Through the Melee

On the seventeenth of June I wrote that I left for the train and the shuttle was not available.  I had to skip a train at Mib to get the bike.  I went to campus and locked up.  I did my preparation.  The Warriors were about to win the championship and many were not in.  The lecture was as easy as I thought it would have. I think his labs are too fiddly.  The demo covered the elements that I had trouble with.  We segued into the lab fine too.  I was surprised when people started leaving but it was the game really and eventually I left.

I went and got my bike and was hungry.  I stopped at Phoenix as the game ended but heard from a friend and went to her house.  She was walking her old coworker to her bike.  I then accompanied her through the melee to the Phoenix and we had food.  When I heard she had gone to the Better Market Street hearing at the MTA I was surprised and pleased.

IN the morning of the day that I wrote this I was out of the house at 6 and couldn’t find coffee until Bart got me to Mib 15 minutes early.  I went to Horrible Coffee and found no paper.  At MV I caught the shuttle and was alone for coffee.

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Pick Up The Slack

On the sixteenth of June I wrote that the day before I had dinner at work because I left later and the parents were eating early.  It turned out to be easier.  The shuttle was empty and the train was faster than normal because it skips Redwood City.  At DC I got the bike and experimented with my ride home.  I took Charles, Brotherhood, Galindo, Font, Lake Merced, Middlefield (Everglade in the future) and Sloat to 44th.  It saved me ten minutes and made my commute the same as when I worked at PG&E.

Alone at home I did laundry and got the mail.  The parents were doing stuff upstairs but I was posting and doing class prep.  I moved along with Hello Nasty in the background.  I worked a bit on a friend’s Resume but didn’t really interact with her.  I watched TV and packed.  I was in bed at 1215.

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Rushed with My Hands

On June fifteenth I wrote that the night before I watched a bit of TV, packed for work and went to bed.  In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 535 but got dressed too slow.  I rushed with my hands full and though I missed the bus I luckily caught up to it because of a passenger at Pacheco.  I stopped at Starbucks and got coffee, rode to DC and locked up.  I had to repack on the platform and later boarded CT just fine.

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A Ten Dollar Deposit

I wrote that the day before I had finished typing and organizing around 715 and headed to Japantown via Magnolia where I picked up a ten dollar deposit for a bottle.  My friend was waiting for me at the garage.  We walked around while we waited for a table at Waraku.  The meal was great.  We had a great time there and also didn’t expect to have an equally good time at Festa since it was a Karaoke bar.  Later we went to her house and watched North by Northwest.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I rode to Judah and met my riding partner.  We went to Andytown.  Then we went to the Great Highway and rode the Sunday Streets route.  There weren’t a lot of people there at that early hour.  Our friend showed up while we were looking at tents and then my buddy went by.  We followed him to the Coalition tent.  My riding partner and I went to Java Beach then and I had a second cup of coffee.

I later organized my things and had a conversation with mom.  My sister texted to confirm my plans for her wedding.  I put on an outfit and sent pictures to my friend with whom I had a long conversation about bike organizing.  We talked about other stuff.  Later I had dinner with the parents and continued I started working.  Later mom came done to ask me about Spam.

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Black Lives Matter Rally

I wrote that I got off of work at 430 possibly.  I had lost my iPod but the receptionist had it.  I took the shuttle to MV and went to the beer store and the falafel shop before boarding CT.  I met a guy on BART.  After I got the bike at DC there was a medical emergency on the next car so I had to take the next train.  During the trip to Oakland I learned that my friend would be in Alameda that night so I made plans to interact with her later.

At Mosswood I interacted with a guy my old job.  I also met the BBQ guy before running into my riding partner.  The ride went through Piedmont and I rode with a fellow partier all the way to Lake Merritt.  The ride ran in to a Black Lives Matter rally and there were a lot of cops.  However, I think they didn’t know how to react to the bike party.

I hung out with my riding partner and then the ride left Merritt.  I was interacting with a guy about handle bars and with another partier was nearby.  There was a lady that was chasing two cyclists and I went in front of her to slow her down.  She tapped my back wheel and I went down.  I left my bike there and she was yelling at me from inside her car.  A lot of people were crowding around us.  She got out and made a lot of accusations.

