Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Getting into My Tweed

On 7 November I wrote that I noted that I was getting into my tweed when I discovered there was a bunch of noise in the front room. I noted that when I had everything all of a sudden my friend’s sister was downstairs.

I went for the meet up spot but no one was there – literally right before the meet up time. I found someone at the upper playground and that was when my friend and her sister arrived.

I noted that we relocated to the meet up spot and made ready to go get the trike at the laboratory via 19th. The executive gave us cotton candy. Then he lowered the trike to us. That was around when we left for Dolores Park again. Back at Dolores Park there were a lot of people but I wanted to hassle. I saw a bunch of people I knew.  There were photos.The executive we had interacted with had showed up.

We took Sanchez and then went up the Wiggle.  We had had a hard time with the Extracycle and my trike but they ran quietly enough. My friend and I discussed strategy and decided that we didn't need anything from the store. I interacted with many of the ride participants.

At the conservatory my friend’s old coworker offered us cheese and and tea until my mom and sister appeared with my niece. One of my Sacramento acquaintances offered me a beer.

Several people asked to ride the trike as I got some water.  I've interacted with one of the previous organizers around then. We had to go take a photo after that and my friend and I got extra photos. It was about time to leave then. I talked over some whiskey with a photographer. I also met a very well dressed lady from San Jose with a Sherlock Holmes hat.

I said bye to my mom and we rode with my niece to Page Street crossing and where we said bye to my sister.

There was an open house for a local high school but we managed to go through just fine after driving down Haight Street.  We headed to Page and Webster and then rode through Hayes Valley on McAllister before entering Civic Center and finishing the ride at 20th century.

We created a really large crowd there. I noted that it was trouble at first but soon the customers start clearing out and cyclists took their places. I noted that a few revelers left.

Someone had to be watching the bikes at all times so the organizers were stuck outside much of the time. I got some fresh air with the ladies and some of my friend’s best buddies stood at the door and made a bunch of noise. Eventually we sat down inside and I got some sparkly.

Once we were all seated my friend’s buddies and the organizers brought out a birthday cake. We sang happy birthday and took photos. Then she said stuff to everyone individually and people start to head out. I noted that a Sacramentan said they were going to Two Sisters. So, after I had dropped my friend off quietly at home I met them and few others for a drink and some talk.  I thanked everyone and went to smugglers cove with one of the organizers and her friend’s then.

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.

Friday, November 18, 2016

He Knew Enough People

On 5 November I wrote that my friend made me beef stew and it was delicious. She also gave me whiskey to go. When I was finish we said bye and I got beer on the corner and rode to Dolores Park.  I met a guy on the way. When we got to the park I noted that I shared my whiskey with the guys, some of whome had just arrived.

We went up Sanchez and I managed to pass everyone. At Duboce I was in the front.  We took Oak and then I took it easy on the panhandle. I saw my pianist acquaintance then and we talked about celebrity.  I kept telling him that if he went into ads then he could do radio and eventually he could start doing more music.

I was trying to convince him, as we were making a loop around Pelosi and MLK, to talk to the local twitter sensation that we both read.  The guy had a radio show that I thought he would do well on.  I also told him not doing ads would get him to the point where he knew enough people. He said that he had also thought about comedy. I suggested talking to a comic I knew.

At the conservatory I parked next to one of the guys’ bikes and suggested to them that they go on a bike ride with me to Marin sometime.  One of them introduced me to his coworker - one of which built mouintaing bike trails. I talked with a bunch of regulars as I toured the party.

I saw some of the organizers - they had recently married - and gave another one an umbrella. I then spoke to a programmer I knew about something that was close to my expertise. I spoke to still more regulars and then the ride was leaving.

We went through the dahlias to page and then to Haight street.  Near Webster I skipped a few blocks and got lost all by myself on McAllister because I had passed the green flag.

I met the the group at Civic Center and we talked as I finished my beer. I said goodbye to everyone and told several people that I'd see them on Sunday.
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.

