I Stood at The Top Tree

On March 9, I wrote that I wanted to attend SFBP.

I took a bike share to the apartment to find out where Bike Party would be. I rode to ferry building and got empanadas and beer.

When the ride left, the flag circled ballpark and Mission Bay to Dogpatch. I chatted with participants along the way. I saw others I knew. We took Chavez to Potrero del Sol and I got to know some new people. SOme people I had known a long time were there too. New people got to know each other, and there were a lot of people in a big group.

We rode up 24th. A butter Lap person was nearby so when I spoke to her. We chatted about being Car Free and having motorist friends. The new people slowly faded away. I saw them again on Sanchez though.

At Duboce Park the group and I stood at the top tree and looked at everyone. I found a friend with a front loading cargo bike. I had some of his mescal. We all shared our social media. I saw It was there that I saw many of the people I know from Lower Haight and I kind of had a lot of feelings about it because I like everyone together like that. However, sometimes being around a lot of people you like gets you down too.

I spoke to the ones I got a lot with best for a bit. I noted that they had been with the East Bay Bike Party people celebrating Ragbai.

I went home when everyone had left.

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.

Down the Ravine Headfirst

On March 1, 2025, I wrote that I got up at 6:20 in the morning of the day I wrote this and got my seven year old boys up and out the door by seven. The three of us rode the cargo bike to San Francisco Station and at 740 we boarded with no problem. The boys played iPad and drank smoothies and hot cocoa. I had a pastry. At San Jose Diridon Station, we transferred to the Green Line.

It was kind of cold. At Campbell Station we went to the coffee shop nearby. I filled up our cups and ate a bagel. Then we headed out to Los Gatos Creek path. We tried the east side of the path this time. The ride to the lower reservoir was good and fast. At Vasona Lake Park we stopped at the parking lot to watch the train. We sped up to Lexington Reservoir then.

In Los Gatos, I chose to go through the baseball stadium to avoid some gates. I just zipped through the narrow section of the creek. The boys hiked up the Lexington Dam without me. I enjoyed the fresh air alone. We ascended to Alma Bridge together. Only one car passed us. We parked near Moody Gulch and walked along the path which became less clear as we progressed.

Eventually we were making our way through brush and steep hillside. There were toppled trees, but I had my eye on Ryland Dam which I could see. I was thinking too much about my objective and less about getting to it, and I should’ve spent more time thinking about it. We were basically traversing the side of the fault and because it was a fault there was active erosion going on.

The three of us were holding hands, but we were above a ravine filled with stinging nettle. I slipped and accidentally pulled one of my boys and he felt straight down the ravine headfirst. He was really upset when he got to the bottom.“I’m sorry“ I said to him over and over “I’m sorry!“

I made sure my other son was on stable ground and then I descended to check on the one who had fallen. He was on the shore of Los Gatos Creek. I found he had light scrapes and I made sure he was not panicking. Then I went up and got my other son.

We washed up with creek water and rested. The boys were OK but upset. I gave both of them, hugs and apologized a lot. The foliage was mostly stinging nettle and blackberry. I had concluded that there wasn’t any poison oak for the most part. We followed some sand bars and under redwood roots in the middle of the creek there.

Because it hadn’t rained recently the creek was actually pretty low and traversible. We should have descended to the creek earlier and just picked through the rocks, but I just thought that there was no way through. We forded a puddle and landed on a muddy bar which we were able to avoid sinking into. We balanced on a tree while gripping willow shoots. Then we picked our way across wet stones. The stones were a mixture of Franciscan church and Salinas granite with a variety of other materials.

At this point we were right below Ryland Dam. We climbed the salmon ladder to the south side of the spillway. The ladder turns at the top and then there is a catchment up there but the creek no longer fills the ladder since the water is now piped down from the upper reservoirs. I picked the boys up and placed them on the cat walk there and we climbed up on top.