I asked her for her insurance and she said she was calling the cops.  I noted that no cops showed up though.  I asked but forgot her name.  I was alright and a brief check of my bike revealed the same for it.  There had been a lot of men around initially but later there were a lot of women standing nearby.  They were especially forthcoming towards me and one even gave me her card.

I noticed that several people described the incident as though I had caused it.  The driver said I was doing it in an underhanded way.  The ladies said that I had precipitated the interaction and my perception was that I had to slow down the lady to stop her.  My partier friend and I talked about it after I had ridden away.  He said I had been calm and collected.  He said the lady shouldn’t’ be allowed to drive.  I told him I didn’t believe it would have been a good idea to escalate the incident.  On a personal level I believed I had been successful at stopping the lady.

My friend had texted after I interacted with the sweep and I said bye to others.  I found my friend inside 12^th Street Station and told her about the incident and we talked about it.  At Civic Center we stopped by Beerhall.  She gave me a good talking to about being safer on the street my accident during Bike Party.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this we woke up at 10 and had food at my friend’s house.  I ground the coffee.  We ruined my cup with bad milk.  I had some of hers with my eggs.  Afterwards I went to the store and when I got back I watched her clean for a bit and interacted with her roommate.  On the way home later I was supposed to drop a bottle off at Magnolia but I went to Swell instead.  At home I talked to the parents about my sister’s wedding.

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The Process of Looking

On the twelfth of June I wrote that I left at around six and was less than thrilled.  I caught the shuttle and then the CT and onto BART.  I rode home on the bike.  By then I had gotten in touch with my friend and I started the process of looking for a way to get to Reno.  I decided that the tickets I was looking for were too expensive so I had to identify a new way to get there.  I spoke to mom and gave up.  Later I finished posting and went to bed.

On the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 630 but missed the 18.  I rode to Ocean for coffee and onto DC and took the shuttle from MV.

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Time for Cake

I wrote that the day before I left at 4 and the VTA was late.  I caught the next CT but on the phone learned that dinner was at my little sister’s.  I got my bike and had no trouble till Ulloa where a lady in a VW ran a stop sign.

I caught up with my brother in law while waiting for the parents and watched my sister do things.  I hugged my niece who was turning 6.  The nephew was quiet.  The parents arrived and the house was louder.  My niece got doll clothing and she gave me a picture.  We were having ribs and salad and I ate a lot of it.  John had taken to making jokes about my cycling.

I was texting my friend when it was time for cake.  I needed to check on whether she would go to Reno with me.  My older niece was on video because the younger niece was blowing out the candles.  Everyone ended up playing Clue and I decided to leave.  I rode home and started my work.  I wanted to post but discovered that I had to cancle my new credit card.  At ten I tried to contact a friend but she was busy sewing.

On the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 630, took the 18 to Westlake and left Starbucks with ten minutes to spare.  I left the bike at DC and transferred all the way through the shuttle just fine.

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There Was Karaoke

I wrote that the day before I left at three and caught the VTA to MV.  At Mib I had to get the bike and missed the train but the next came quick.  At 24th I went to the school and saw the professor as I was locking up.  I met some people on the way inside.  The professor and I talked and I noted that people were there.  He showed me stuff.  I had to get things done.  We started a presentation after I learned from the professor.  The history part was easy but took a while.  I opted to skip the end of the presentation.  I made a description of some things and left.

At 24th and Valencia I saw a friend going home.  The wait for the bus sucked.  A bus literally disappeared.  I went to Castro and the next one came.  I went over the top and rode down to Parkside Tavern but the kitchen was closed.  I ended up eating pizza and going to the Riptide.  There was no bike parking and a girl was screaming at the bouncer about her id.  There were a lot of what seemed to be underage women at the bar.  There was karaoke.  I was in bed around 12.

I wrote that in the morning of the day that I wrote this I caught the bus at 655 and rode through drizzle to Westlake and had a coffee.  I over exerted myself getting to BART and locked up.  I saw some familiar faces on the way to CT and at MV I saw a friend from Twitter.

