The Eagle’s Drift-In

On the twenty-first of August I wrote that I left work and hour late the day before and took a gbike on VTA to Red Rock and dropped it at CT.  At DC I took a 28 and an L and spoke with my friend on the phone.  I was home at 715.  Mom had moved my tripod.  I went running and sat posting by myself before doing some class notes.  I tried to go to Reservoir but they weren’t serving food so I went to House of Won Ton.  I discovered that I no longer liked the Eagle’s Drift-In which had become One Up.  I watched TV at home and went to bed at 1230.

On the day that I wrote this I was up at 730 and took an 18.  I caught a limited and the VTA.

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I Prattled On

On the twentieth of August I wrote that I left stuff running and headed to the Red Rock via the shuttle and had a juice before commuting all the way to 16th where I made a large transfer at the bank.  I continued to see my friend at her house where she was making dinner.  I prattled on until we got into a serious conversation over wine.  We continued in the living room later until I decided to spend some time by myself in the front of the house.  Later we decided that the wifi in the living room was poor so we both went to the front of the house.  I went to bed at 12.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at an appropriate time and made the whole commute to MV fine.  Someone poked his head out of the shuttle to make certain I didn’t miss my ride.

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Her About Borges

On the nineteenth of August I wrote that I left at 10 to 3 and took the VTA to MV.  Some guy had the only gbike.  I walked to Red Rock and then back to CT.  The transfers were easy and at 24th I went to the bank and Sketchers but found nothing.  I went to the school and found the professor with the papers and we went to the class to set up.  I tried to operate on the premise that everything I needed was in the stuff.

The professor was sitting next to me for a moment.  He found that the software had not been updated and decided to go next door.  I opened pages I thought I needed and people started to come in.  I had to do stuff.  My professional acquaintance came in but I was really focused.  The professor was a bit surprised that we knew each other.  They went next door again.

I relied heavily upon stuff.  I was keeping pace until there was more nuance than simply glossing over stuff.  One thing was certain was that the people get more info but others can’t login.  We took the ten minutes but then I quit.  This was where stuff fell apart.

My friend was at La Rondalla and I walked down there.  She was with her acquaintance and they had been talking about dance and coffee.  I got to talk to the acquaintance about Borges.  She told me she had friended me.  My friend got a drink and we had a good time.  I said bye to them as they left for El Valenciano and I walked down Valencia.  I was accosted by some guy around 18th and I asked his name but he ran away.

At my friend’s place I noted her roommate was there.  He interrupted me as I was on my iPod by myself.  My friend came in right after.  She hadn’t stayed at Tango long and I was not impressed with that but expected that.  I wasn’t impressed with much any way.  I went to bed at 12.

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My Old High School

On the eighteenth of August I wrote that I left at 3 but VTA was late so missed CT.  I went to Red Rock and caught the next CT to BART and took the 28.  The clinic was closed so I walked to the 7 and went home.  The trip took three hours.  I sat around waiting for dinner then and mom gave me soup.  Dad said stuff about Murphy’s and I was distracted.

I went running around the playground after this and distinctly remember thinking about what a career change would entail.  I imagined getting a job at SI or my old High School.  Back at home I worked a bit on the posts and spent more time solitarily working on curriculum.  After that I went up and interacted with mom about her plans Saturday and then sat through a TV show.  I was in bed at 1230.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up a little late but even after missing a bus I was still able to run to the 28 and catch the 730 CT.  I took the VTA and heard from my friend that she was having coffee with her old boss.

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She was Grossed Out

On the seventeenth of August I wrote that though I tend to take a lot of breaks I was able to make my write up, edit my notes, flip through the presentation, type and post before 11.  I then went upstairs and watched Rick and Morty with mom until she was grossed out.  I went to bed around 1.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 610 and took the bus.  Next Muni said that the 28 would be 15 minutes so I got coffee and when I got to the stop five minutes later the bus was leaving.  I waited ten more minutes for the bus that I had been told about.  Oddly enough I was only ten minutes late for my CT and was only 20 minutes late getting to work using the VTA.