We inspected the pipeline bridgeway and then, instead of trying to get back across the creek and onward to Aldercroft side, we followed the pipe to a street nearby named Assiniboine. It was a climb which I decided not to do. On my previous visit to Assiniboine I had discovered that there was a telephone line or a powerline that crossed the creek from the old hwy 17 side of the creek to the Aldercroft side and from the pipeline itself, I could see that power/phone line crossing 100 feet above us and Assiniboine street and Chemeketa neighborhood were about 40 feet above the ravine through thick foliage.

On the way back, the boys debated on how to cross the creek. We decided to scramble back down on the hillside next to the salmon ladder and then ford the creek because the pipe bridge was gated. When we climbed up to the other side to the Aldercroft side of the bridgeway we followed the pipeline road, which was old railroad tracks and walked to Aldercroft.

The boys and I made lighthearted comments about falling into the creek, etc. When we got to Alma Bridge, I saw some bike tourists and I asked them a bunch of questions. They said that they were taking old highway to Summit and Soquel, but they considered Mountain Charlie to be an option. They were uncertain which way they were going.

A bit later the boys and I returned to our cargo bike bike and we rode it back to Lexington Dam with no trouble. We descended to Los Gatos Town and back to the baseball field. Then we returned to Vasona Reservoir where I got tickets for the Jones Model Train. The boys liked it in the end. It was smoky and misty. They sprayed us with steam mist from the engine as we rode through the park.

Latter I made sure we cleaned up from our trip to the forest. After that, we rode to Campbell Station and waited before riding to San Jose station. We stopped at Whole Foods and got some food before boarding Caltrain back to SF. The boys played iPad until we got back to the Mission via BART.

I was writing in my note book while riding the train. One boy was sleeping in my lap and the other was kicking me. The next stop was Balboa and we were getting off at 16th.

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.

Down the Ravine Headfirst

On March 1, 2025, I wrote that I got up at 6:20 in the morning of the day I wrote this and got my seven year old boys up and out the door by seven. The three of us rode the cargo bike to San Francisco Station and at 740 we boarded with no problem. The boys played iPad and drank smoothies and hot cocoa. I had a pastry. At San Jose Diridon Station, we transferred to the Green Line.

It was kind of cold. At Campbell Station we went to the coffee shop nearby. I filled up our cups and ate a bagel. Then we headed out to Los Gatos Creek path. We tried the east side of the path this time. The ride to the lower reservoir was good and fast. At Vasona Lake Park we stopped at the parking lot to watch the train. We sped up to Lexington Reservoir then.

In Los Gatos, I chose to go through the baseball stadium to avoid some gates. I just zipped through the narrow section of the creek. The boys hiked up the Lexington Dam without me. I enjoyed the fresh air alone. We ascended to Alma Bridge together. Only one car passed us. We parked near Moody Gulch and walked along the path which became less clear as we progressed.

Eventually we were making our way through brush and steep hillside. There were toppled trees, but I had my eye on Ryland Dam which I could see. I was thinking too much about my objective and less about getting to it, and I should’ve spent more time thinking about it. We were basically traversing the side of the fault and because it was a fault there was active erosion going on.

The three of us were holding hands, but we were above a ravine filled with stinging nettle. I slipped and accidentally pulled one of my boys and he felt straight down the ravine headfirst. He was really upset when he got to the bottom.“I’m sorry“ I said to him over and over “I’m sorry!“

I made sure my other son was on stable ground and then I descended to check on the one who had fallen. He was on the shore of Los Gatos Creek. I found he had light scrapes and I made sure he was not panicking. Then I went up and got my other son.

We washed up with creek water and rested. The boys were OK but upset. I gave both of them, hugs and apologized a lot. The foliage was mostly stinging nettle and blackberry. I had concluded that there wasn’t any poison oak for the most part. We followed some sand bars and under redwood roots in the middle of the creek there.