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It Took Too Long

On the ninth of June I wrote that the day before I took the shuttle to MV.  I left early because everyone was in a meeting.  It was really hot out and I was uncomfortable on the train.  At Mib the bike had exactly five hours left.  I tried to take the 18 from John Muir but it took too long.  At home I had a difficult dinner with the parents.  I complained about my commute.

I went to my room.  I posted and I noted that I had posted a Streetsblog article that a high school classmate was rather combative about.  The comments after that weren’t great.  The guy cooled off but it was clear that things were tense.  Later I watched TV till 12 and went to bed.

On the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up around 550 and made it to the 18 with only a moment to spare.  I tried to go to boulevard but they were closed.  Then I went to Starbucks and used the wifi.  I was trying to mitigate the fallout from my FB post but ended up rushing to BART.  There was no paper there.  I ended up getting one at Mib when I dropped the bike.  I saw my Twitter friend at MV and then took the shuttle.

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Remember my Dreams

On the eighth I wrote that it was three when I sent a message to my friend.  Thirty minutes later she responded.  She recounted Saturday.  When she logged off I went to dinner.

The championship game was on at Celia’s when I arrived by foot so I had to wait till half time for seat.  I noted that an old classmate was there and the regular was there too.  The bartender seemed really busy but she acted nice.  I walked straight home when I was done.

My friend had sent a message to my iPod about twenty minutes after I had left but I was out.  I replied and started on my work.  I wanted to review my notes, emails and the to-do list but while writing up the emails my friend responded.

She had been speaking to her roommate we started talking about other things at that point but then signed off.  I started on the presentations and got a drink and talked to mom.  When I was done I watched some TV and went to bed around 12.

On the morning in that I wrote this the alarm went off and I couldn’t remember my dreams.  At some point I jumped out of bed and rushed to catch an 18.  I had all of my stuff.  I was at Starbucks in Westlake around 615 and then rode with coffee to DC BART where I got a paper.  I forgot to dump the bike so did it at Mib but forgot my notebook.  I saw a Twitter friend before getting on the VTA.

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Found a Striped Shirt

On the seventh of June I wrote that I left the house walking because I wanted to check in with my friend about the ride on the next day.  I noted that she might have to take her bike into the shop.  I rode to Cole Valley and met my buddy.  We had coffee and talked about the local shops.  We went to Decades Of Fashion and then to Wasteland.  I found a striped shirt.  We stopped by Goodwill and looked through images of people in berets on the internet.  We headed to Cal Surplus then were I looked at a bunch of shirts and hats.  I settled on two hats and then we went next door.  There I found a Navy outfit that just barely fit.

In the meantime my friend called to say that I was right about her bike.  She had also told me to come by around 5.  I said bye to my buddy then and went across the street to look for a basket and then I went to Delux to wait until it was time to go to my friend’s house.  I watched the rest of the Giants game and talked to the bartenders.  It was a bit too early when I shot down to the wiggle.

I left a little later.  On the way up the hill going home I rode up Page to Irving and onto the house.  I dropped my stuff and reorganized my things.  I left then and headed to Civic Center.  I took the Panhandle and only had maybe one incident.  I took the train to Ashby and when I arrived I learned that the Hella Big Bike Party would leave in a half an hour so I went to Shattuck and had some Enchiladas.  When I came back the ride had not left so I waited.

While waiting I saw a quadriplegic had caught his electric wheelchair on a wall.  The controller which he controlled with his head had been made askew.  I asked if he needed help but he had trouble interacting with me so I simply pulled his chair out and adjusted his controller.  At first I thought that he may have been indignant about this but he really couldn’t say much beyond groans.

The tray on his chair had a board with letters and words.  I watched him using his pointer and realized that he still needed some help and tried adjusting his controller a bit more.  He toggled it then and sped off.  However, a moment later he stopped and returned.  I stood there watching while he moved his head around; his pointer indicating words on his tray: “thank you.”

