Dufy, Matisse, Picasso, Braque

On the morning of the eighteenth I wrote that I went to eat at Hibou and I started to write. We had been doing laundry. My friend had picked up some pastries on the way, stopped by the post office and met me at the hotel.

I did a bit of work there and we took our time before getting bikes and heading down Granelle to Invalides and across the Seine on the passarelle near the Eiffle Tower. It was frustrating looking for a place to park. We had to walk over to the nearest metro. As we returned I noted that the median was being set up as an art walk.

The Musée d'Art Moderne de la Ville de Paris (MaM) was free because the new exhibit was not open yet. We thought there wouldn't be a lot to see as a result but later we found that the permanent collection was quite extensive. We looked at Dufy, Matisse, Picasso, Braque, Derain  and saw a very large painting by Delaunay. Later I was able to sit in some viewing rooms to watch sheep grazing and a piece called JG by Tacita Dean. Finally we sat down at the cafe and after a few moments talking about how terrible the architecture was we sent a critique of the museum’s brutalist architecture to Twitter.

From there we headed over to the Trocadero where we saw break dancers and Syrian protesters and took a picture of the Eiffel Tower. We found that the Cafe Trocadero had great sorbet and a nearly uninterrupted view of the tower. We also stopped at the Arc de Triomphe to take photos before walking down Champs de Elysees and on to the Tuileries Gardens.  While there we stopped at a fancy patisserie to buy macarons and got a great picture of the Ferris wheel.

Near Metro Madeline we received word from our French acquaintance so grabbed some wine at Fauchon before taking a train to her place at Gabrielle Péri. It was packed but we saw the Seine and were able to get to the apartment easily. Our acquaintance had just walked up when her roommate opened the door.

They lived there with four others- two ladies and two guys- but one of them was out.  They offered me beer while we made introductions.  They had baguette and had a bunch of cheeses and dried meats. We crowded around the coffee table to eat. The food was great. I made light comments about pop and my favorite stuff. One of the girls was in marketing and was going to visit Brazil. She had been there the longest. Another- she was an engineer- was really quiet but played us a lot of music. One was studying to be a nurse and was a bit goofy.

Our acquaintance told us about her family and how her grandma had a Russian name, which conjugate a certain way.  There was cheese and ham. We drank her wine as well as ours. We told her we needed to go but she insisted we eat some of her chestnut butter. Later we are the macarons and coffee liqueur. I wanted to stay all night but eventually we grabbed the jackets and made our way to the now quiet subway station.

On the train I had to close my eyes but we needed to transfer at Lazare. Upon my arrival at the hotel I left my friend to do her thing and headed to the room. I was exhausted and went to sleep almost immediately.

The morning that I wrote this was nice but we had to catch a train to Frankfurt. We passed through the post office before going to Mabillon and taking the metro to Pont Marie where we found La Caféothèque.  We were underwhelmed- possibly because it didn’t conform to our concept of a French cafe- but the coffee was good and we even got beans.

We skipped the Hôtel de Ville because we were behind. We made it to l'Est fine and then I sent text and other messages to Frankfurt and other places. We also talked to the information desk before boarding with a bunch of bread for our acquaintance in Frankfurt. We talked about birds during the ride. The train was fast.

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Monet, Manet, Pissarro, Sisley

On the eighteenth I wrote that I had gotten up the day before and I started writing.  My friend and I went to a place called Eggs near Dragon street. It was in an old cottage and half of the attic was a diorama of a chicken coup. We tried to get the window seat but they were cleaning the windows. In fact a few people tried to sit there. The waiter even relocated a few people while we ate.  Later some big men say near us. Everyone spoke English.

When we were finished we walked across St Germain then and followed Universite to musee d'Orsay then. When we entered we went to the top and had coffee. There was a big clock in the window.  We walked into the galleries on the fifth floor then. That floor had many impressionists including Monet, Manet, Pissarro, Sisley and even some sculpted ballet dancers from Degas. I also noted the Le Déjeuner sur l’herbe which turned out to be a recurring theme.

We passed the gift shop on the fifth floor then and I noted the second clock facing the street. The fourth and third floors had a lot of meticulously carved Art Nouveau furniture. There were also a lot of great images that were unfortunately poorly lit.

