Run to Reservoir

On the twenty-second of September I wrote that I caught the shuttle to MV had a juice and caught the trains to my bike and rode home.  I made plans to run to Reservoir to meet my sisters for dinner.  When I arrived I had a new interesting rye whisky and my little sister and I discussed.

My older sister came and we got a table. They both indicated that it was good that I was around so much.  I shared my misgivings but they didn’t agree.  My younger sister and I had a burger and my older sister a salad.  They talked about the kids and I shared my musings over housing.

My younger sister was going home and the older one was headed back to the hospital so I walked down Noriega and talked on the phone with my friend.  At home I saw pops and he told me about specifics.  I was alone the rest of the night.  I watched some Rick and Morty.

I got up at seven and took the bike on the 48 and did my commute.  The train was late to Mib and I had to take the VTA.

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A Good Job Cleaning

September 21st I wrote that when I finish writing I identified and collected things for a trip to the store. My friend dressed up for a picnic.  We went to Whole Foods and I had coffee.  I had misgivings and I voiced them.  Later we walked to Ace Hardware and I got a screw and some lights.   On the way to Duboce we saw some old coworkers and at the park the two of us sat talking and drinking whiskey.

Our conversation broadly covered stuff while eating cheese.  Some  people were seated behind us and another group sat nearby.  I mixed the sparkling water with whiskey and ice.  She had said she liked the spot because there were less dogs. However, one almost immediately appeared then and we we told it to go away.  It ran away barking.  After that the people behind us moved and then the dog came by again. This time the dog’s owners came and sat nearby but not really close.  I noted that some of the people nearby were a bit loud.  Some of the people behind us started to leave too. Others went to the coffee shop and we started leaving after that.

We took Hermann to Church and then went to the store. We realized that we needed a chopper so I went to the drugstore and got one.  When I got back I bought us some beer and we headed to my friend's place.  Once there we discovered that her roommate had not done a good job cleaning, so I did it again. My friend cooked and I fixed the drawer.  One of the roommates was was there and I was into my iPod and texting.  Later we went to the living room to eat because it was hot. We were talking about abortion. I told them about organizing.  I was asleep at 12.

I got up at 7 and went to Four Barrel with my freind.  We said bye a little later and I dropped the bike at Daly City.  I noted that my older sister said she would text me. I took the shuttle at 9.

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Coffee and Chilaquiles

On the twentieth of September I wrote that I left at 2 o'clock because there was nothing to do.  Everyone had gone. I caught the VTA, Caltrain, Bart and Muni.  The 48 took a while.  At home I settled into the computer but didn't do much.  Mom and dad came home but I wanted to be by myself. Later I worked on the powder blue bike.

My friend had told me that she was a bit sick and I was late.  However, my buddy had texted so I rode to Sloat and took a 23 to Saint Mary's--which was too far. I had to backtrack on Mission.  My buddy and I hung out at broken record and I had a meal.  He told me that he had gone to Mono Lake and Tahoe and would go to Mount Tam the next day. We left when we left when the patrons at the bar started getting on our nerves.

I said bye at Alemany and boarded Bart to 16th street where I saw an acquaintance.  The two of us went to the Uptown together.  He told me that he had fallen asleep on the train and had to return to 16th.  He was deep into painting. He was really tired so went home soon after we got there.  I was asleep at midnight.

I got up at 9:30 and by 11 went with my friend to Mercury and Straw to have coffee and chilaquiles. At around 1 we climbed Page to Upper Haight and picked up some flowers. We rode onto Golden Gate Park then where we took pictures SF Dirty Parking and then met up with an acquaintance and his friends for a picnic on the grass--some of them had kids and others were ball.  We mostly engaged in chit chat which covered prototyping.  Specifically image formats, recording and eventually we talked about urban design.  I noted that my acquaintance had been fielding and a lot of questions about shipping containers.

I played his wife’s ukulele for a while and then we said bye and rode to Tour de Fat. We walked around, but it was too late for the year. I found the guys from Bike Party and a few others.  However, we didn't see anyone else.  That was around when we climbed up JFK and took the Wiggle to Chow and had a meal and a beer before we went to whole foods and bought food.  Later I found out that my friends had all been in the VIP area at Tour de Fat.