When he sped away the second time I noted that bike ride was getting ready to go.  I got on the bike and he headed out.  We took Ashby and went under the BART tracks and past the hospital to Broadway.  I ran over some guy’s phone.

A few blocks later we stopped and the ride leader indicated that we had to wait for the stragglers.  I few cops passed.  When the riders caught up we continued onto downtown.  I talked to the guy about his phone.  He had put it in his breast pocket and it had fallen out but when he retrieved it was alright.

Right past the freeway we headed south toward a parking lot with an adjacent alcove under the freeway.  There the ride leader presented the group a birthday cake with a number four on it.  She suggested that the Gemini’s come forward and one of them was a lady I remembered from SF Bike Party.  There was fire dancing and I saw a couple of others that I knew from Bike Party but I only had one beer and had a long way to go home so I left.

I went to Lake Merritt and took the train to Civic and then climbed Hickory to Page and beyond.  I only had one problem at Octavia.  I watched TV til I went to bed at 12.

The mooring of the day that I wrote this I was up around 10 and headed to Java Beach.  There I read the paper and looked at Twitter.  My buddy called to say he was late but I told him I wasn’t going to the ride. I got ready to go home and my riding partner texted.  I told him to talk to my friend.  I went home and was not super happy about the ride.  My friend had dug herself into a hole and I felt that there was very little I could do to change things.

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Old Tech Coworkers

On the sixth of June I wrote that the day before I had left the office and ran to the VTA.  The CT was delayed because of a fatality at Atherton.  I calculated that the train was 30 minutes late when I got my bike from the Valet.  I was following a fellow passenger for a while up Duboce until I got to my friend’s house.  She had been with her old tech coworkers.

She had made a meal of amaranth and egg that was alright.  Her roommates passed through.  I tried to help her adjust her bike but she said that she would go to the shop the next day.  She told me she wouldn’t go to Bike Party.  I left a moment later and headed to the meet up for the ride.

Some guy on Fell thought I was in his way.  At the conservatory all the people I expected were there.  I talked to the guys and noted some organizers and stalwarts.  The ride left 20 minutes late and we rode over the gated pedestrian tunnels to the back of the Academy and onward to ninth.

I counted about 250 on the ride and noted how I often feel glum in all of this because I don’t know what to say to people.  I ended up at the front of the ride as we approached Irving.  A lot of people were taking photos and gawking.  At 19^th the ride broke into three groups and there was a truck blocking the way.

I said hi to an organizer and one of the guys and then stopped at the bank.  We continued up 25^th to Kirkham and then on to 34^th.  I was with the sweep crew at this point.  I ended up in conversation with a guy who had his lock on his bike funny.  The organizer was trying to manage Ortega and a local bike celebrity that rides a trike was near the front at around Vicente.  I fell into conversation with a good friend on Crestlake as we headed to the Grove.  One of the guys thought there were cops but the tri-cyclist led us in to the grass and things were fine.  I stood with the guys for a while.  My buddy showed up around when I finished my whisky.

When that stop ended I climbed up to the top and headed out to Sloat.  I was trying to get ahead of the group and passed a girl that had come on the Lady’s ride on the way.  I got some beers at the pizzeria.  I was blown away I could do that.  On Great Highway I saw a mountain biker I knew and talked to the guy with the lock again.  I also saw the tall guy that drinks whisky and rode with the guys into the Park.

We went to Chain of Lakes and the group kind of broke up but we managed to get back together.  My buddy and my riding partner both indicated that they were headed to the Baguette and Beret ride.  I suggested they meet me on Haight Street in the afternoon and my buddy was fine with that.  I re-met a girl I knew and said bye to some others and went home to watch some TV.  I was in bed at 12.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 8 and had coffee.  I was reading the paper when dad came in to ask about the trip to Reno.  I was done around 10 and went down to type.  I told the guys I was late and my friend apparently hadn’t done anything.

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The Bumps at 30th

On the fifth of June I wrote that I finally got done and rushed to the VTA but my transfers to DC, where my bike was, went smoothly except for a delay at Colma.  I was stopped dead at Glen Park though and had to take San Jose to Valencia—which was alright except for the bumps at 30th.