Because it hadn’t rained recently the creek was actually pretty low and traversible. We should have descended to the creek earlier and just picked through the rocks, but I just thought that there was no way through. We forded a puddle and landed on a muddy bar which we were able to avoid sinking into. We balanced on a tree while gripping willow shoots. Then we picked our way across wet stones. The stones were a mixture of Franciscan church and Salinas granite with a variety of other materials.

At this point we were right below Ryland Dam. We climbed the salmon ladder to the south side of the spillway. The ladder turns at the top and then there is a catchment up there but the creek no longer fills the ladder since the water is now piped down from the upper reservoirs. I picked the boys up and placed them on the cat walk there and we climbed up on top.

We inspected the pipeline bridgeway and then, instead of trying to get back across the creek and onward to Aldercroft side, we followed the pipe to a street nearby named Assiniboine. It was a climb which I decided not to do. On my previous visit to Assiniboine I had discovered that there was a telephone line or a powerline that crossed the creek from the old hwy 17 side of the creek to the Aldercroft side and from the pipeline itself, I could see that power/phone line crossing 100 feet above us and Assiniboine street and Chemeketa neighborhood were about 40 feet above the ravine through thick foliage.

On the way back, the boys debated on how to cross the creek. We decided to scramble back down on the hillside next to the salmon ladder and then ford the creek because the pipe bridge was gated. When we climbed up to the other side to the Aldercroft side of the bridgeway we followed the pipeline road, which was old railroad tracks and walked to Aldercroft.

The boys and I made lighthearted comments about falling into the creek, etc. When we got to Alma Bridge, I saw some bike tourists and I asked them a bunch of questions. They said that they were taking old highway to Summit and Soquel, but they considered Mountain Charlie to be an option. They were uncertain which way they were going.

A bit later the boys and I returned to our cargo bike bike and we rode it back to Lexington Dam with no trouble. We descended to Los Gatos Town and back to the baseball field. Then we returned to Vasona Reservoir where I got tickets for the Jones Model Train. The boys liked it in the end. It was smoky and misty. They sprayed us with steam mist from the engine as we rode through the park.

Latter I made sure we cleaned up from our trip to the forest. After that, we rode to Campbell Station and waited before riding to San Jose station. We stopped at Whole Foods and got some food before boarding Caltrain back to SF. The boys played iPad until we got back to the Mission via BART.

I was writing in my note book while riding the train. One boy was sleeping in my lap and the other was kicking me. The next stop was Balboa and we were getting off at 16th.

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.

Ride up Mount Diablo

On February 10, I wrote that the previous Sunday an acquaintance had been staying with me in the Mission District. I had suggested we accompany a group of cyclists to Mount Diablo and at around 7 am we rode the bikes to Civic Center and onward to Walnut Creek BART where we got coffee.

A short while later we met up with at least fifteen people for the ride. We started off using Ironhorse Trail from Broadway and a little while later rode up El Cerro and through a few more turns to the State Park Gate Road.

After taking a group picture at State Park Gate, we continued. I caught a glimpse of someone from the group with a flat, but the group helped them out. Sadly, my companion and I were dead last after that. When we got to the park entrance gate, he revealed that he wanted to quit. However, I was able to convince him to have a snack at Rock City a few miles up the road where we looked at elephant rock and a few other sights before heading back. The descent was nice.

Going through the Diablo Country Club and that actually made things a lot easier. I noted that El Cerro is a terrible road. We continued without any problems to Walnut Creek BART then. I noted when headed back to San Francisco that the ride had gone well but it was a stretch.

Back in the city my companion and I enjoyed some delicious Thai food on Divisadero. I noted a funny moment where we happened upon some people from the ride earlier. I waved at all of them and they were happy to see me. Apparently, others had dropped out of the climb as well.

After that, we took in the sights and I also saw a coworker outside of a store on 9th avenue. My companion and I went to the Shamrock. Everyone was there for the Super Bowl.

 
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.