I was at my friend’s place then and we did little things and put stuff away.  I noted that her roommate was going out.  After we and enjoyed the film Dune, I got my friend to watch Rick and Morty. I went to bed at 11:30.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I got up at 9:45.  I made coffee at my friend’s house.  My friend made grits.  The meal was great and I made more coffee.  Later I left everyone to be alone and my friend started watching an episode of housewife. I went to the corner store and came back to tidy until the roommates.  Then I sat down writing for a while.

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I Didn’t Have Mine

On the eighteenth of September I wrote that I left the day before at 3 and caught a late VTA but still made all my transfers fine.  I got off at Embarcadero and waited at Peet’s until my friend arrived on her ferry.  I opened the gate for her and her bike (I didn’t have mine) and we walked through Bierman Park to the Pyramid for the Emperor Day celebration.

The event went well.  The director was a real preacher and the Emperor did a great job.  There were about 50 people there.  I noted that a Boozeland bartender was there.  I introduced my friend and an architect on the board as we walked to the Comstock.  We chatted until ordering drinks.  I made comments about Car Free Happy Hour to get them acquainted.

There was toasting going on at the other end of the bar so I took my freind over there to introduce her to the director.  They seemed to have enough to talk about.  Later we talked to the other tour guides and paid the Emperor respects before heading over to House of Nanking.  I ordered her the usual and she really enjoyed it.

We walked down Kearney and at one point my friend had to run away from a group of people that she found particularly vexatious.  At Market I boarded an F and she rode her bike only a short distance away.  I engaged the driver and when I got off he noted that she had stayed with us the whole way.  We walked to her house and the roommates were really active.

In the morning I was able to catch the train and transfer fine.  There weren’t a lot of people on the shuttle.

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Of Wine and Chocolate

On the sixteenth of September I wrote that I had helped students for another half of an hour and they said they really appreciated the class.  I logged out and checked with my friend.  I went to a few stores and found the perfect bottle of wine and chocolate.  My friend had made dinner and barring the odd rough patch we got along fine.  The food was great and we had a nice dessert.  I spent some time alone while she cleaned up.  I was asleep at 1130.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 6 and had to rush to BART. I transfered fine and made it to work at my preferred time.

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Snuck out at Three

On the fifteenth of September I wrote that I snuck out at three and saw someone I knew on the VTA platform.  I had juice in MV and rode down Font through the rain which subsided.  At home I unpacked and then dropped the rental off at Swell.  The mechanic thought I wanted to buy the break I was looking at.

I walked home mindful that my friend was busy.  She later told me that she would likely know about a new job this week.  I ate dinner with the parents.  Mom seemed alright but didn’t like her soup.  I told dad to spend more time with her.  I went down and posted in my room and got a lot done with my work.  I watched TV until late.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 7 and made it to work at nine.  I left the bike at home.  I saw someone on the 28.  I rode the shuttle.

I wrote later that I rushed out of the office at 250 but missed the VTA.  I caught CT though and read the paper, looked over my stuff and napped until Walgreens.  My friend and I chatted about her time working in the East Bay.  I went to Walgreens, to Sketchers and then to the cafe on my way.

I started a bit early discussing stuff.  I made a long discussion of the difference between files.  I noted that I should have continued because once I did so I found it easier.  There was a list of differences.  I especially liked the baseball diamond.

I went over stuff and when we started on files I found that properties were really important.  I asked a lot of questions about that.  I noted too that there was a recap for it too.  I went over other stuff and then looked at the catalog.  Then I made examples of who, what and where.  I didn’t do the rest because I didn’t care.

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Setting Up Our Picnic

On September 13th, I went to Swell after checking with mom and dad.  The guys had set up a rental with my preferred saddle bag. I was chatting with one when the other left.  I passed him on the road to my friend’s.

She hadn’t arrived when I got there so I got food and returned when she had.  The roommates had just finished eating. I made miso with mushrooms. We sat talking. I wanted to look online work but I knew we needed to make a list for the picnic.  However, my friend had gone to bed. Later I noted that I had given up trying to prepare and was asleep at 11.

I awoke at 6 and started to get ready. I had a special outfit to wear for the Gatsby Picnic. I had predicted I needed to meet my friend at 8:30 and we did, but we hadn’t been careful with our time while we were at 4 Barrel.  We decided to have another coffee and caught the next train at 16th. Many people complimented on our outfits.