I dropped the bike at my friend’s and walked.  Apparently the girls had had a drink near work after getting laid off but they had told me to meet them at Martuni’s.  One was waiting for a bunch of tech people and I sat next to my friend and another person and spoke at length to a lady.  Some others were at the end of the tables and one guy looked like Elvis.  I dumped my martini on my pants.

The tech guys showed up and my friend and I made to leave.  We were hampered first by some new guy, an acquaintance who had just arrived and finally some random tech guy.  When we got outside we walked to her place.  Her roommate was making dinner and offered to feed us.  I walked to the store to get more food and when I returned we ate.  I was asleep by 11.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I skipped the first train of the morning and had coffee with a friend at Four Barrel.  We talked about projects—in photography and video.  She told me that her sister may want to use me in a photo session.  She said that the Wednesday before she had visited a friend from tango and I was not surprised.  I noted that after that I barely made the next train.  I sat next to a business man and got to work at 10.

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Sat with Transportation Personalities

On June fourth I took the VTA to CT and BART at 430.  Some lady asked how to get on BART.  She clearly had gone to Silicon Valley from 4th and King but lived in Berkeley.  I assumed that she worked downtown and had had a meeting.

I got off at 16th and went to Pica Pica.  They had had a power failure or connection problems and could not give change.  I took my meal to Zeitgeist and sat with transportation personalities.  I ate my meal across from a planner from Caltrans.  He was probably a good person to know but I needed to ask a guy from CalBike some stuff so went to his table.  He and a lady from CTA were talking about the Mission Moratorium.  Later they started talking about SFPark people.  One was good friends with the SFPark crew but they were still critical of them.  I noted a few people leaving.

One, a professor, who had also been arguing about the moratorium, came by then but he had started a new conversation about the SFTRU’s policy statement on Leap.  Meanwhile, I had been speaking with an engineer came about the bridge path.  Eventually I was finally able to ask the guy I had met about bike paths but he knew nothing.  We talked at length about MHL instead.

Later a community organizer form Polk Street sat next to me at this point and she engaged the people about the Moratorium.  We asked her about her local politicians and she called the incumbent coachable.  Others like her challenger.  She and I talked about nefarious downtown politics then but I soon left.

I walked to Safeway and at Divis I walked again, this time on the phone with my friend.  She was on her way to Golden Gate Heights and said she would text me.  I rode home then and ended up talking to mom in that professorial manner that I am always so apprehensive about.  I spent an hour tweeting and watched TV before going to bed.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 730 and took the 48 to 21st and rode to Ambrosia.  I crossed 19th again and took BART to CT where I caught a local and headed to work.

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Ample and Good

On the third of June I left at 3.  The window guys had moved my gbike.  I got my bike and took the VTA.  I was relieved when I caught the train at 326.  I messaged my friend about it.  I thought I was going to miss my BART train but it was alright.  I got off at 24th and rode to school.  The doors were locked and I found the professor inside negotiating with the cop in charge at that point.  A call to the dean fixed everything.

I didn’t like the slide show.  I noted that there are about six items in the first part that need to be covered before the break.  The professor did a bit of follow up.  Had I been able to anticipate the slides it would have been easier.  The professor didn’t seem pleased with this but I had to move on.  The professor explained some of the errors in the lab.  I was bothered by this but let it go.

People had trouble with the lab and about 20 minutes passed for that.  One student taught me some stuff.  Later the professor and I had a chance to talk and I discovered that I hadn’t done terribly but I knew that I still had a lot of work ahead of me.  One student seemed less than happy.

Later I was in a rush to get to my friend’s because she had made dinner for me and her roommate.  When I got there the roommate was crying because she had lost one of her clients to old age.  We talked about that lightly and I talked about my experience as well.  The food was ample and good.  I got to bed at 11.