There was a scale model on the bottom floor depicting the opera and its environs which I photographed. We had to sit for a bit and then we saw Latour, Moreau and Lautrec. There were countless pieces from Gauguin and Van Gough including Starry Night over the Rhone.

We had lunch in the museum then and the meal was great.  We finished the bottom floor then.  While the special exhibits gallery was closed we still saw a lot of Spanish paintings. We were especially happy to see Manet’s Olympia, Fifer and Ladies in the Garden.

We left them after getting postcards and our coats and then grabbed some bikes and crossed the river to visit the Eiffel Tower. The going was difficult so crossed when we could and took photos of the tower. We saw a trike get a ticket so quit.  We took a photo instead.

We dropped the bikes the and settled on a cafe on rue de Clar. We had a snack and tea, tried to send photos but had trouble. Charlie texted Sheryl about underwear. Eventually we started to run late so we got the bikes and took Grenelle to the hotel.

The ride was contra flow and difficult as a result. However we did manage to find Velib parking spaces. Unfortunately we had a hard time making a quick turnaround at the hotel to meet my old acquaintance from Madrid. Our communication via social media had been spotty but he had only just arrived home when we arrived at his place near Montmartre.

We hung out at his nice apartment for a while sipping white port and sparkling water.  My friend noted the red accents. He told us about his career since Madrid and how he had become a general manager. Later we walked down Boulevard Batignolles to the bridge over Montmartre cemetery and continued on to Abbeses. On the way we saw an urban arrow cargo bike.

We sat down at a nondescript bistro and we chatted while the waiter took his time serving us. We discussed FB for world traveling and how lonely it can be to work in several countries over time. My old friend assisted us in ordering and we split some muscadet and salmon toast.   He told us about how he had been an intern while in school. He told us that the Madrid team had been ideal.

We had salad, scallops and chicken while talking about our personal lives and politics.  This brought us back to how his responsibilities interfered with his personal life. In time he recounted his plans for travel to see family and also to see friends in Brazil. He told us he was doing yoga and appreciated it as a ritual. We finished with dessert and drinks. It was getting late and my old friend had to get up early so we walked to Abbeses and said goodbye before descending the long stairwell to the station.

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We ate Quiche Lorraine

I wrote on the seventeenth that my friend and I had walked down Saint Germain to Odeon and tried Hibou for breakfast.  There was a guy right outside smoking and the door wasn't well sealed.  I had juice and delicious bread and was bummed that I had not gotten an omelette but my friend shared hers.  The waiter looked like some one out of a Guy Richie movie.  My friend missed the reference.

We walked up Saint Solpice then where she bought a broach at a store but the hat store had nothing she wanted.  I left her at a glove shop and went to the hotel to type and work on the blog.  I got to see the gloves she had gotten a bit later as we were walking through the neighborhood.  We saw a museum dedicated to Delacoix and made the note to go some time.  

We stopped at the a patisserie called Carton because of a mutual acquaintance and took the pastries to Cafe Paris next door.  Later we walked to the river and crossed on the Pont des Artes and on to the Louvre.  We had contemplated getting tickets but ended up walking up Avenue de L’Opera.

At the Magasin- Galleries de Lafayette- we looked at scarves and then wandered around the center for a while.  After that we went to the roof and took a photo of the Eiffel Tower and went to the L’Opera restaurant on Mogadore street where we ate Quiche Lorraine.  I took photos of Printemps and then we doubled back to buy some scarves.

That was when we headed down Avenue de L’Opera avenue via the 7 train to visit the Louvre.  It took a while to find tickets and we also had a bit of trouble with the coat check but we decided to wait till be returned.  It was late night at the museum so we only had a few hours.

We started on the Richeleu side and looked at statues for a while.  There were a lot of antiquities after that.  I started to push us to see the Mono Lisa then because we were running out of time.  I noted that we had had to rest a lot while walking because we had been walking so much.

Once we had rested enough we raced up to catch the French paintings and the Mono Lisa.  My old classmate texted right around then.  He thought I was joking when I sent him a photo of the Mono Lisa.  Later we tried to look at the 19th century french painters and nearly got to the end before the museum closed.  We saw Delacroix, some Ingres and a bit more.  The staff started to shoo us out and we had to walk to the central stairway.  The locker worked when we got to it.