We sat with a lot of Raiders Fans and there were a few Giants fans too.  Some ladies at San Leandro Station wanted to take our photo. I took one of my friend before we rode to Victoria Park on Bancroft.  She took one of me there while I caught my breath.  We rode to Dunsmuir then and found a spot in line.  My shoes started to break at that point so I took off to find a store to fix them.  In the meantime the girls showed keep to keep my friend company.

I found a Rite Aide on Estudillo and fixed by shoes. I also bought flip flops.  Back at the Park the girls were sneaking in and setting up our picnic. I met a few more ladies while waiting.  I also noted that a guy from Al’s attire was watching the door. When the doors opened I used my bike to help and later I had to do so again for Mom, and sister.  By the time I was settled it was around 2:30.

We spotted my riding partner on a walk and some new people were with us. I found out I knew his wife’s freidn.  They had a table and some chairs.  My friend’s mom and sister showed up then.  Later we got caught near a beehive in the middle of the greens.  My freind got us some sparkling wine.  After that we went and sat with my friend’s sister and that was when I saw a fashion journalist I knew. There was an awards thing and lots of dancing and an organizer came by to talk to us and promote his afterparty.

Eventually our party all took pictures and traded made plans to see each other.  I then I helped mom and her party go home.  When I got back everyone was leaving. my friend and I went to Foothill and saw a friend.  We hung out with her till her bus came.  Then we tried to ride parallel to Foothill boulevard until it was a bit dark.  We wanted to go to the afterparty but when we got to Dimond we decided to have dinner at a sushi place.  The meal hit the spot we charged my friend’s phone and processed the day.  After that we rode down to Fruitvale Station and and caught the train to Civic Center. We took Market and Valencia and looked at our pictures.

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A Giant Trike

On the twelfth of September I wrote that I took the steps to get to DC buying beer on the way.  I went to Sycamore then.  I ended up boarding BART late then and texted people to see if I could find the place to meet.  I was in West Oakland when one told me to go to Alvarado Park.  The reset weren’t going to Bike Party.  I transferred and saw some girl falling asleep into the aisle on her way home.

I got off at Del Norte and got the directions and headed out passed some low riders on San Pablo on my way down Barrett.  the ride was disorganized I learned later because the green flag was not a good leader.  I ended up meeting the ride in downtown and saw Phoenix.  I also saw an acquaintance and he told me that he had seen our comrade who had been arrested knew then that he was likely doing better than I had estimated.  He and I rode for a while together and some SUV was following us and a giant Trike for a mile honking annoyingly.

I bumped into another acquaintance along the way and we entered Alvarado while I made jokes about going to the wrong park because of the green flag.  My friend texted and later I ended up in a conversation with a lady I knew while listening to music--she was going to a Gals with Gears ride to Marin the next day.  I introduced some people to one another when people I knew appeared.

We headed to San Pablo and we fell into talking with interesting people.  We went through downtown and fell in behind a lady in a striped skirt--a motif that seemed to be ubiquitous that night, which was striking since the theme was “gettin’ rich.”  Motorists in Richmond seemed to enjoy honking when hemmed into traffic. We ended up at the Richmond Marina and I sat and enjoyed myself.

I met some neat people while the fireworks went off and a guy I knew from MTA came up and we talked.  As the party wound down some guy helped me to get to Plaza Station and I crammed into the next rain to Mac with a lot of bikes.  Many many revelers got on in Berkeley making it difficult to transfer.  I kept my friend informed all the way home.  I was alone awake until around 130.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was achy and didn’t want to get up until 1030 but my sister appeared so I went upstairs.  She was having car problems.  We talked about the picnic and eventually I prepared to grab a bus to Java Beach.  On the way out mom told me the belt I had bought her was too small.

I bought a paper on Judah and at Java some people in line told me that the motel next door was famous.  The campers were hogging the wifi at the cafe.  I called Swell then and was glad to be alone getting some air as I walked over.  I looked at panniers and then got the bike.  I talked to my friend on the ride home and texted my sister .  I was pleased be at home alone to do my regular routine until mom showed up at 430 with sweater.  Dad was in an hour later.  I had to get finished quick to make it back to Swell.