On the morning of the day that I wrote this I had few problems on the ride to CT.  I had to find the paper because there weren’t any vendors.  The coffee could have been late but wasn’t.  The train ride was normal and my friend texted to say she slept late and I told her I would go to CFHH.  On the way into my building I talked to mom.  Her ailments seemed to be environmental and not due to the drugs she is taking.  She had gone to my niece’s graduation and was eating normal.  The window cleaners made my entrance to the building difficult.  My friend said that she wouldn’t do to the CFHH.

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Window Cleaners in Front

On the second of June I wrote that I did sit-ups and left the office.  I rode the VTA with a guy that was harassing passengers.  At DC BART I had to put money on the card and I crossed JS with the pedestrians.  I got a new CT ticket on Ocean and checked with the parents.  They waited and when I got home I had dinner with them.

I went down and did my posting.  I returned upstairs after a couple of hours.  Dad was watching the Giants and was grumpy.  When he went to bed I watched Bob’s Burgers and mom came in a bit later to nap on the couch.  I was in bed at 1130.

In the morning of the day I wrote this I was up at 530 and tweeted for a bit.  I was to slow getting to Ocean and had to skip coffee.  At DC I discovered I didn’t have my cup anyway.  The news vendors were laid off so, I noted, I would have to go it alone from then on.  I saw a coworker at Mib and the ride went alright.  I saw a lady that normally rides CT home with me on the VTA without her bike.  There were window cleaners in front of the office.

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Just a Pork Chop

On the first of June I wrote that I wrote up my last post until I got to a natural break and had lunch—probably around 1.  It was just a pork chop, eggs and quesadillas.  Mom came in and I did the dishes.  I had done about three hours up to then but had also done about three on the day before.  I was at the point of analysis when I was done with lunch.  I worked for about three hours then and then tidied the kitchen and other things.  When dad came home from his trip to the ballpark with his accountant I broached the subject of having dinner with a friend.

Around five I tried to call the professor about software and sent him a message.  SFTRU called me and I tweeted about it.  By six I had made some progress with the analysis and tried to contact the professor but was not successful.  I made a list of things to discuss with him and sent him an email before I left.  My friend and I had made plans for nine.

I rode past Swell and the mechanic there passed me in his car.  I stopped at Wells but didn’t get a CT ticket.  I had an interaction with a BMW at Buchannan.  At my friend’s I found the professor had emailed me and allayed my concerns about class.  My friend and I went to Domo for an adequate but expensive meal.  Walking up Octavia we discussed our parents.  She told me that on Thursday she would go to Martuni’s with coworkers.  She told me more about her roommates and we agreed to g-chat about taking a trip in the near future.  We got some whisky.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up early enough to go to Starbucks and had no trouble on Duboce.  The fact that I had no CT ticket made navigating to the VTA a problem.

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Just Killing Time

On the thirty-first of May I wrote that the day before I had gone to the Richmond to meet my buddy.  I was at Balboa when he texted me and when we met I convinced him to go with me to Giorgio’s.  He didn’t have anything.  We talked about work.

We went to the Plough and Stars.  There were a lot of ladies there but they left before the music started.  We talked about a bunch of stuff but really were just killing time.  My friend sent a message suggesting we join a Sacramento group to go camping.  I showed my buddy that message.  We rode to the park after that I and I went home.

This morning I went to Java Beach and read the paper.  I tweeted a get fuzzy comic.

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The Wifi to Twitter

On the thirtieth of May I wrote that I rode the VTA and headed home with a coworker.  We talked about work and it got boring as we got near Mib.  I went to DC and had a bit of trouble getting dad’s car.  I was able to get into the car after a quick call to him.  I drove slow and took strange turns.

At home I offered to make food for mom but she was fine.  I posted and headed out to meet a freind.  On the way I sent some comments to 311 about things I found on the street.  I parked at Opera Plaza—which now has a decal policy—and walked to the Nite Cap.

I toasted an acquaintance over the wifi to twitter—the bartender gave me access.  My friend told me about her buddy and the bar tender made some comments.  Apparently my friend’s aunt died and that was sad.  We looked up the new restaurant called Rusty’s and walked over to it.  My friend remembered the waitress.  I got the Fried Chicken, which was good but expensive.  We had some beers.  The ride home was cold.