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The Market on Grove

On the sixteenth of August I wrote that we took the boat to SF and when we arrived we walked up Market to first and rode the rest of the way.  We noted all the improvements that had been made on Market since the last time we had done the same ride.  I noted that because an acquaintance had opted not to hang out with us my friend and I hung out at her house alone for a bit and then went to Safeway.  It was still really hot but the store was alright.  We planned dinner before returning and I made pasta.  My friend’s roommate showed up a bit later.  I went to sleep around midnight.

I got up at 10 and had breakfast.  At around 1130 my friend and I took Valencia to the end and past Rock Dog.  We then climbed San Jose to find a crew blocking the bike path at just the wrong spot.  My friend had to take a picture.

We took Bosworth to the Excelsior and entered Sunday Streets.  We were just about to go to Cumaica when a couple we knew joined us.  We had a nice conversation over sandwiches, drinks and coffee.  We talked about work and an upcoming event.  I was blown away when my buddy walked in because he had said he was headed to San Diego.

The five of us sat together for the next 40 minutes and when we were done my friend and I moved the bikes across the street and I went and looked at my buddy’s place where he gave me some bike seats.  The five of us met up again and walked the street for another half an hour.  My buddy took off after meeting the couple.  They made a bunch of suggestions to me.  That was around when we all said bye to one another.

My friend and I got the bikes then and took Theresa (which is really steep) to Glen Park.  We opted for the tacos which were ok at best but the place didn’t seem all that clean and the portions were a bit off.  We went to Station then and had a few drinks and reviewed the day.  We talked about the Gatsby picnic and I texted my sister.  The rest of the time it was baseball.

I walked her to BART then and after saying bye caught the 52 because there were other riders getting on the next 44—though I had no evidence of that when I saw the 44 later.  I rode my normal path to Laguna Honda and Taraval until 27^th where I contacted my sister about having dinner and the picnic.  We agree to meet on the coming Saturday.

At home I dropped my stuff and spent some time alone before going upstairs to see the parents.  I talked to my friend to confirm things before sharing my sister’s dinner arrangements and then mom showed me the clothes she had.  We had our typical dinner arrangement then and when I was done I went down to type.

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Un-wedged the Couch

On the fifteenth of August I wrote that I left the office at three and took the VTA and was lucky to make my connections.  I had to get the bike at DC and stopped at Wells.  I rode to see a friend at her old work then and saw her old coworkers, friends and family.  I rode a trike and saw others that were going to the dump.  I also talked to a South African industrialist that was working on an interesting project.  Also, one of his friends turned out worked with one of mine.

We said bye then and rode to my friend’s place.  We looked at the couch wedged in the hallway and her roommate had just finished with the kitchen.  I had a hard time with the rice but she helped.  My friend and I made tacos and rushed to do the dishes and tidy up before walking to Gough and Market to buy some sparkling wine.  After that we went to a birthday party.

The place was crowded with programmers and after the host set us up with drinks I went straight to the crackers.  We later got into a conversation with a hairdresser and one of my buddy’s who told us about a mutual acquaintance’s antics.  I ate too many samosas and the hostess opened up a bottle of prosecco and I had to work hard to keep my friend from having any.

We talked to a couple and my friend really clicked with the girlfriend.  I tried the Pimms and talked for a while with my buddy about her boyfriend and parents while the girls got to know each other.  I also learned that the paintings were done by the host’s grandmother.  It was around 12 that we thanked everyone and walked to my friend’s place where we un-wedged the couch.

I couldn’t make the morning work until ten.  I then had pancakes at my friend’s house.  I helped make coffee and the meal was delicious.  Her roommate showed up in the middle and appreciated our efforts with the couch.  We talked about the apartment for a bit but I was concerned about our bike ride.

We quit before finishing up and started up the Wiggle.  Her peddle was clicking a lot and I wanted to get it addressed.  The day was super-hot and smoggy.  Her hat was flipping up and we stopped to pin it.  She left me alone to do that.  We continued to the street closure, past the old hospice on Wedemeyer and up to the top of the ridge on Washington.  My friend was really tired but was still able to pass a bunch of cyclists.