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Meet at the Shamrock

I wrote that on the day before I left at 5 and spoke with a guy all the way to the train.  I took the trains to DC and skipped meeting my buddy because he was busy.  I took a break on Sunset to look at the breeze and was honked at on Taraval.  At home I bitched a bit too much about how an acquaintance  had been arrested.  I looked at mom’s stuff with her.  My sister was scheduled to visit the next day.

I walked my bikes to Swell then.  The guys were overburdened.  I made my requests and then rode the Trucker to ninth and had a chicken sandwich at Park Chow.  I chatted with my friend and we agreed to meet at the Shamrock.  She called me when I got there to say she had gone the wrong way.

Once we got through ordering we were able to talk about our plans.  She had to go to Santa Rosa the next day and I was planning on going to East Bay Bike Party.  At home after that and I didn’t want to do much more after that.

On the morning of the day I wrote this I was up at 8 and missed my train because the eighteen was slow.  Instead caught a local and the shuttle took me to work.  Nothing was going on when I arrived.

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Slapped a Rearview Mirror

I wrote the day before that I did the bus bridge and took the trains the rest of the way.  I caught my breath on Sunset and then on 44th at Judah I slapped a rearview mirror and the guy became really angry and yelled at me a lot.  He passed me later and made a lot of noise.  He even stopped a bit later and got his bat out.  At home I was bothered but after a bit I decided to go running.

Once I returned I got in a conversation with my buddy and later my friend .  I had been writing up my posts at that point and when I was done I ate some leftovers and watched some TV.  I worked on the class after that and then watched Bob’s Burgers.  I was in bed at 1030.

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Slapped a Rearview Mirror

I wrote the day before that I did the bus bridge and took the trains the rest of the way.  I caught my breath on Sunset and then on 44th at Judah I slapped a rearview mirror and the guy became really angry and yelled at me a lot.  He passed me later and made a lot of noise.  He even stopped a bit later and got his bat out.  At home I was bothered but after a bit I decided to go running.

Once I returned I got in a conversation with my buddy and later my friend .  I had been writing up my posts at that point and when I was done I ate some leftovers and watched some TV.  I worked on the class after that and then watched Bob’s Burgers.  I was in bed at 1030.

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Yummy Cocktails

On the eighth of September I noted that the night before I had recorded my words and even got them into Google docs but had to give up because my friend had made us dinner.  We had pasta and red sauce with cheese.  She had made yummy cocktails.  We watched cartoons until 1130.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was not interested in getting up.  I managed to take the 18 and get to DC in ten minutes.  The rest of the ride was as normal.  Later I noted that I still had to post my content to the blog but that the process was going alright.

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Points I had Made

I finished recording my thoughts in Oakmont and went inside.  My friend was lining up the knick knacks on the table and everyone was going to choose one. I helped her select stuff.

Later I made a lot of jokes.  Missy had said I was being a good sport and I asked how many points I had made.  I also asked the others and discovered I had fewer points than everyone else. I was eating cookies and my friend had packed many of the dishes. I sat with grandma chatting about my mother and grandmother.

Later I helped her and my friend take down the cork board in the garage. I spent some time out with the car.  A sister had placed her bag in the front. Inside, the house was winding down. We gave everyone a hug and took photo out front.  Then the sister, her boyfriend and I got in the car with my friend and we drove to Santa Rosa. My friend had wanted us to go to her mom's house but there wasn't much time so we dropped them off.  We broke some plates on the way.

Later we got lost and had retrace our path.  Once at her mom’s we were nearly dead with exhaustion. They went through some stuff in the car and they looked at the broken plates.

I wrote that I tried to be funny but that wasn't easy.  We had beer and pizza--it was supposed to be for us and the sister but it was just the two of us. I was in bed at 11.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this the alarm went off at 5:30 and 6:15 but we got up at 9:30.  I had coffee while the ladies talked. I interacted with the pets.  Later my friend sewed a hook and eye onto her skirt.  I noted that one of the ottomans had dishes in it.

After saying goodbye to the folks we tried to ride along the SMART tracks but the bike path was discontinuous so we took Coffey and tried again.  However, the path was too often dirt and the track was at an angle to the street grid.  In one spot the path spit us out into a field and we had to negotiate a dirt track.