Monday, November 14, 2016

Tickets for The Tasting

On November 4 I wrote that I often do this thing where I walk back-and-forth in the house while my friend is making noise in the living room. I wrote that I did this thing for a while before it was time to go get the farm box.

I sent my Twitter follower a message as I was walking down the street. The box was easily accessible and then I went to the hashtag event. There was quite a crowd there. Two colleagues who's company I really enjoy were there and that was nice.  I struck up a conversation with one about a found photographs non-profit we knew and in a short bit the other was sitting nearby too.

I met a French guy and the organizers were nearby.  I noted that some leaders were were absent. I noted that a minor twitter celebrity was also there and I also met a few others. One guy had this nifty app.  They were a few other interesting people.

My twitter follower showed up and he was clearly grateful to be around us.  He knew the minor twitter celebrity well and they stayed in conversation the rest of the night.  The bartender gave us tickets for the tasting. The troop of us went over. I snuck an extra drink.

This is when an associated personality - a fellow alumnus - came around and I noted that he had a bunch of plants. One of my colleagues – the chicken farmer – took one. One of the organizers took one of the others. When the organizer learned we were fellow alumnae the organizer mentioned another person from my college. She had had an interview with him.

I had one more beer and then I hung out with the twitterers before leaving. I went to the pizzeria and had a beer while my pizza was being made. Then I went to the apartment.


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.

Thursday, November 10, 2016

A Bus to Union

On the thirtieth of October I wrote that my neice and I hatched a plan for the day and walked to Rainbow Grocery. Then we went to Goodwill on mission and caught a bus to Union. The ladies were supposed to meet us but they couldn't. So, we caught a 45 to Lyon and walked past the Yoda statue to the Disney Family Museum.

I got us tickets while she checked our jackets.  We started on the first floor looking at Disney's early stuff and progress through to his midlife and onto Cinderella and etc. He created all this new cinematic technology and moved into a thing he called Animatronics. There's a scale model of Disneyland.

I had a snack while my niece got a souvenir for her sister and then we walk to Fillmore Street. She hated the buses but the views and neighborhoods made up for it.  At Duboce we walked to the apartment. I left the girls alone quietly in the bedroom before we had tacos with my friend’s aunt and her sister-in-law. When the aunt left we put on costumes and three of us left a little late for the Halloween party then.

We took the J from market and got off the 22nd and then climbed a huge hill to the party. First I saw the host and a guest we knew well. I noticed a whole bunch of people I knew. There were even some people from Sacramento.

In the kitchen there were several people I knew from bike party.  At one point many of us were in the backyard getting some fresh air.  There were a few people I had gotten to know over a long period.  Later I talked to the hostess and one of the organizers from Sacramento.

A couple of people left a little bit later as I was trying to set up a trip to Sacramento.  However, I discovered later that there was an event I wanted to do so I put it off. I made promises for overtime. I also tried to recruit people to travel to Chico or Marin.

My niece was falling asleep at that point so I introduced her to the host and we left after saying bye to everyone.  We went to the J and waited.  Later we walked to the apartment and it took several hours for us to wind down.

On the day that I wrote this I was up at 7:30 in the morning. The ladies were in the living room and I was writing.  A bit later I walked to whole foods and got coffee. I talked to a well known organizer who told me to look into research and then told me to volunteer.

Back at the apartment it was time to eat the cake my neice had made.  We spent a lot of time talking about how great it was. We ate too much.  I did the dishes after we ate and the ladies spent a few hours in the living room. They left a bit later with my friend.  I started to clean the living room and later had some tacos.


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Sunday, November 6, 2016

Hung Out At Outerlands

On 18 October I wrote that the Friday before I had gotten off at Millbrae and transferred and took a 28 to 48 and rode to the house. Dad was in the patio when I arrived. He had been waiting for my little brother – who had flaked. Upstairs I found my friend sitting quietly on the couch.

I wrote that I helped her until dinner with the family and we had leftovers – mom made it from the roast the night before. When dinner was done my friend and I did stuff downstairs and then we walked to Judah then and hung out at Outerlands. I saw some people I knew and was quite happy with how the evening turned out. I was in bed at 11:30 probably.