We took photos at the bridge and though some people were rude we had a great ride across and down to Sausalito.  My friend passed and eventually struck up conversation with some of the rude riders too.  There was a dirty parking police man in the center of the town.  Thought we wanted to continue on we stopped at Mike’s Bikes to fill the tires and have some juice.

We continued up bridgeway and started up Horse Hill.  I started calling her “Clicksy” because of her peddle.  We stopped at the top for more juice and then continued.  I wasn’t really worried about the time at that point but was still interested in getting to the Ferry Landing.  I noted too that the descent to Corte Madera is a bit sketch but we managed.

We got to the brewery with an hour and sat down for a refreshments and a sandwich.  They were a bit busy and had run out of stickers.  I started writing there but had to quit because we had to catch the boat.  We went to the Landing and discovered a huge crowd for the Giants game.  However, I discovered that most weren’t waiting for our ferry so it was fine.  We hung the bikes and I finished writing.

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The Letter Q

On the fourteenth of August I wrote that I took the VTA because I thought that there was a meeting.  I noted that the boss said no.  I got to MV/DC fine though and rode Brotherhood and Font to the path which I took to Everglade.  At home I tweeted for a while before going running.  I made my post before eight—I dawdled because I wanted to find a webpage about the letter Q.  I never got into stuff because I was doing laundry and stripping the bed upstairs.  It is hard to do work like watering the plants when it is just you.  I packed a breakfast and other things and then ate left overs from my friend.  I was watching TV for a while but was distracted.  I was asleep at 1140.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I slept in an hour and caught the bus and ate my peach.  The rest of the ride was uninteresting but I did take the VTA.

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Salmon and Figs

On the thirteenth of August I wrote that I left the office the day before and commuted to DC like normal.  I avoided JS and experimented with Sunset but realized that it was useless.  I found my friend waiting and showed her how to use the garage door.  We stretched a bit later listening to radio and then went running.  After that she left me alone to make dinner.  When we sat down I discovered it was salmon and figs.

I did dishes and then posted.  We had discussed Reservoir but it became too late and later I discovered that she had been joking about Riptide.  We watched Rick and Morty online.  I was in a bed upstairs at 1130.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I didn’t want to get up so slept in an hour.  I left the bed and tried to catch an 18 but ended up riding to Everglade to take the path and Font.  I caught BART and CT easily enough and the shuttle was hampered by traffic.  Some of my coworkers were already in or came in right after that.

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Berries in the Yard

On the twelfth of August I wrote that I took the shuttle and grabbed a gbike to buy a pair of pants at Empire.  I had sent an image of them to my friend.  I made my transfers and this time avoided JS—the climb to Galindo isn’t fun.  I took the Lake Merced path and watered the plants when I got home.  I picked some berries in the yard and checked Twitter.  After conferring with my friend I decided not to run.  I went to the store because I had the house to myself.  I did laundry and integrated with mom about it.

I wrote that on the morning of the day that I wrote this I rushed to the bus again.  I found out that my friend had in fact gone to Tango but I didn’t really interact with her much.  The transfers to the shuttle were great.

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Some Kind of Recap

On the eleventh of August I wrote that I had purchased a new notebook and that I would have to do some kind of recap so I went through my notes for the previous two and a half months.

I spent a lot of time looking at my commute.  I was still riding Ulloa home from work in June but one day I had time so tried to use Font.  I found that it was the best route home and never stopped using it.  A few weeks later I even started passing through “the Bulb” at the end of Ocean on the way home and started to ride on the Lake Merced path.

I had spent a lot of time trying to shoehorn my busy schedule.  I also started the changing in my career.  As part of that I met the professor once on West Portal after a haircut to discuss.  Meanwhile, I bought moonshine after work one day and started running in the evenings.