Bike Party at The Panhandle

On February 8, I wrote that an acquaintance of mine borrowed one of my bikes and we rode to to Baker to meet Bike Party at the Panhandle. It was muddy, but the ride was leaving so we didn’t hang out in the mud. I saw a lot of regular riders. I also saw some people from my neighborhood. There are a whole bunch of other people there.

We rode up Golden Gate from Lyon and over to Anza at Lone Mountain. At about 27th Avenue we rode up Geary and headed to Sutro Heights. My companion and I stood with the regulars and said hi to people. I took pictures.

The group rode down from the Cliff House and up MLK. It was so cold I needed gloves. At JFK at Prayerbook Waterfall there were cop cars everywhere. We were at Conservatory of Flowers for about 25 minutes. I saw a bunch of people I hadn’t seen in a while. It was a real party. My companion and I followed the ride leaders Page Street but split off 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.

Santa Cruz

On January 31, I wrote that I had visited Monterey with an acquaintance to see a show the night before. In the morning we went to a coffee shop nearby and we had waffles and pancakes.

I oriented myself on the map while we drove to Santa Cruz. I kept thinking how similar it was to Santa Barbara. We visited Verve in Santa Cruz and then we walked Pacific Avenue. I noted that there was a bookstore and a card shop and a tchotchkes shop.

As we drove out of Santa Cruz, I put Paco de Lucía on. We drove through Davenport and I looked at the Sand Hills – they seemed calcium rich. I oriented myself as we crossed Waddell and Gazos Creek. We also looked at the pie shop but we weren’t impressed with the pies. Later we went to Pescadero and got coffee. I asked the Bike Shop about routes up Pescadero Creek. I noted that the rest of the drive was easy and it started raining in Half Moon Bay.

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.

Monterey

On January 30 I wrote that I traveled to Monterey with an acquaintance. As we drove through Pacifica heading south I focused on biking routes in the mountains. We stopped in Princeton by the sea to get coffee. There was traffic in half Moon Bay. I paid close attention to San Pedro Mountain during part of the ride.

I didn’t notice much until Pescadero. I was struck by the Gazos Creek and Scott Creek canyons. We had a short stop in Davenport. Between Santa Cruz and Elkhorn Slough I discussed Jevon’s Paradox with my companion. We also discussed induced demand, housing, automobiles and other things like Caltrain. All the while, was on the watch out for clues on ways for crossing the Santa Cruz Mountains by bike.

In Monterey, we visited the butterfly sanctuary but we only saw one butterfly. After that, we went to a café in Pacific Grove before heading to Cannery Row for the sights.

After we had checked in at our hotel, we headed straight to the marina for a drink and a view of the bay. I noted that one can see the Salinas Range pretty well. I also noticed that Fremont Peak is a little far away. By 6 o’clock we had had tacos at the hotel restaurant. We ordered the octopus and it was pretty impressive. I was really happy with the trip.

The rest of the night from there we were at the Golden State Theater. I enjoyed all of the music immensely. The lead singer’s brother and a friend were also playing with him.

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.

Cerritos Plaza for Bike Party

On January 12, 2025, I wrote that left the office and I went home a few hours before I took my bike to the empanada place and continued to Cerritos Plaza for Bike Party. An acquaintance wished me a happy new year and I said you too. Later I met a guy with a cargo bike like the one I had at home with interesting handlebars in the back. When the ride left, I chatted with a few regulars along the route. They told me about their lives. One of them had broken up with his girlfriend. I heard a funny story about crack.

We rode north and then to the east. We took 20th and Cutting and then we went south into the Ferry Point Tunnel. We headed over to Brickyard Cove. The waterfront was cold but easy and at the park I was looking for friends for a while. I went to the pier, but there were no Cyclists there. I was actually kind of surprised to find that there were other groups spending time at the park.

There was a great view of San Francisco. Someone set off some fireworks. I hung out with a few of the older regulars and then we all rode to Shoreline Park. I chatted with some of the ride leaders a few times. I had to put on my jacket while we were riding and that was hard.