We ended up at Flying Goat.  There was a man talking about his new born. We interacted with some of the others there too.  We put sparking water in our bottles and then headed down Olive and then Corby-- past all of the dealerships.  There were only a couple of conflicts along the way. We passed through Moreland which went from urban to rural.  On Scenic we looked at the map and my friend saw a pheasant and later we collected some turkey feathers.  my buddy texted to say thanks for coming.

From there we zigzagged to Graton Casino and I noted that the security there all used bikes. We were going to continue south on Redwood Drive but we stopped for a bit and while my friend was away by herself, I found a path under the freeway.

We continued down a creekside path through Cotati until Plaza where we had some espresso and a muffin. I looked at the map and decided that after taking old highway for a bit we could take Minnesota through the hills.  We decided against going up Ely.  On Macdowell we tried to visit  Lagunitas but they were closed. Macdowell was a terrible road.  We went to the river near Lynch Creek and under the freeway. On Washington there was a driver that said we shouldn't ride in the street.

We had strong beer and food at Dempsey's and wanted to go to a bar but caught the bus instead.

Later I wrote that I had done my notes on the bus until we got off at Golden Gate Bridge.  Then we got the bikes and rode through the presidio.  We went to 15th and crossed over to 25th and Fulton.  We got honked at at 42nd and Lincoln. I lost my bag there. I put it back on and then we rode past Andytown to my house where I found many of the plants had wilted.

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Climb to the Bridge

On the 6th of September I wrote that at 230 the previous Friday I went to a picnic with the coworkers.  My work partner I played frisbee with a really tall guy and a very short girl. We all lost.  I noted that my boss was there too.

I took the shuttle to MV and had a juice at Red Rock.  I bumped my arm running to Caltrain. I transferred to BART and rode home. That was a breath of fresh air.  Some guy yelled at me on 44th. I did a quick review of my list  and then checked in with my sister. I was proud of myself. I rode up to 9 then and then I went to my friend’s.

We were late for Bike Party. My friend said he was there. I dropped my bag at my freind’s and she was wearing a wig. We went to Potrero del Sol, but the skaters said we missed the party. We rode up Chavez until we bumped into some MTA people.

We saw the lady’s on the ride and entered India Basin.  My friend and I found ourselves at a park.  We met my riding partner and his wife.  We also talked with our acquaintances and looked at their bikes. We talked to the guys too.  Eventually my riding partner indicated we needed to go so I said bye to to people and and left.

My friend had trouble with her wheel for a second.  Later I also saw a friend from school. I told him we were not leading but going home.  Our companions went ahead so we gave up and left them.  We went to Schmidt’s and had food. Then we rode to Shotwell and over to my friend’s and I helped her pack.  I was asleep late.

On the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 6:00. It was easy start out of the Mission district by 710 we talked about bike stuff as we rode up the wiggle and through the park.  At Cabrillo a woman in a Mercedes ran a stop sign.  She said sorry. The climb to the Bridge was hard-- an older man like my friend’s outfit. We made photos on the way and had breakfast at Cibo. That was a breath of fresh air.  We rode Bridgeway to Corte Madera and then to larkspur.  By then we were hot and tired, but in good spirits.

We were early. We passed through San Rafael and went through Northgate and Miller Creek. At the top of the bike path there were some older man catching their breath.  They said to take I Street in Petaluma. We made good time without stopping at the Marin Inn or on Redwood Road until Peet’s in Novato where I used Twitter and had coffee. We headed out to Petaluma with a lot of time ahead of us.  My college buddy sent me a message to meet him at 5 or 6.

The climb to the Novato Narrows had a great view of bad traffic but our ride was fine once we passed the on ramp. I noted that Olampali was a good route. I stopped us in some shade so we could catch our breath there. Then we headed out to San Antonio and the climb up I street. We were able to watch the cars and keep pace around the turns.  We were paired with a man on a bike.  It turned out I street wasn't the best choice in town.

We went to Della Fattoria to have an expensive lunch.  I ended up by myself in the back stealing towels. I noted that the meal was delicious. When we were done we rode across the river and saw some ladies playing ukulele.  Then we rode under the freeway where we took pictures on our way to a bike path near Sonoma Mountain Road.  We got a little lost looking for Ely street but managed to take it to Old Highway.  Some lady was snotty to me.