I took us to a place next to Pyramides then.  We had fries and potato soup over drinks.  Then we walked to Saint Petres and tried a place called Lipp.  We had wanted to eat desert but they ignored us too long and we decided to quit.  I was asleep at 1230

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Magenta Past Gare duNord

I had spent the early morning writing and ended up getting out of bed much later than normal. My friend and ate in the kitchen but this time we ate very little before going to Pain Quotidian. So when we got there we weren't full. We split a fixed menu. The fruit compote was an interesting mix of apple and citrus. There was white chocolate spread.

We walked to the space near the EDF Foundation and then we went to the hotel to get laundry. We had found a place near the Marché St. Germain.  An Aussie couple helped us but it was straightforward. We went to Hibou and had chicken. They messed our salad up. I had to return to the laundry a couple of times and I picked up water on the way.

We had coffee and then we went to get stuff at the pharmacy. I got a new jacket and after stopping by the hotel we picked up bikes and got lost in the neighborhoods. We visited Notre Dame and St. Louis. Later we went to Place Bastille and up the canal.  My friend was having a hard time so we went to Café Craft on Vinaigiers.

Later we rode on rue Magenta past Gare duNord and drop the bikes off at Rue Lafayette. Then walked up Passage Briare and on to to Place Pigalle. I noted some of the private alleys on Masse.  We sat and had cheese and wine. My friend was enjoying herself but we had to go after a couple of drinks.

The next morning at eight we stopped in the kitchen before catching a train Solpice to the second arrondissement.  There we went looking for an acquaintance. We found our friend at a cafe on rue de Petits Carreaux. There we talked for a while and learned about each other. We looked at maps and I got coffee and when we were done we walked to the Les Helles. We stopped at a shop and bought her a flower and she helped us buy tickets.

She told us how to get to Versailles but when we did that the station attendant told us the C train was not working so ended up at Chatalet drinking sparkling water at a café named Le Benjamin. Later we found our way to La Defense and took the U train to Chantiers.

From there we walked to a pub called Helios then where we ate before heading into the chateau.  Some tourists really wanted to help us as we walked up.  We went to the information office and then on to the gardens for a peek.  Then we walked into the castle and started to look around.

We took pictures of the gold leaf and tried the different chambers.  By the time we had passed through the rooms with images of Napoleon we discovered that we had entered half way and that the walking was only one way so we started over.  We began by looking at the palace models and learned about Louis XV.  Eventually we passed the earlier portion of the walk and just went for postcards.

The chateaux was closing then so we headed for the gardens where we found a cat in the forested areas and a whole lot of fountains near the grand channel.  We discussed getting bikes sometime and while we were looking at around.  We got tired really fast so sat at La Flotilla for refreshments.  After that we returned to the palace and onwards to the Gare Versailles where we caught the next train.

We transferred to an 8 before and headed to the Opera from there.  My first choice for dinner was expensive but we found an ok place called Tivoli.  I liked that.  Later we went to a place called Cafe M on Maubeuge.  The waitress was nice and made us creme brûlée.  She told my friend to be careful walking in Paris at night.

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Marche de Saint Germain

On the fourteenth of March I wrote that I had had a glass of pastis at El Dante and then I walked back to the room via the dark alleys and settled in for the night and was asleep around 12.

I noted that I remembered sleeping late and was up around 930.  My friend and I went to the kitchen at around 10 and she had wanted to go to Pain Quotidian.  I noted that the streets were quiet on our way over there and the cafe was not crowded.  We made some mistakes ordering and some things were in short supply.  We ended up with a lot of coffee and less food.

We had made notes for the day and got ready to go.  There was a big crowd as we were leaving and my friend decided that there had to be a farmers market nearby based upon the bags of vegetables.  Back at the room we found that the Marche de Saint Germain had a market so we walked there and she got fruit.  Then we got some water and pastries.

We walked around the cavernous Eglaise Saint Sulpice then-  there was no mass going on.  After that we visited the Palaise de Luxembourge.  We ate figs and watched the sailboats- which were marvelous.  I saw some interesting hooded gulls.  Later we walked up Bonaparte to the Tour de Montparnasse.  We passed velib on the way and should have rented them but decided not to.  Some lady needed a spot to park her bike.