On the weekends I did a bit of traveling.  A friend and I went to Reno for my sister’s wedding.  We also went to Napa and Alameda for the fourth.  I went to reservoir one day when she had gone to Santa Rosa.  I went to car free happy hour and dinner at my friend’s with people all in one night.  I went to the Exploratorium and a couple of days later I went to a party at an acquaintance’s house.  Also, my brother brought me a bike and I also started having trouble with my own.  That all happened when the cyclist crackdown in the Haight had just begun.

I noted that in the week previous to writing this I went to bike party and my friend and I went to Davis the next day.  We saw my cousin and then rode to a friend’s house in Sacramento for a Sunday pool party and that night I had dinner with friends in SF.

The day before I wrote this I left at four in the afternoon and took the VTA to MV early.  I saw a vintage store and got a new notebook.  I went through my commute then and took St. Charles street to Font.  At home I dawdled and then went running.  I went to the store but forgot the kale.  I was alone working when my friend paid me a visit.  Later I made myself dinner and though we wanted to watch Rick and Morty it wasn’t on.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I ran out of the house quick.  I caught the shuttle and started reviewing my notes as soon as I got in.

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I Wanted to Type

I wrote that the night before I wanted to type my notes up but decided instead that it was time to go to bed.  I was asleep at around 1015.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up early and left at the right time.  I dropped the bike and made the early train as well.  I read the paper to MV, wrote in the notebook and took the shuttle to the office.

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The Tower Bridge Gateway

I wrote that we went to bed exhausted.  In the morning I got us up at 730 but I didn’t put a lot of effort into it.  My friend halfway through packing said we should have the brunch so we went down and at.  There were some real characters there.  Some lady kept asking questions about my friend and another turned the TV off and then the attendant wouldn’t stop talking.

We started packing again and my friend left because I was dawdling.  When I found her a maintenance guy came out to give her the high heels she had ditched.  We had to leave them in a different place.  We returned to Pachamama again and the coffee took too long.  There were no tables either.  We drank and headed across the tracks to find the Causeway.  We had some trouble turning onto Olive on the far side but the off-ramp at the end was one way so it was alright.

There was a spot where she left me alone before we mounted the path which we found was a mix of levee and concrete bridge way.  We saw a bunch of riders and I noted that some were closely knit and smiling and others were diffused and variable in their attitudes.  In West Sacramento we checked the map and I discovered my sister had texted.  I told her we were headed to Sac for my college friends’ party—it was a birthday for brothers.

I looked at notebooks at Rite Aide and we crossed the Tower Bridge Gateway.  Some guy took a photo of us but we were fussy over it.  At the Marina we had to take a special turn and at Sutterville we had to look again.  At the house the party was already in full swing.  There were a lot of children—we even came in with a couple.

The girlfriend of one of the brothers was playing the role of greeter.  She was making food and the hostess was really busy.  I stood in the kitchen until she said hi and then we went into the toy room next door with one of the kids to get our stuff together.  We went back and said hi to the girlfriend and then I gave my cards to the guys.  They joked that there was no money in them.  I had some coffee then and eventually my friend went and got us some real food.  However, I wanted a pastry with my Bailey’s and coffee.

Later we went into the kitchen and she had me eat actual food.  We explored the house together a bit and ended up jumping in the pool.  I got in first and played with the kids.  We were both pretty overwhelmed by the pool’s temperature after our long ride.  We went and had sparkling wine under the misters then and we talked to relatives for a while before going in to talk to the greeter while she did dishes.  We organized our stuff then and started to figure out next steps.

One couple sat with me and my friend to talk about bike and ped infrastructure.  I found myself talking loudly and I later had to reflect upon that.  Later we walked around the house a bit after that and a bit later I noted that there were a lot fewer people in the house.  I introduced some of the parents to my friend and they too started to leave.  They all seemed to take nicely to us.

I helped the kids with their toys but since they were made for the birthday boys they were having trouble with them.  Everyone ended up helping one of the kids with his.  My friend and I started wrapping up then but we still have some wet clothing.  However, there was still a core of people milling around with drinks.  There was a moment where one of the twins and I were talking about his job and the girls were getting to know each other.  The other was in a discussion about energy policy.