On the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 10 and read the NYT at Java Beach.  There was a lady sitting next to me and I think she needed some conversation but I didn’t oblige.  I rode home and started researching my class for Tuesday.

I left after that to see my buddy in the Richmond.

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.

Left a Bike Behind

On the twenty-ninth of May I wrote that the day I wrote that I had left the office the day before and took the bike to DC.  I took some extra time in the Grove.  At home dad had made steak and mom had gotten better but she was still coughing.  Dad asked me to drive his car home from the station when he left it on his way to LA.

I went down and posted then and even got to printing out the professor’s email but I didn’t send it to him.  I went upstairs to watch TV instead.  Eventually a friend texted to say that I should me to go to bed.

I had a dream before waking that I had been wandering around a block in a market or festival with two bikes.  I bumped into my old classmate from college, an artist, and left a bike behind.  I went around the block and when I returned it had been stripped.  The other one was stolen while I was looking at the first and then I went looking for it to no avail.

I was up at 750 and went to catch a 48 but it was too late.  The 28 dropped me at DC BART ten minutes late for the train I wanted.

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.

The Barista’s Mustache

On the twenty-eighth of May I wrote that I finished typing the night before and went to bed.  In the morning of the day that I wrote this Charlie and I were up at 530 and we thought it was later but we discovered that we were wrong.  When she was ready I decided to have a morning with her.  We rode the park to Divisadero and had coffee at the Mill when it opened.  I made a joke about the barista’s mustache.  We said bye at Alamo Square and I went to Starbucks at Showplace and then to CT.

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.

Some Witty Guy

On the twenty-seventh I wrote that the day before I got off of work and got the bike and boarded the VTA.  I was early leaving but no one was going to notice.  I took the train from MV to BART and then rode to JS.  I was lucky--some lady was headed my direction and followed slowly.

I went to West Portal via the Muni right of way in front of a cop.  I signed up for a haircut and then checked my twitter and FB accounts.  I found that several people had commented to my posts about Bicycling magazine.

The haircut was fast and I rode to 27th and Taraval and then on to the house.  When I got there dad was walking up and I quickly learned that both my sisters were in.  I went up and said hi to both.  I then went in and saw mom.  I learned that she had spent a long time doing her daily things and was tired..

My little sister left and I made plans with the older one.  She headed off to the store to buy things for mom and I went down and posted.  I had to reformat everything because I was keeping in mind the likelihood that my friend would want to post it someplace.  I had this fantasy that she would ask Streetsblog to post it or something.

When I was done I learned that my sisters were hanging out together and that I would be alone for a while.  I called superior court and learned that I had to report for jury duty.  Bummed, I texted my boss about it.  When my older sister arrived we decided to catch a bus to the Chalet.

We talked about family as we walked down to the stop.  On the bus she excitedly showed me her "late night" pass.  I remember that she reminded me of my older brother.  At the Chalet I discovered that the Beach side was closed so we went upstairs.  We discussed our feelings about our futures and our parents health.  There was a new whisky.

We took the bus to Noriega then and went to the local pub.  The place is pretty cool but I normally stay away from the place and I quickly found out why.  We had ordered a drink and she discovered that there were appetizers in the back of the bar. Eventually we fell into conversation with some witty guy.

On the way out he stopped us at the door and asked us about our back ground.  As soon as he had an idea about who we were he started naming names and then he realized that our brother in law was someone he knew pretty well.  Then he started naming all the people from our high school classes.  I went to bed pretty late that night.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at the latest moment that I could without being late.  When I went out I forgot my summons so went a few blocks back to get it.  I went through Golden Gate Park and then to the Panhandle.  I stopped at Central and got a coffee.

When I arrived at the court I was fifteen minutes late but it was ok because the orientation had just begun.  We got sent to our department then and the clerk ushered us in.  She identified a group of people to sit in the dock and then sent the rest of us in separately.  Later when we went on break I checked my bike and was alone for a bit.  A few hours later we broke for lunch.

I got my bike and went to a cafe on Folsom.  I noted to the counter girl that the name had changed and she said the menu was the same.  She had an English accent.  I sat and read my newspaper and looked at the tweets about bike share in the peninsula.  I got another coffee and then headed to the courthouse.