Later at the Cotati Plaza we rested and I was alone enjoying the wind.  We went under the freeway and took Redwood drive and some pathways along the creeks until we got to Stony Point.  Then we rode north until we found the path behind the girls high school. After that we ended up on a path which took us back to Stony Point. We stayed on that road until it turned into  Marlow near the place where my college buddy lives.  He gave us directions.

I introduced my friend to my buddy and his girlfriend.  We put the bikes away and unpacked. When we had gotten ourselves settled we went to an area near downtown Sebastopol to have dinner at Woodfour Brewing. I thought the finger potatoes were really good.  We had the beer taster and the chicken. I was really tired and just tried to keep up with the conversation. After that we went to downtown Sebastopol. We had a drink at Old Main Street Saloon--my friend half expected to see her uncle there.  Later we went back and went to the bar across the street from my buddy’s to play pool.  I was really tired when I fell asleep at my buddy’s house later.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this my alarm went off at 7:30 but we got up at 8:15.  We did breathing exercises and stretched.  Then the four of us got into my buddy’s car and drove to Flying Goat Coffee. I used the wi-fi to look at look for his girl friend on Facebook but couldn't find her.  Later we went to the local bike shop but they were closed.  It was a little later that that we returned, packed and said bye.

Once we got on the road we arrived at my friend's mom's house in less than 5 minutes. they already knew that we had gone on a long cycling trip.  We started the laundry and looked at their knick knack collection.  Later we discussed the day with her and then borrowed the car to visit grandma’s house. On the way we talked about coding projects for optimization. We also tried to go shopping.  At Grandma's family were making making lunch.

I got to know all of them for 45 minutes.  Grandma was sad to be moving but was looking forward to living with her new daughter-in-law in Montana. We had a great buffet lunch with everyone and I helped Charlie pack.  Eventually I went out back to write.

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A Bus to Reservoir

On the fourth of September I wrote that I took the shuttle to Red Rock and then CT, BART to DC.  I took the bike home and then caught a bus to Reservoir with my father.  We were only there for a few minutes before my cousins walked.  Later Dad and I talked about sports, politics and money and halfway through their meal went over to their table.  We talked about the MTA and parking on the bus home.  I posted and watched TV and was in bed at 1130.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 730 and took the slow train to PA.  The shuttle driver said I had a nice smile.  

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With Some Strange People

On the third of September I took the shuttle to MV and the Red Rock.  I took CT to Mib and in DC I met someone to give him is drive.  I then went to ZG and sat next to the VC guy and a lady.  A couple of acquaintances came in and we sat at another table with some strange people.  I made certain I was in the way.  My friend showed up and eventually my drink was gone so we went to Orenchi for dinner.  After that I posted using my new Gdrive method.  I was in bed early.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up and on BART as normal.  I made all of my connections fine to the shuttle.

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 Bartender was Australian

On the second of September I left at around 250 and the VTA was off schedule.  I caught the CT though and gave my presentation notes time limits (but not in clock time) and then read the paper until 24th Street.  I found that Sketchers will likely no longer have my shoe and that I would have to find a new place to get shoes.  I went and got a snack before going to the print shop.

I was frustrated at the printshop and told the professor when he came in.  We discussed the feedback as well.  We discussed the ellipsoid in SQL server.  I opened up pages and people started to filter in.  one person had some questions.  I noted that several things were useless.  I had trouble stuff.  One person had a question.  I noted that things were fine.  Later  there was some discussion of how to print but the professor came back with prints.  It turned out the print office was not actually locked.  Unfortunately someone had already gone at that point.

I Went to the Phoenix and ate.  The bartender was Australian.  The Giants were losing and as I was eating a batter struck out and though it was the seventh I learned later that that was the end of the game.

I had received a text and a call from my friend and headed to her house.  Her roommates were celebrating a birthday.  My friend was doing ok but I was obnoxious.  She and I sat in the living room for a bit and then called it quits.  I was asleep at 12..

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was out of the house in time but the ATM took too long.  At Mib I bought a ticket and used the change to buy a paper.  The rest of the ride through the shuttle was great.

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.