Eventually we made to leave and the hostess caught us in the hallway.  We had an involved conversation about helmet laws and biking in general.  We talked a bit about the coalition and then I packed the bike up.  I gave everyone a hug then and then the Host walked us out.

We rode to downtown Sacramento through Land Park and then discovered that we had time to catch the train.  We went to K Street to grab a drink before we left.  On the train I started writing.  My friend had received a lot of messages from relatives.  We talked a bit before transferring to BART.

On route to the city we discussed the party and continued to do so until we arrived at Mac.  At Civic we headed to the house and she made dinner with the roommates and I was with myself in the front of the house.

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The Cops Showed Up

I typed for about an hour and when I gave up I left.  I went to MV.  The ride to DC was uninteresting.  I got the bike and caught the train to 16th and went to the bank and on to my friend’s.  She was in the living room working.  There I initially wanted to just melt into the house but I ended up interrupting her interaction with her roommate.  My friend told me not to go shopping but later admitted that I should.

I left for the store while the girls were talking.  I looked through my list finding what I wanted but had trouble near the end.  I also noted that my interactions there were not like at my local store.  I was buying miso soup ingredients but passed on the wine though it was on my list.  When I returned it was clear that we were behind schedule.

I had texted my riding partner about the start of Bike Party and then started making food.  The girls organized the kitchen then and my friend made me a cocktail.  My riding partner responded almost the moment we decided to look up the party stop and plan our evening.  My friend’s roommate offered to tidy up as we got ready to leave.

We walked up to the Wiggle and then took it easy on the way to the Park since we knew that the cops would be looking for us.  However, we really started moving at the Panhandle.  We were following a big bike and some others going to the ride.  At the Bandshell we bumped into my friend’s old coworker.  He had quit to make music and was working on a new synthesizer.

The ride left around then and we snaked out to 10th and took Cabrillo to the Sutro Wiggle.  We encountered a lot of traffic and crazy drivers on the way because of Outside Lands.  At Sutro Heights there were guys setting up to sell drinks but when we had finally managed to get to the overlook the cops showed up.

We bumped into my riding partner on the way out and the group headed up Geary to the top of the hill.  Then we returned to the Playland area and over to the beach.  There I left Charlie alone for a bit and when I got back the guys were there.  I introduced them to my friend.

When the ride left we went up JFK and then MLK to Chain of Lakes and Irving.  I noted that there were a lot of revelers waiting for Lyft and drunk.  It was hard to make it through 19th because there were so many people.  I had to urge my friend to cross there because the traffic was really thick.  We said bye to one of the guys then and very carefully rode down page where, on two occasions, we had a car act really terribly.

We had a drink and talked about our coming trip to Davis.

I got up at 515 and my friend and I went to catch a train.  I had not packed properly when I had left the house so I had too much in my bag.  The train came easily enough though and after the transfer at 19th we went to Richmond.  At first we thought we would get coffee but gave up on that idea when we discovered it was out of reach.

On the train we talked a lot and I didn’t have a pen. There was Wi-Fi and the conductor was a bit strange.  When we got off we interacted with another cyclist.  We found a passable coffee shop nearby called Pachamama.  Then we checked in and left stuff at the inn before heading to a bike shop and a thrift store near the station.  That was when my cousin texted me and we made plans to meet at the farmer’s market.

We returned to the bike shop and also looked at some other things before going to the farmers market.  She got lost and called me and then I went looking for her but found her where she had left me.  She told me about her bad Thursday and how she had seen her grandmother.  We ate fruit until my cousin showed up on his old Raleigh.

We went to Brews and Burgers and the waitress messed up our beer so we ended up with five glasses of beer for the price of three.  My cousin told us about his life.  He said that his teenage daughter was an accomplished violinist and had expressed interest in going to Reed but he wanted her to go to Berkeley.  He told us that he had just completed a Library training tool.  He asked about my career.

My cousin took us to a couple of other thrift stores then and while we were riding through the city he told me about his bike.  It was from the seventies and had a different type of brake than what I knew.  We took eighth to a Goodwill but he said another place on fifth was the better choice.  I found a spider on my arm while trying one jacket on and in the consignment shop next door my friend found me a jacket that looked nice.  After that we took photos and said bye to my cousin.  He made nice comments as we were leaving.  I think he was tired.