We walked to the Edgar Quintet and on to the tower.  The trip to the 56th floor was complicated by security and useless photo booth but after buying a couple of drinks we made it to the roof for some pictures of the sunset.  Back in the warm gallery on the 56th we wanted to see the city lights through the window and found that the perfect time is right after sunset when the lights come on.

We headed to the Gare de Montparnasse then to catch a 6 train to the Rue de Clar.  We really enjoyed the hustle over to the station and boarded pretty quickly.  At Cambronne station we walked up Joffre past the Eiffel Tower and its bright beacon.  We were really hungry at Rue de Clar and had a bit of trouble sitting at Cafe Central deciding where to eat.  Eventually we settled on a place called Tribeca.  The food and the wine were alright.

Later we got little lost until we found Grenelle.  I had an easier time after that since that street took us straight to the hotel.

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The Trip Was Expensive

In the morning of the day I left for Paris- the tenth of March- I woke up to realize the morning had a lot of lag in it.  However, my friend wouldn’t allow me to be lazy.  I had already packed but also had a list of things to grab on the way out.

My friend and I caught an F and noted that the light at Octavia was out and traffic extended for a few blocks in every direction.  We got off at 5th and went to Blue Bottle then we took BART to 16th to stop by the bank and get a cup of coffee before going to SFO.  Once we went through the security checkpoint at Terminal G we had pizza and bought some things- mostly candy.

On the plane I had the middle seat between the window and aisle.  Focusing on my newspaper, I tried hard not to think about the birds during takeoff and up to dinner at around five.  The airline had a great interactive map which gave me information about the trip.  The lady at the window fell asleep and my friend watched three movies.  I only saw one having chosen to focus more on music and TV shows.

The staff were hard to interact with because I didn’t speak French.  However, my friend got me a few free drinks.  She was able to sleep a bit but we had a hard time in general.  She thought the flight at nine and a half hours was long.

Near the end of the flight breakfast seemed silly because it was nearly 11p SF time but it was served at the right time of the morning Paris time.  We arrived a bit after finishing our meal at around 1030a.  We had arranged for a taxi but it was late so I suggested we take the train.  However, the driver arrived shortly after that.

The traffic on the road was a bother but not as bad as traveling in California.  I noted that the driver took us through a variety of urban locals and later it was apparent that had no reason to drive us around the Arc de Triomphe or the Champs d'Elysees but it was nice. The trip was expensive but I didn’t mind in the end.

The hotel turned out to be cramped but also acceptable since it was relatively close to everything we wanted to see.  Being exhausted we helped each other unpacking.  We walked through the sixth district then and I noted that my friend's directions were confused by the small irregular blocks.  Eventually we found costume– it had been recommended by Sprudge.  The coffee it was delicious. I had a muffin which stand my pants.

I started to interact with my European compadres.  While meeting one wasn't likely to pan out the others seemed to look good.  Later we went to an art store because my friend had to purchase an eraser and a pencil.  After that we stopped by a pharmacy and I picked up some water.

Then we returned to the hotel to drop off our materials and look for a pizza place.  However, when we were on Cannette street we decided to go to a pub for burgers.  We discussed the birds. The burgers were good and I went to bed around 10.

We made it to the hotel kitchen by eight and I noted that the waiter had trouble interacting with us but someone in the café volunteered. Later my friend wanted to know how to say thirty-two in French.  We walked to a cool cafe and I wanted to try the place. I felt embarrassed by my language skills but managed. My friend wanted to go to Les Puces but we couldn’t figure out the metro tickets so we sat back down at the cafe and tried to figure it out.

When we had purchased our Visite tickets we rode to the end of the four line.  Then we followed an English couple to the flea markets.  We thought we would have to sit down and check the map but we quickly found it.  We immediately found stuff to look at and I bought some lead type.  I then dragged my friend  to another alley hoping to get us lost.  We found ourselves at the beginning again and this time chose some other alleys.  I tried to get myself lost this time but by then I had found a map and ended up buying some stamps for mom instead.

We found a fabric shop and my friend bought a pattern and some lace.  I impressed the shopkeeper with my Google Translate skills and then we headed over to a cafe where I had a glass of J&B and she had some sparkling water.  Then we walked through the furniture market.  I noted that we had seen a bunch of interesting bikes.  She had seen her old and current bikes while I had inspected a Raleigh with bolted seat stays.