There the process ground on and I hated it but I had to watch--not read my paper.  Eventually the statistical breakdown of who was going to be a juror became pretty obvious and the judge called a break.  I did pretty much nothing.  I reflected upon the fact that I was not at work and that sucked.  I considered what I would say when the judge asked me whether I would be fair--I hadn't yet made up my mind.  It was at this point that I was brought up.

I was the only person the judge dismissed with out any cross examination from the DA or defense.

I got the bike and texted my lawyerly friends and we commiserated.  I went to the Mission and only Pedal Revolution caught my fancy.  They told me to take a picture of the bikes so we could decide about my fork.  A friend of mine texted to say that we would hang out so I went to her work.

There she told me to hang out because she was waiting for her manager.  I went to Atlas and made the mistake of having more coffee.  I saw her coworker and finished the paper and then looked at the water department trucks and work that was going on outside.

I found my friend later at the Tradesman and we sat with her friends talking about their son's development and cute stuff he did.  We discussed our jobs and the bike ride to Marin.  They left and we talked about the dissonance that jury duty had introduced into my work schedule.  We rode to my friends and got my bag then.  After that we headed to the Panhandle and took Kezar and Hugo to Social where we saw a bit of the Warriors game and had a burger.  The beer I had was excellent--I texted my buddy.

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.

Pretty Amazeballs

On the twenty-sixth of May I wrote up stats for the bike ride.  The ride in all was 57 miles and we climbed 2000 feet.  We also descended 1700 on the last day.  Pretty amazeballs.

I had a dream where I was sharing the house with the family.  I also tried to wake myself up.  I saw something in a window while lying down and thought that hissing would help me to wake up.  It didn’t.  Instead I dreamt that I saw something in the hall and got out of the bed I was in and went to look at it.  I found a high school classmate hanged with a look on his face like I had couaght him in a practical joke.  The whole episode was comically macabre.  I think I was yelling and I grabbed him—maybe to “save” him—but his pants were sopping wet.  The whole dream was really creepy.

I awoke and in time realized that I could catch the early train.  I struggled to get to the door then but in the end I made the train fine.  The trip was boring and likewise VTA left later than I had anticipated.  I had breakfast and then came upstairs.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.

We Encountered a Parade

On the morning of the twenty-fifth of May my companion and I awoke at eight and it took about two hours to pack.  We finished off as much of the food as possible—we found that our yogurt had passed its prime.  We climbed a light rise on the stage trail to the West Point Inn but discovered the place was closed so we moved on.

The view was occluded by fog.  The Double Bow Knot came quick and there was a ton of mountain bikers.  We had to put jackets on because it was cold and the rough road and the near straight down angle wore on our hands.  We made Summit Drive quickly and my companion was in disbelief that I had climbed it previously.

The descent to Mill Valley was really quick and once there we encountered a parade.  Taking a side street we went to the bookstore café.  The staff was overwhelmed and my bike fell over while I was ordering.  When I got outside my companion told me about it.  Later while we were sitting there our bikes fell over two more times.  When I got the wifi working I learned that the ferry was coming so we left quickly.  However the remnants of the parade slowed us down.  Later I decided that we were going too slow through the Bothin Marsh.  However, by Bridgeway we started to make good time.

There was a bit of construction at the entrance to Sausalito and at the pier we had to choose between two ferries but we got on the boat fine.  On board we had a cocktail and the boat was muggy but not crowded.  We got into some kind of discussion when we discovered that it was time to get off.  We were the first off the boat and rode to Hayes nice and easy and got to Blue Bottle and then Miette.  I lost my phone for a moment and ditto my companion's gloves.

When we got to my companion’s place, we unpacked our stuff, collected our dirty laundry, did dishes and I did some writing.  We shared images from the trip, ate Miette cookies and finished the granola.  Later we went to the place we always get ramen but had to wait at Elixer.  I got to taste sour mash.  Later we went to the grocery store.  Later my companion started making banana bread.

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.