One of the ride leaders drank a beer with me, but I was drinking water. Then the group I always ride with organized and we all left bike party behind and headed to the Bay Trail. We followed Hoffman Channel to Plaza Bart. On the train I fantasized a lot about going to bed. I realized that this was brain fog. I noted that the group thinks I am cool and a few of us covered our ears when we were in the tunnel.

 
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 Temptation 12 Inch

On December 21, 2024, I wrote that the night before I got on my Raleigh and went to Brother's Pizza. I attached my fleece to the rack because I knew it was cold but bearable out. The pizza was OK. At Riptide my beer and Fernet was too expensive but the bar was playing a bunch of cool early 80s music. I asked the DJ about the Temptation 12 Inch he had played by New Order.

I woke up hung early the next morning. My father asked me to make him coffee and once I had brought it to him I went back to sleep. Later that day I went to Gus‘s and got us some sandwiches which we ate when I got back home.

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 Put Janis Joplin On

On November 22, 2024, I wrote that I met my older brother at Civic Center and we caught an L train to the sunset to meet our sister who was with our dad at his house. We got on the phone with our older sister sat on speakerphone in the dining room to discuss the estate of our uncle – our monther’s brother, who had recently passed away.

During the family meeting, we got signatures for the mortuary and settled on the date in December for the memorial. Afterwards, I got in my sister's car and we drove to our uncle’s house. It wasn’t hard getting in but after doing a few things we decided it would be a while before we’d be able to settle the estate.

We fed the neighbor's cat and locked up the house. In the car, we had a brief legal conversation before she dropped me off at West Portal. I rode an L Train to Church Station – texting with my other siblings.

When I got home, I was able to drop off the paperwork from the day's activities and walk over to Sycamore. I wove a sad story about my uncle’s storied past as a motorcycle owner, climber and local ruffian from the 1960’s to anyone who would listen. Tom, the bartender, put Janis Joplin on for me-that was nice.

I finished my sliders and beer before walking home and going straight to bed. I had restless sleep.

The next day, I packed to return to the house and my older brother let me know he would meet me. I dressed for rain and stopped at Four Barrel. I took BART and had made it to Phelan when my brother let me know he was waiting for me. I caught a 29 bus.

While there, we found basic paperwork and discussed coming back in a few days. I noted that the cat had not eaten anything, there was garbage and we needed to pay the utilities at some point. Then the two of us walked to Ocean Avenue through the rainy air chatting about how to share the path forward with our sisters and what to do about our younger brother.

At Phelan, he took a 43 back to the sunset and I took a 49 to Bart because I had to go to The Mortuary.

I noted that walking is hard when you’re in suburbia at times. However, my meeting with the funeral director was easy enough. When I got to Civic Center, I caught a five from Van Ness and I took a 22 to pick my boys up.

My brother was waiting there for us when I arrived and my boys were enthusiastic about spending time with him. was there. They got on a 24 and headed out to our father’s house and I took the bus to work, getting coffee on the way. Then, once I had dried off from the heavy rain and got ready to attend a work function.

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.

At Lake Merritt I met the Bike Party.

On November 10, 2024, I wrote that after work the previous Friday I took a bus to the bike shop on Cortland to get my cargo bike. Then I got a burrito and went home to put the cargo bike away and get my Surly out.

I rode to Civic Center and boarded with a few other cyclists. At Lake Merritt I met the Bike Party. I spoke to an organizer and saw a few others. I walked around. One of the people I knew pretty well was with his other tall bike.

The Bike Party rode down to fourth and headed to Mandela. The group was huge. I went half speed and it took til 40th to watch the whole group pass. I spoke to the sweep. We went to the new development off Horton where the new bridge is. The park has a bike path which passes through a building. I hung out with the organizers until people I knew well showed up and sat with them for a while. A lady with a sweet Raleigh was there. It was green and probably was a mid 70s model.

We rode Mandela to 12th and I hopped a BART train home. The ride home was easy enough and once I got home I was asleep pretty easily too.