When we had grown tired of the market I managed to find a way to easily escape and we boarded the Metro at Clignancourte and headed to Barbes and Rochechoart where we walked to a restaurant.  From there we went looking for the Marche de Saint Pierre but I took us to the the wrong entry in our book- a random park on the east side of Barbes.  Later we found the shops though.

From there we climbed to Sacre Coeur and sat idly at Nadar.  Later we walked through the plaza at Norvins and then descended to Blvd Clichy.  We got some cookies on the way and we ended up seeing the Molin Rouge at Blanche station then.  I was sad to discover that we would only pass through Place Pigalle and not get to see it because we needed to head back to the hotel to rest.

We got off the train at Sevres then and walked to a cafe.  Later we walked to the Marche de Saint Germain and had dinner.  Then we walked to El Dante and I started to write in my notebook.

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Nonchalance Won Me Over

On the sixth of March I wrote that when I was finished I drove us to the gym and parked.  Someone yelled at me about my parking. I went to the cafeteria and dad’s compadres greeted me.  Then I went upstairs.  I spoke to people I used to know.  I noted that one person was excited about birds.

I sat with the my family until the bagpipes started.  I made a recording and I heard an announcement about the car so I went and checked the car but it was fine. I introduced my friend to an old classmate and interacted with some oldtimers.  When dinner was served my friend and I stood in line with the old principal.

Then I sat and ate with old acquaintances and I asked a lot of questions.  My friend and mom got along fine.  My brother in law came and sat with his cousin and I told my niece I would send her to France someday.  Later friends about dinner and my friend let the roommates know.  I went to bed at 10:30.

I slept terribly and awoke at 7:30 but I wasn't up till 930.  I tidied, dumped the garbage and walked to the street.  That was when the guy who lived downstairs got upset upset at me over my use of “his” door to the house. My friend came down and we told him we will get keys. I was bothered by the interaction but eventually my friend's nonchalance won me over.

We walked to the cafe and had the usual.  We talked about dinner.  When we were done I walked her to the bus and went to the apartment.  Later Il checked out the beans and the chicken and decided to get cans. I went to the mechanic, who told me I would have to return with a handlebar.  After that I went to the market and had coffee.

I returned to the apartment, dropped my things and grabbed the bike and rode to box dog then.  I looked at the bill for the Crosscheck again.  They clearly were going to charge me a lot for the bike but I but I didn't car.  After that I returned to the apartment and my friend appeared a bit later.

I started to get ready for the party then.  I started the food and my friend returned to sewing.  I had just begun when my riding partner showed up. My buddy came in after that.  They were in the kitchen with me and we drank beer.  I noted that the girls were in the other room.  I had the meal nearly ready when the last guest- a professional host- but a couple of people weren’t staying to eat.

We toasted and then they left before we sat and had tacos.  I was cooking for 15 minutes while they talked.  I sat down and ate it was nice they all showed up.  I did dishes and checked on people.  I wanted to see if they go out later.  We had dessert then and talked.  My friend appreciated my diligence.  We packed up and headed to the bar.

We bought drinks and talked about bands, TV, Donnie Darko and Judge Reinhold.  Later I mentioned that no one would ever have it as bad as millennial's and they agreed.  After that we argued over Bernie's Middle East and gun policies.  I had to text a friend. I mentioned I might see them at the Tonga Room.  I left them then and walked to the apartment. I went to bed around 12AM

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Collision and Handlebar Work

On the fifth of March I wrote that I rode through light mist to Redwood City feeling like I had had a good day.  I took the train to Milbrae and onto the apartment my friend was sitting, making pillows.  I left her to do that for a bit and when I return she hadn't finished eventually went over to the shop and hashed out the bill for the collision and handlebar work.

Then and had a special at Thieves and returned to the apartment.  My friend and I made the leftover salmon then.  I noted that she just finished with the sewing but I left her in the front of the apartment to cook.  We ate and then I let her know that my twitter acquaintance, my buddy and my riding partner had all shown interest in going to CIty Beer Store.  My friend was excited about that.