Transit to Tuolumne County

I wrote that the day before I had left at 4 and took the the shuttle to MV.  I had juice at Red Rock and then took CT to BART.  I looked for a Walgreens on Alemany but decided I would have to get my CT ticket the next day.  I rode Font to Lake Merced and took Sunset to Wawona.  I did a lot of laundry when I got home and then had dinner with dad.  He said he would be out for the weekend because he was taking transit to Tuolumne County.  I hated my exercise regime but it was alright by the time I got home.

I started posting for the weekend and tried to get in touch with my friend but she was unavailable.  She ended up calling me and then we had some discussions.  I spent the rest of my time alone.  I tried to work on class but it was too difficult.  I watched TV till 1115 and went to bed at 12.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 630 and took the 18 and then rode my bike to Westlake to get my ticket.  The rest of the commute was normal.

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.

Reviewing my Materials.

We got off the bus at Geary and rode to my friend’s.  Her roommates were there but I wasn’t part of their conversations because I was reviewing my materials and they were all going to bed.  It was a lot later that did the same alone.  In the morning of the day that I wrote this I left at around 610 and took the train to DC where I dropped the bike.  I rode the early CT and took the shuttle.

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.

Stairs Hamper Bike Riding

I was at my friend’s apartment when her roommate came home and wanted to make us dinner.  However, later while talking to her we decided to go to Hayes Valley for dinner because I wanted to see a movie. We had debated where to go and settled on Van Ness because of the time.  My friend was really tired I had to work to get her go.  We were talking to my friend when we decided it was time to go.

We rode Octavia to Page and Charlie suggested Straw Carnival Fair.  We wanted to sit inside but some people took the last table so he sat next to our bikes outside.  We ordered kale and corn on the cob.  I didn't want much to drink.  The owner served us our food and it was good.  However, the service was lacking.  He had let an employee go the day before and was super tired from training new people.

We talked to him for a while.  He had opened five years before and he told us he had learned a lot.  We talked about how SF Park was organized.  I thought that I would talk about my sad relationships with them but instead I discussed organizational politics in the more progressive sectors of city government and non-profits.  When the host came back out to give us our bill it was for the wrong table.

Later we discovered one of the neighbor’s keys opened her garage and we locked up there.  Inside I played with the cat but he was on to us and tried to keep us there.  We spent a bit of time on the couch with him but eventually we got the bike and went to Jefferson Park.  We had to figure out how to get through because the stairs hamper bike riding.  At the park lot we learned that they were open super late.  We walked upstairs talking about organizations.  I wanted to say that smaller organizations are the key to helping the city develop better bicycle infrastructure

We saw American Ultra. I thought that it would be funny but it turned out it was really violent too.  Later my friend said she had gender and race issues with it too.  One advertisement at the beginning of the movie was the “Don't ruin the movie” campaign.  My friend thought it was really violent but later she said she really likes action movies.  We decided to go to Polk and look around.  We settled on Amsterdam.  When we came in I asked the bartender where his clientele had gone and he said Burning Man.

I noted that I had that I had been there before.  We got into a conversation about how sometimes an author embodies the very thing they write about.  Later a regular came in and he bought us beer.  He was on a real rager and the bartender noted that that was normal.  I tried I tried to make certain that we didn't drink too much.  I went to bed late that night.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 9:30 and left my friend’s house at 10:30.  We were going to catch the ferry.  My friend’s roommate, on the way out, said that he might want to accompany us to Marin.  We told him to meet us at the Ferry Building.  Then we rode to Patricia's Green.  I decided to follow her to the neighbor’s place to feed the cat.  Then we went to blue bottle and some lady named wanted to take pictures of my friend because she was wearing a vintage outfit.  She also saw someone that she knew but she didn't remember his name.

We rode Market to the Ferry.  The roommate didn't show up.  We boarded and had food on the boat. We wanted to sit in the back, but we decided go inside of the boat. We talked to some lady from England about her cargo bike and how she was going camping with her son. We saw other cyclists on board.  I noticed that the stewards had trouble docking.  We checked my friend’s rear wheel at the ticket booth and then we started through Cal Park tunnel.

We stopped in San Rafael.  We looked at a consignment shop but I found that the shirts were too small.  Then we went to the bookstore where I bought a notebook and cached my iPod. We got a bit lost on the bike path out of San Rafael but I found us another route.  We had stopped at Wells Fargo.  It stopped halfway up the path out of Millers Creek and then we tried a new way through to Novato on Redwood Boulevard.  The road became a bike path at the hillcrest. We ate crackers there.