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.

My Phone Catches the Comet

On October 17, I wrote at the day before I make it out the door by 6:30. I ate an empanada at the ferry building and then I joined Butter lap.

There was a guy on an E bike and a coule of other guys who seemed slightly familiar. I also saw a few people from bike party. I left early and found some of the regular “Lappers” waiting for us at Fort Point. There was a lot of talk about “the comet,” Tsuchinshan-ATLAS in the sky, but I didn’t see it at that point. I got water and then we all headed out to Pacific Overlook. I managed the climbs pretty well. I noted that I found if I ride easy, I can sustain a sprint for at least a mile.

At Pacific Overlook I caught my breath and discovered, to my surprise, that my phone catches the comet if I use delayed snap. I left early and a bike party person I know from social media and I were first to Legion of Honor with that one fixed gear Butter Lap guy who is always first. I chatted with the crew as everyone started arriving and eventually the people I knew best said we should leave. I skipped doing laps around the VA and descended to Ocean Beach.

I found to my surprise that everyone was behind me because of that. I ended up sprinting up JFK after Cliff house with the ebike guy and we found a couple of regulars I know well as we were passing the bison paddock. We rode together to the Conservancy. I went ahead at Stanyon and descended to Benders Bar alone. I had a beer and chatted with the ebike guy and bike party people until late.

 
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Uno on The Train

On October 15, I wrote that the previous Friday after work I took my twin boys’ to Alta Plaza after school to see the Blue Angels with their classmate and his dad. Then the three of us took the 24 Divisadero to the comic store where we got books and stopped at the taqueria. We took a seven bus to Waller steps and walked home.

The next morning the boys got their bikes out and I got my Surly. I let my older brother know we would see him later. We rode up Page Street and stopped on Divisadero to go to the game store, comic shop and cafe before we continued riding up Page to Golden Gate Park. The boys easily stayed ahead of me.

While we were trying to pass a runner pacing us on Page at Masonic, it became obvious to me and some of the people on the street around me – who it turned out I knew personally – that the corridor can be pretty crowded on a sunny weekend. Things had improved by the time we got to JFK but it was still hard for me.

We visited Blue Playground at Ninth Avenue and the boys dug a big hole. I noted that the rest of the ride to my father’s house was good and when we arrived, the boys played chess with my brother. The four of us returned to Golden Gate Park. My brother was riding my 1970’s Raleigh Sprite.

Later, when we returned to dad‘s, we watched TV and dad was excited about our visit. I tried to take the boys to Great Highway but it was misting outside. So, when we said goodbye to my dad and my brother, we passed through the Noriega Street Festival before riding back to Page and Divisadero, where I got them Pokémon cards and food at the taqueria (again).

The next morning I walked with the boys to our local cafe before we caught an F Market to Powell Street. It was really warm out, so I opted for no sweaters, which may not have been the best idea but the boys wanted it. We then caught a T Train to Fourth and Harrison Station. We’d missed most of the Filipinotown Street Fair on Lapu Lapu. So, we hopped on a Caltrain and got to know the new electric trains.

We opted to go to Palo Alto’s California Station. The boys were good on the trip and it took about 45 minutes. At California, we went to a game shop and picked up some Uno cards and looked around. We tried playing one of the games out in front of the shop. Then we ate some candy and drank some sodas before returning to the station – almost missed the train because we took the wrong underpass.

At Palo Alto we had some conflict with a cyclist in the subway going under the tracks. We walked to a bookstore – I found a Tolkien book and bought it because I had never seen it. We went to Delfina because I thought that Pizza My Heart was not going to be good. Apparently the boys' mother had taken them to Pizza My Heart when they had gone to Palo Alto last.

We caught the train back to San Francisco and played Uno on the train. It was the second time I’d played cards with them. I noticed that we ran for the T, but it had already left. It was cold and we had not brought enough clothing. We transferred at Powell station.

When we got home we wound down with ice cream and TV.

 
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.