I took the 14 to 8th street.  I noted that there was a crazy guy.  I was wearing my blue suede shoes and had my friend's umbrella.  I found my twitter acquaintance at City Beer and ordered.  We talked about the guys.  We also talked about broader circles.  My buddy walked in and I found a seat.  I wanted a bottle so I went and found one in the coolers.

Once I got the bottle open it was closing time so I finished and we walked around the neighborhood.  We found a deli place but ended up at a ramen place.  My twitter acquaintance posted a picture on the way.  The food ok and then we went to the beer garden but it was raining.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this my friend made me breakfast.  She was exhausted so I sat in the a living room and hung out with her.  She started sewing but the sewing machine did a stitch that she hated.  I cut it out for her and then tidied.

Later I looked at stuff with her while her roommate ate breakfast with us for a bit.  I scheduled a meeting with an acquaintance my friend she didn't approve of the email.  I then threw all of my receipts away and checked for other things.

Eventually we walked to the N and then walked to the cafe in the rain.  We were really wet and tried to dry off but ran through the rain instead.  At the house I was really angry because we had to dry off.

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I Practiced Everyone’s Name

On the second of February I wrote that Albert drove me to the station the day before.  I made plans to drop the bike off at and my friend and I arranged to meet.  I walked to the apartment and she miraculously showed up as I was dropping the bike off.

We walked down Valencia and chatted with her dance partner in passing before getting to class a little late.  We had a great time.  The teacher was a bit sick but we were able to practice because of it.  I practiced everyone’s name.

Afterwards we walked to an veggie Indian place and when we finished she had lunch for the next day.  I made sure she had enough to tide herself over and then caught a 48 to West Portal where I dropped by the Phily Club before running for an L.  On the walk to the house mom told me not to take the garbage out so I only changed the tire on the bike.

I noted that I was alone at the house because the parents had gone to TH so I took the garbage out and did a few other things.  I made the mistake of forgetting my passport which was frustrating.  I rode the Rockhopper up Irving and noted that the streets were quiet.  However, there were more than usual at Alvord Lake and behind the Safeway on Duboce on my way to the apartment.  I was asleep at 12.

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Stuff About the Future

On the first of March I wrote that I went to Redwood City and ended up catching the 346 train to Millbrae. I took the bike down Font and rode around liquor said and then I rode to Walgreens at 39th ave. I got myself a new CT ticket and then I rode home.  I saw neighbor's nephew and said hi to him and then I went inside

My sister was visiting mom and dad and I hung out with her for a short period but had to go to pick up her kid.  I sat with mom and discuss things.  I also talk to dad about money.  I wanted to get funding for the birds.  Later on I went downstairs to the room and getting ready for the evening.  I was down there until mom came down to do some laundry and then we went upstairs and had dinner.

The conversation covered a lot of stuff about the future.  It was mostly me talking about the birds and funding.  When I was done I kinda tidied up the kitchen but I went downstairs immediately.  I posted everything to the blog and then I moved everything that I couldn't manage in my paper to the notebook analysis but that didn't work out.

I decided to close up and then I went and watched some TV.  I had some ice cream with mom mom asked me a bunch of stuff mostly how to tether her iPhone.

This morning I woke up at five but left the house at 6 o'clock.  I rode up Irving just fine and came down the wiggle as usual.  When I got on to Duboce some guy cut me off so I stood in front of him at Mission Street.  He didn't like that so he hit me from behind. I tried to get him to give me his insurance but he refused so I called police they asked me to come down to the station.

My friend showed up we did a bunch of phone calls.  I sent some tweets out.  Then we went to the apartment and dropped off the bike.  We stopped at four barrel and had coffee.  My friend and I then walked to Valencia station where we did a lot of waiting for the officer on duty to talk to me.

He asked me a few questions.  I was super late for work and I didn't have the boss' phone number.  I had sent messages on Facebook though and eventually I told the officer that I was late.  He gave me my case number and told me that it was OK to go.  He also gave me the phone number for the hit-and-run hotline.

At BART I said goodbye to my friend.  I got on the train and texted mom then.  When I got to Millbrae I boarded Caltrain and called the hit-and-run hotline.  I got a message from my coworker, who said I was OK while I was walking from the station.