We rode into downtown Novato and got a schedule for the buses.  Then we went to Peet's and had some snacks before heading to Olompali State Park.  We got passed by three cyclists and in general it was a really pleasant trip.  At San Antonio we had a lot of choices to make.  We had stopped to rest at the Korean church once we left the park.  A little later we were at I street and had a second rest.  This was around where we learned that San Antonio was a bike detour.  I noted that we should look into it.  The traffic was crap at I street but D was great even after being passed by several cars.

We ended up at a park in Petaluma where I walked around the place alone for a bit.  After that we rode to the waterfront and through the downtown.  We parked in a bike rack and went to the Chicago pizza place.  Then we walked around the town and returned to eat.  The deep dish pizza was good and the service was alright.  Later we went to Kentucky Street and visited Maguire’s bar—the one we wanted was closed.  My friend got into an argument with a patron but it was alright.  I had intended to leave on a later bus but after a couple of drinks we decided to find the Transit Center.  There we were concerned about the number of bikes on the bus, but we ended up boarding fine.

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.

Up for Three Songs

On the twenty ninth of august I wrote that I caught a VTA after running out.  The ride to DC went well I barely remember the ride down Font or Merced.  I took the opposite way ramp at Sunset and 43rd.  At home I took my time but I knew that my friend would be by soon.  However after being by myself or 35 minutes my blog and Gmail weren’t working.  My friend showed up and I felt pressure to go we discussed how to get dinner.  I started laundry.  We went to Cottage Thai and had the usual.  Then we went to the Episcopal Church, where we paid for contra dancing lessons.  The caller was busy so a volunteer cut in and taught us.  Some guy took my friend aside, and I was assigned a partner.

As the lesson went on more and more people showed up until the evening dancing began and I was able to keep up for three songs.  My partner helped me a lot but at one point my friend and I had trouble keeping up so we took a break.  It was a little wet out.  After that we returned to dance with other people.  There was a break soon after we got back together.  We tried to go to Durty Nelly's but it wasn’t the best.  We went to my place then because of the fog.  At Flanahan’s we got a taste of the Outer Sunset and I went to bad.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 10 and got out by 11.  I went with a friend to Beachside and we were going to go to Andytown, but they were too busy.  We did see a worker we knew there though.  We then went to my place, got organized and headed out to Golden Gate Park.

We saw my riding partner’s wife in the Panhandle and went to feed a neighbor’s cat.  At my friend's place we tidied and I went whole foods for coffee and I got snacks.  When I got back my friend's acquaintance came over and eventually another acquaintance came by too.  They took some of my friend's hats and gloves and said they would be at the Gatsby Picnic. My riding buddy came by a bit later and we talked until his wife got in.  She and my friend looked at stuff and eventually I tried on my new pants.

We agreed to go to thrift stores then.  First we took the bikes Thrift Town and locked up.  I looked at toys, my friend found a dress for Mom.  We then walked to mission thrift, and that was fun.  I bought a belt and my riding partner a vest.  After that we walked to 17th and said bye.

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.

Passed out from Exhaustion

On the 28th of August I went to MV on the shuttle and sat on a couch at Red Rock and drank juice.  I transferred at Mib and went to Sears at San Bruno.  I went to DC for the bike.  I went running and then stopped by BoxDog on the way and the mechanic was affected by my attitude.

I walked to my friend’s and she was having a costume party with her old coworkers.  We hung out eating crackers and I even tried on the outfit she had selected.  Later my friend and I went and had Ramen.  She was a bit tired from the party but once food came it was better.  I walked her home.  I nearly passed out from exhaustion.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was out on time.  The commute was usual.  Via text my friend and I discussed her resistance to writing her dreams.  We made plans for the evening.

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

Trouble with the Bulb

On the twenty-seventh of August I wrote that I took the VTA the day before and had a juice at Red Rock.  I took CT and BART.  Some lady in an SUV skipped the roundabout on Font.  I noted that later I continued to have trouble with the bulb.  At home I went running after having dinner with the parents.  I was back at 7.  I worked on posting by myself until I was done with class work.  I went and watched TV.  I was in bed at eleven.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I left at my new time—620—and made it to DC with little to spare.  I may my all of my connections after that.

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.