After that we rode to Sudwerk and had okay beer.  Up to that point we had been really connecting and we talked about how high school buddy and her had missed each other by an hour when the time my friend had visited her grandmother.  We rode into town after a beer.  She checked her peddles at a bike shop and I looked at a couple of stores for a thing to get as a present.  I got cards at the University Bookstore.

Back at the Inn we headed to the track for a run and I forgot we were doing eight laps and quit at six.  Then returned to talk about dinner.  We saw a guy from the track was staying at the Inn.  We ate at a Ramen place that was ok and then we went to the Irish pub up the street.  I learned that there is no “proper” bar in Davis only restaurants.  We talked about Dune, schizophrenia and self.  We made it to the inn around nine and I started writing.

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The Park Station Crackdown

I wrote on the seventh of August I wrote that the day before I had left at four and caught the shuttle and caught the CT.   I had finished the paper so tried to nap on BART but for a cyclist sitting next to me.  On the Lake Merced path I saw a cop and was angry because of the Park Station crackdown.  At home I sat and tweeted for an hour and then I went running.  I noted that the run was really easy.

Back home I tried to get into my work but went upstairs to eat instead.  I talked to dad a bit but soon was back doing work.  I texted my sisters and posted.  I also put the chain on the bike and actually got it working.  I spent the rest of the night alone watching TV.  I was in bed at around 12.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I did my commute in the same way I normally do it.  Hardly seems worth talking about it.  I realized as I was getting ready that I hadn’t really packed for the trip but it was really just the equipment for the ride that I needed.  DC to Mib to MV all boring.

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The Shuttle on Castro

On the sixth of August I wrote that I left at four and took the shuttle to MV where I got a paper.  I napped until I got to 16th and walked to ZG for Car Free Happy Hour.  I saw a prominent journalist as I was ordering and sat with him, and two older guys I knew.  Another showed up later. It was just us until an acquaintance of mine came in and but he sat with many others at another table.  Meanwhile the journalist talked about burning his notes in a pyre shaped like a kiosk.  He also talked about the mayor and Willie Brown.

A geography professor I know sat with us and an MTA person I know of was with him.  I talked with my acquaintance as I left and walked to my friend’s house.  Her buddy was there when I arrived and the roommates were in the back.  We chatted for a while and my friend served us.  It was good and I was hungry.  There was dessert too.  When we retired to the living room I started to get tired.  Her buddy made to leave then.  I was in bed early that night.

I had trouble sleeping and got up at 8 because of it.  Made it to BART with enough time and the rest was ok.  I got a paper in Mib and caught the shuttle on Castro because VTA was not there.

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The Chronicle Robbed Me

On the fifth of August I took the shuttle to MV and read the paper all the way to DC.  I took the bike down John Daly and looked at the path along the far side of JS.  I took Font and the path home.  I made dinner with what I found in the fridge and pops told me that he and mom would be out all week.  I cleaned up a bit and then went to my room and helped my friend edit an email using GoogleDocs.  I told her that I wouldn’t be running because my shoulder hurt.

She agreed to work on a cover letter while I was working on my bike.  I discovered that the wheels and inner tubes were in great condition.  When I got the cassette on I was worried I would get the thread wrong.  It worked out though.  When I was done I only needed to add the chain and test it.  The housing and cables needed a lot of work.

I sat down and read what my friend had made of my cover letter.  She mysteriously appeared in my editing.  I learned that this was a function of GoogleDocs though.  Much later I realized that she had given up on her Tango night to help me.  When I was finally on my own I got to posting and quit.  I only got fifteen minutes of TV in.  I was in bed at 1245.

I left for work late on the morning of the day that I wrote this.  I looked for a bus to catch and took the 48 to 22nd.  I rode to JS then.  The Mib train was late and I caught the train that stopped at Hillsdale.  The Chronicle robbed me.  I caught the VTA with a Google Bike and then had breakfast before going to the 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.

