there.  We then climbed to Coit Tower and sat in the shade.  My friend was ecstatic about the butterflies and hummingbirds.  The engineer told me about NY’s turgid bike culture.

We walked down to Rose Pistole at that point and had what amounted to tapas though it was all Italian.  My friend and I had prosecco.  I had Potatoes Aioli and she had the asparagus.  After that we went to City Lights but I also talked to the bartender at Visuvio about Capp’s closing.  I ended up looking at an Earth First! Magazine at City Lights for a bit.

We walked down Columbus then and over to Clay.  They went into Starbucks alone and we all went to the Embarcadero and sat down to eat the macaroons purchased from Miette the day before.  After that we hopped an F and headed to the Marriot to take in the view of the city form above.  My friend and I had a bit more prosecco and we agreed to go to a South Asian place that the New Yorkers knew.  After we ordered they noted that the menu had changed.  There was South Asian music on the TV.

We took the F to Market and Guererro and had tea at my friend’s house.  When we discovered that the movie they wanted to watch was not available we spent some time chatting and eventually I said good bye.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I had no trouble with traffic but I didn’t have a cup and that made getting into Caltrain difficult.  I read the paper and the train was behind.  I took the TVA.  I noted that my commute was expensive.

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.

I Was Commuting Downtown

On the twenty-fifth of April I wrote that I went to bed writing at midnight on the 23rd and then slept pretty well.  I heard, as if from far away, my companion talking in her sleep.  The next morning she told me that in her dream she had gone to a bar when she had forgotten her credit card and had had to make a 200 dollar tip.  I dreamt that I was in an SF where it would snow regularly.  The country had been conquered by pre-modern Germans.  The dream looked like a TV drama.

We realized we would need to do laundry and our artist friend (who does tattoos) had told us where to go the day before.  We grabbed a bag and walked up Sawyer.  There were construction guys.  We had to circle the block at Kimball because Milwaukee was angled there and we didn’t see Diversey Street.

We made the laundry and walked to Intelligencia and then walked back to switch to a dryer.  Some guys were repairing a sign.  Then we walked to Lula.  We had to walk around the park at Logan Square.  We sat in the back.  My companion had creamed nettles and I had bacon and eggs.

We crossed the park and got some Divvys and returned to the laundry.  We passed the construction guys again on Sawyer. One of them said he had a fixie.  My companion dumped the laundry and we headed to Humboldt Park via the boulevards and Palmer Square.  She left me alone for a moment while we cruised around the lakes.  I noted that the parks are odd south of Humboldt because they are on the edges of neighborhoods.

At Franklin I decided that I didn’t have enough information to identify what had been on Governor’s Parkway previously.  I was under the impression that there had been an old factory there.  We decided not to continue along the boulevards at Lake because there was a bike path that connected to Ashland station under the tracks.  While there I thought that I could take a photo but a pink line train came along and we boarded that instead.

It was a short train.  We got off at State and Lake and walked across the river.  My companion took photos of the Marina condos while we descended to the Kinzie.  She really wanted to see new coffee shops so we found a place called Bow Tross.  On the way I saw one of the presenters from my session but only talked to her for a second.  We had a delicious tart and some coffee.  I went over to the Merch Mart alone and my companion met me there.  We then boarded a Brown Line and went to Congress and Jackson.  She lost a broach that her roommate had purchased for her.

I wanted to see a store there but we discovered that it was a hip hop brand and neither of us were interested in that type of clothing.  We rented some Divvys then and rode out to the lake.  That was where we discovered that it gets really cold in the shadows downtown.  In the sun it warmed up though.  We took pictures of the Willis tower from the lakeside and then stopped by a yacht club.  I snuck in alone.  When I came out again my companion told me that her phone had died so we decided to figure out how to recharge it.

We rode the Lakeside trail to Oak Street and dumped the Divvys for a drink at the Drake.  We tried to charge the phone there but had no luck.  I texted our artist friend instead and also got a call from some recruiter in Stockton.  I was really disinterested in the job that he was offering but his boss in San Ramon was calling me right after.

My companion had been calling the Hancock Center the Death Star up to that point.  We went to Bloomingdales near there and walked around.  We looked at boutiques and then went inside to look at their jackets.  My companion checked out a vintage shop there.  We went to Washington Square then and caught the Red line to Argyle.  On the way we passed over the Italian place we had gone the night before and Wrigley Field.  There are bleachers above the buildings there.  I also noted that there are four sets of tracks at Argyle.

We walked by the St Augustine school and then walked up State Street.  There were a few neat shops there but most of them were closed.  We went to Lady Gregory’s then and had some drinks.  We made plans to eat with our artist friend at Rez’s but later we found a few places that may have been better.  We got a really big table and I went in the back and found the place was huge.  When I came back I found we weren’t alone anymore as our friends had found us.  We had falafel and Mediterranean salad.  We got some beer and talked about my companion’s roommate.  I thought the food was ok but there was too much and I wasn’t able to finish it.