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My Bike Seemed Improved

On the trip to the bike shop I interacted with my friend about her walk to the thrift store and our trip up Tam.  I noted that the mechanic was a nice guy but is very business oriented.  They were set to have an anniversary party in a week.

I headed out for GGP then and stopped near 17th to catch my breath.  My bike seemed improved.  I then rode to the Panhandle and saw an acquaintance on the way.  At Pierce I decided to check if my friend wanted to meet me at a new bar.  She told me she was tired but insisted upon meeting me..

When she arrived she made a stop at the furniture store and later I introduced her to the bartender.  We had a drink together.  A bit later we went to Safeway and she called our friends before a short bit we stopped by their house.

They showed us the new kitchen and a bit later we walked up to Duboce Park for a dinner of pizza and salad.  Their son had gotten up late so was energetic.  We talked about birds and work.  On the way back they gave us some antiques.

The next day she and I rode Market to the ferry terminal for a trip to Marin but missed our boat.  We decided to go to see an acquaintance at the coffee shop and I got a toy from the Market Street Railway Museum.  We boarded the next ferry a short while later eating bignets.

When we got to Sausalito we rode through the parking lots and took Caledonia to Sausalito.  After Mike’s Bikes we took photos at the Richardson Bay Bridge.  We sat near Sycamore then to eat the oranges and talk about people before we headed to Mill Valley where we had coffee and quiche.  We talked about how to improve the Lady’s Ride.

After that we took Blythdale through the neighborhoods and returned to Sycamore and headed up the path.  We rode up Lomita to Horse Hill.  She talked to me about building a vintage buggy for three using expertise from firms she knew.  She mentioned some of her friends that were good with CADD as we entered Corte Madera.  We then rode to Lakeshore and then up to Larkspur where we sat on a bench and looked at the news.

She said that she really liked the route as we boarded the boat back to SF.

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.

Cous, Spinach and Squash

On the twenty-seventh of February I wrote that when I finished work I rushed to RWC without finishing my typing.  My friend and I debated but decided to meet at the apartment.  I stopped at Wells and then rode to her apartment.  She was organizing the kitchen but later she made cous cous, spinach and squash.  When we were done I cleaned up and we hung out.  Her roommate appeared so I went to Cellarmaker because a twitter friend of mine had posted about it.

However, I had missed him.  I ended up tweeting with several people via Twitter in the course of my walking.  I also interacted with an acquaintance I hadn't seen in a while.  I told her about the birds and then I went to Bloodhound to compare Highspire with High West Double Rye.  

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.

Pause next to Zuni

On the twenty-sixth of February I wrote that I was hard pressed to finish typing so simply quit and tried to get to the train on time.  My friend texted but I had decided to go home.  I got off at Mib and DC and on Font some motorist was yelling at me so I detained him.  My chain became inoperable after that so I coasted to the 18.  I walked home and then fixed the chain with the breaker before trying to work on things but had a hard time.  The parents wanted me to eat but I had had plans with my friend.

A bit later I grabbed my things and the bike and rode to Page via Irving.  Later I descended Page and locked up at Pause next to Zuni.  The ladies greeted me and asked the bartender to moved to a new table.  There we got to know each other and ordered more food.  Later my friend and I walked our acquaintance to her car.

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 People were Sweeping

On the twenty-fifth of February I wrote that I left around 330 and went to 16th.  I went to the apartment via the alleys.  There were cops talking to people there and some people were sweeping the street.  My friend was eating an ice cream.  I sat with her and we looked at pictures.  I left her alone and she got on the phone with her brother.

Later I walked to the Uptown and interacted with an acquaintance,  who had lived in Arcata when I was there.  I had a couple of drinks and noted the Warriors were winning.  Later, I found my buddy at the biergarten locking his bike up.

We found a table to sit at and ordered.  He told me that he had purchased a Geo Metro and would drive across the country to Atlanta with his stuff.  I told him it was sad he was moving but I knew he had purpose.  I told him about my life and the plans I had with my friend.  I learned that we were planning on traveling at the same time.  We also decided that we should meet up before long since we only had a few weeks.

We talked about friends and Tweed.  His best friend had a lot of professional relationships and was around his age.  We split the bill and walked to Shotwell's for a beer.  I told him about the mixed up phone numbers and an acquaintance's party.  Much of the discussion was the same until we said goodbye.  

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.