Two Sisters So Spent

On the fourth of August I wrote that I caught the shuttle at four and got beer in MV before napping on the trains.  I had to re-up my bike at DC and stopped at the bank on the way to my friend’s from 16th.  She told me that she couldn’t meet her acquaintance at Two Sisters so spent the afternoon working for OMC and organizing the living room with her roommate.  They had had some discussions.

We ran up Duboce to the Wiggle after that and beyond some initial traffic problems we had an easy time returning via Waller.  I was wrecked and we spent a lot of time resting and stretching.  We sat in the kitchen for a few hours then drinking and making dinner.  I looked into making tweetbots and replied to tweets.  She had showed me the new room and told me how the window was bad for cats.

Dinner was good.  Her family had given her cucumbers and humus and she had made a salad and couscous.  She told me about her plans to see her grandma.  Her sisters had both contacted her.  We talked about riding to Sonoma County.  Later we watched TV and that was a lot of fun.  I was asleep at 12.

I took some time to myself in the early morning and then left for the dentist.  I had to fill out a form and then had my teeth cleaned.  The doctor was new to me.  I learned that I needed stuff.  On the way to work my friend messaged me about a meeting and Craigslist.  I tried calling but that didn’t work.

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.

Catch Rick and Morty

On August third I wrote that I quit writing and started typing, toggling between the letter, notes and blog, until I thought I was too late to catch Rick and Morty.  However, I had plenty of time so I had a cocktail.  I discovered later that I had not finished posting so had to go to bed at 1230.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I thought I was late and grabbed a bunch of stuff thinking I would ditch the bike at DC BART.  The bus was later than me but still early.  I made it to DC very quick and the rest of the trip was easy.  I noted that a friend texted me from her sister’s where she was interacting with her nephew.  I noted that only one person was in.

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.

Tinker Taylor Until Late

On the second of August I wrote that I quit writing and went to Valencia Cyclery but they couldn’t help me with my cassette.  They said to check Refried.  I headed to the Uptown where I met my friend.  The bartender served us fernet and regulars talked to us.  One told my friend about his projects.  I found out that another was a bouncer’s brother—I thought that was really cool.

We walked to Pica Pica then and had great meal.  I had been really focused on schedules.  We agreed about stuff.  At her house a roommate and another person were around in the front of the house and we watched Tinker Taylor until late.  She liked the movie but some parts were frightening.

I was in bed at around 11.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at an ok time and had breakfast with my friend.  A roommate sat down with us.  I made coffee and we talked about the room that their roommate had vacated.  They took off for Alameda and spent an hour lazing about until a roommate came by.  I then went to Refried to grab the cassette that I had been looking for.

I rode up Page and then home then.  Dad was going out for a walk and I worked on the application for a while.  Then he and I had dinner and when I had spent a bit more on the application went for a run.  After that I talked on the phone with mom and then learned that an old classmate had canceled his party.

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

To a Fellow Canadian

On the first of August I wrote that the day before I had to quit typing to run to the bike shop and get the freewheel off of the Concord and then I unloaded the pictures from the phone.  I was in pieces when I left the house.  I hadn’t made much progress with the letter and was 20 minutes late.  I realized that I had wanted to go riding so grabbed shorts.  I also had to make a bunch of stops.

I went to the Walgreens and bought a prescription and a CT ticket.  I then rode to 9^th and Irving and got a wrap and two bottles of Prosecco.  People were with my friend at Two Sisters.  We had a drink and met them at a big party.  It was in full swing when we got there.  I learned later that it was good that we locked up because we left the gate open.

Inside we grouped up and there were a lot of people that the girls knew.  There were two apartments to explore.  I interacted with a lady we knew and the host migrated over to us.  I meet her guy’s friends and one of them I went upstairs with me where we interacted with random people.  However, things got weird when he started talking to a fellow Canadian.

When I returned downstairs then it was clear that a lot of people had had the punch.  I was interacting with a cool guy for a while.  He and his girlfriend were from the foothills so we had a lot to talk about.  In the meantime my friend disappeared into the living room a few times and eventually I went in and started dancing.