We went to Simon’s Tavern then and met a local girl—a musician that tours on occasion.  She told us that she played the violin.  They talked about the good old days when they both used to live in Andersonville/Uptown.  I gave up on trying to participate then.  Sue took us to the store then and we caught an Uber ride and said bye.  I noted while looking out the window that Chicago is a different place when viewed out a car window since some streets like Ashland are designed for cars.  At the place my companion and chilled on the couch and then I took some time to be alone for a while before going to bed around 11.

In the morning I slept through the alarm but got up a bit later and left.  I went to Intelligencia and after eating I filled up a cup for the road.  On the train I sat next to a lady that wasn’t happy that I sat too close to her.  I felt like I was commuting downtown.  I got off at 1 West Randolph Center and went to Wacker where I saw a ghost bike and then went to the Illinois Center.  I accessed the wifi then and eventually found the room that a well-known transportation advocate was presenting in.  I was in time to catch the end of the first session.

He was in the back listening.  I sat near the front and listened to the end of session discussion.  I noted down all of the different people that were involved.  I went and got coffee after wards and met a guy who taught at CCSF.  I returned to the same room then and my professor from grad school was there talking to the academic.

Many of the same people were there for the second session it was just that their roles were reversed.  One of the presentations was about vision zero and another was about truck routes.  The academic’s was about “street fights” but focused on the relationships between neoliberal and progressive politics in relationship to transportation.  When the presentations were done my professor said hi to me but only just that.

After this I went down to the bar for a drink and then to the poster presentations.  I was really early to meet my old coworker from the gas company.  However, the conference only had business meetings to offer.  I noted that I had missed a session that was distinct in its attendance by professors from my university.

I got lost in Illinois Center on my way to Millennium Park and once there I waited a moment before my old coworker showed up.  He took me to a Thai place on Ohio called Dao.  When I told him where I was working he told me he used to work for a company that my new employer had purchased.  He said he quit because of the possibility of takeover.  He said that was when we returned to the gas company.  Later he was on hiatus with them and that was how we ended up working together.

He said he had just gone to Green Bay for a meeting and had come back the day before.  I told him about my experience after working together.  I noted that he had family in SF.  As we walked back to his office he told me to forget about our last project and concentrate on large data systems.

I found my companion at the Giant Silver Bean then.  I had gotten lost under Millennium Park.  We took a lot of photos.  She told me that she had gotten up and had had coffee and went to Wicker Park and Ukrainian Village.  Apparently there is very little open around noon there but she had found new cape and ditched her old jacket.  We wandered the loop for a bit passing through the library.  We ended up going to the bars at the Wit so that we could check out the views from the top.  She got a cheese plate and we looked at the views.

After that we went to the Loop and almost got on the wrong train to Oak Park.  Once we were on the correct train we identified which station to get off at to visit Wright’s studio.  We saw the regional rail out the window as we traveled.  We got off at our station and walked up Ashland to Lake.  We saw several Wright buildings while walking around Oak Park and that surprised us.  We also noted it was late and damp so we went to a restaurant.  It was called Winberie’s.  We had prosecco and salmon on a plank with beets.  The hostess charged my companion’s phone.

We had a couple of drinks at the bar on the way out and then hopped in a cab.  I followed our trip on my companion’s phone and the driver wound through Oak Park on the way to our place.  He didn’t seem to like my directions so had us enter the address into his GPS.  It was pouring pretty good by then.  When we got out the driver insisted I give him all my cash.  We hung out for a while and I was in bed around 11.

On the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 10 but my companion had gotten up before me.  I had to catch up with her packing.  I made certain that my computer and notebook were accessible and then checked for transit options.  We left the apartment of a week then and rushed for a bus but that didn’t work.  We ended up in a cab headed down Milwaukee and got off at Damen where we had coffee at Colomb—it was beneath the station.

We talked and took photos there and my companion asked about other coffee shops.  As we were leaving a lady with a bike helmet told her she looked like her 3rd grade teacher.  We walked down Milwaukee to Worm Hole.  My companion had stopped in at a shop so I went in to order.  The place had a deLorean and lunch boxes everywhere.  I told the barista my name was McFly.  The coffee took too long.  We used a floppy disk to log into the Wifi.

We walked to Damen Station then and just missed a train and had to wait under the complementary heating lamps.  The ride took 25 minutes and then we had to navigate to the kiosk.  We went to the wrong one and when we found the correct one we were too late.  I told myself to calm down and we talked to a ticket person.  She told us we had to get tickets for the next plane, go through security and hope we could board our flight.

We ran and that worked.  I had to get a pen then and that was when I started to write.  Initially we had to sit separate but eventually we got to sit next to each other.  The lady on the other side was watching the movie Lucy and that was distracting.  We ate Pringles and had a few drinks.  While descending to PHX and my thoughts turned to disaster.

When we landed I was the most impatient of all.  My companion and I hustled around to out next plane and she needed food so we went to a brewery.  She didn’t like me being so impatient but I knew we didn’t have a lot of time.  When the food was about to arrive I went to the plane and my companion showed up with our food in boxes.  I finished writing as we finished eating.  The plane was half full.

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.