At around ten we broke down the bedroom and I had breakfast.  Then I drove my friend to the apartment. I brought the Brompton up and then we went to the coffee shop. There we met her sister who was waiting with coffee for us.  I remember those two ladies gossiping while I looked at Twitter.

We walked her to the hairstylist after that and stopped at the supermarket before heading to the  apartment for a meal.  Then I walked over to an acquaintance's house to get a key to the technical lab, got the car and drove back to the house. I had to stop at a hardware store but they told me to go to another place.

I knew it would rain soon so try to turn things around then. However, dad wanted some information and it turned out he was going to do me a favor. I thanked him for his help as I was leaving. Mom wanted me to view an architectural volume but I didn't have time to look at it.

I rode the trike then up to a second hardware store and then up Taraval to Laguna Honda and Portola. After that I rode through Diamond Heights. I got lost on 29th but eventually found Diamond Street, where the tricycle event’s after party was.

I arrived at my colleague's house a moment later and after yelling at someone through the window he opened the garage and I parked. Later I sat in the living room watching the guys talk to the hostess about work. I also had a drink in the kitchen with the host.

The guys took their spouses to the garage and rode the trikes - the rain had canceled the actual event. I showed everyone mine. I made my goodbyes then add ascended to Heights Boulevard before looking for Dolores from Chattanooga.

At the apartment I dropped my payload and picked up the Brompton. Then I went to the technical lab. I dropped the trike there and then rode to a bar for beer. I got rained on after that and cursed myself for stopping. I got back to the apartment at 6:30 and put on a robe because I was wet.  Later, after trying to be productive all evening, I finally gave up and got ready for bed.

On Sunday - the next day - I was up early and I followed my friend to Four Barrel around 930.  We texted Kristin an acquaintance but she was busy. I had another cup and we skipped hanging out with her.  We then returned to the apartment and I got back to working on the front room. I noted that over the course of the weekend we had spent time looking at the front room and that was when we started working on it.

The next day - Monday - my friend and I had coffee at Bluebottle. We also went to a cafe that had bread before walking through Elgin Park.  We settled in for an hour before my friend headed over to a neighbor’s house.

I did some research and then started setting up for an appointment. I texted a colleague and did some work and headed to my appointment where I found 12 others in attendance. I thought that was low. I tracked my comments and noted that and my average was pretty good.  We had a meeting afterward. I decided the meeting might produce a positive outcome. There was chocolate.

When I left the meeting I tried to go a nearby lounge but they had a private party so I went to the apartment.  I had had butternut squash soup and my friend brought a bottle of wine.

On the morning that I wrote this I was up at 930. I had breakfast with my friend and was unhappy with my eggs. Later, I started in on the papers in the front room.

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.

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

I Got Bubbly Things

On 9 of October I wrote I got bubbly things and some falafel wraps. Then I went to the Wiggle and Panhandle. The ride host and company were at Golden Gate Park in the dahlias. I got some water and took a deep breath as we were leaving.

On JFK I met some of the riders. There were nearly 10 of us. We rode Arguello to Sacramento around to the gate and passed the Overlook. We went to Pacific overlook and took a photo. My riding partner’s wife’s music made a big splash with the people that were there. We rode down Lincoln and I waited at 25th. Everyone went to China Beach. SOme of our party parked and the rest of us rode down. I ate some candy that a guy from Nova Scotia offered. I had a beer and finished my water.

I took pictures of the fighter planes for Fleet Week. Later we rode up to Lake and then took 23rd up to the park. Then we took JFK and we passed the waterfall. We finish the ride back at the Conservatory.

At the Dahlia garden around 3 o'clock my friend showed up. We settled into a picnic with a sheet and one of the ride participants helped out in a big way.  I hung out with the host and new people – a couple of guys and I sat on the grass enjoying the air. Someone had a hammock. Eventually my friend and and I left for the apartment on foot.

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.