When we left we met a guy from Contra Costa that sent me a text.  After we discovered that the gate had been open but the bikes were good the ride home was great and I was asleep at 130.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I realized that I had had plans to ride with an acquaintance but couldn’t make it.  I felt bad but after interacting with a friend I realized that she was a little upset about it.  Apparently we had met him at the Tweed Ride—I didn’t really know him.  In fact I hadn’t really been paying attention to the whole thing till then.

When we figured out how to get out of it I made her breakfast in her kitchen to make up for it.  I had to work at everything a little at a time to make it right.  I then prepared and executed it all.  My friend was ecstatic and we had good conversation.  In the meantime I saw her roommates leave and found out that my friend’s old buddy was getting off work so we made plans to meet but after I went to ready myself it turned that she had overbooked.

We went to Four Barrel anyway.  I was wearing my 90’s jacket.  However, on the way I realized I wanted my cassette so ran back to her house with her keys.  It turned out that the keys didn’t really work—she had made them for the landlord recently.  It took me about fifteen minutes to make it work.  Back at the café the pastries were great and then we went to Safeway and Whole Foods and back to the house with our loot.

This time the key didn’t work at all and we had to play with the door for longer.  My friend even went to the back.  In the end the neighbor helped us out with a tube of graphite.  Inside we put the groceries away and lazed about.  I went to Four Barrel with my cassette and wrote.  I made plans to head to the Uptown.

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.

Shuttle for Red Rock

On the thirty-first of July I wrote that I had already decided to meet my riding partner at Sycamore and so headed in that direction when I left the shuttle for Red Rock and then CT/BART.  I stopped at DC and raced to Sycamore when I had the bike.

My friend was cleaning so I opted not to go to her place when he turned out to be late.  I stopped by Uptown instead and said hi to the regulars and I was alone until my college buddy’s caught me.  I hadn’t seen one of them for a long time.  We talked about stuff and then I my partner and I met for a sandwich.  I told my friend I’d see her when she was done.

He and I went to Oddball to see archived footage of the NY World Fair—they were cheesy.  An hour into that my friend texted to say that she was ready to eat and we went to Ken Ken for Ramen.  We saw the college friends again there and that was really interesting.  When my partner came in we said bye to the guys and then we too left.  I was asleep at around 11.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at around 630 but I was lazy til around nine.  I was at my friend’s house when I made breakfast and did some other stuff.  I was alone in the room tidying for a while.  I noted that I wanted to go to the diagnostics center, pharmacy and shoe store.  I noted also that I wanted to go to the dentist.  Additionally I wanted to work on an application and add it to the bibliography.  I noted too that I wanted to make a short list of applications to make.

I noted later that I finished up at my friend’s and quit.  We cleared up our schedules on the way and said bye.  I rode to the lab but the wait was too long.  I rode to Scott and climbed Page to Kezar and stopped at Wells and the running store.  The sales guy didn’t want me to buy the cross trainers.

I caught a 6 and yelled at a guy while doing so.  I got off at the top and rode to the Noriega clinic.  I then went to Patelco.  I also went to the dentist and made an appointment before riding home.  That was when I started the process of posting and writing.  I stopped for a bit to talk to dad and my friend and I checked in to plan the night.

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.

To Waffle About What

On the thirtieth of July I wrote that at MV I had a tea and on the trains I tried to read but my friend told me a bunch of things like how she had happened to participate in the Wiggle stop.  At home I had a scant moment alone before she arrived came in.  We went on a long run immediately.  Her ankle caused us to give up early.  I took about forty minutes to tidy the room then.  While we walked to Thai Cottage I groused over stuff.

While eating I learned from mom that she would have the car in TH for another week so I would have to figure out how to get to Sacramento without it.  Meanwhile, the fact that they weren’t in town caused me to waffle about what to do.  We opted to watch TV and drink a cocktail.  I went in bed at 1130.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 7 and threw the laundry in the dryer.  I caught the 18 that left at 720 and had enough time to catch the correct trains.  The shuttle had trouble getting to the office.

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