Honked at on International

I wrote that I went for a beer at Yancy’s on the Monday before and had trouble sleeping.  I got to the thesis on Tuesday and mom and I made cookies with the nephew.  Nora took him home, ate dinner and watched TV all night.  On Wednesday I had coffee in the morning and worked on the thesis.  At four I rode through the park and encountered a huge blockage.  I thought they were contractors.  I told three of the drivers that they were in the way and one them said complain.  I took photos and called it in.  Later I stopped by the coalition and told Marc about it.

I rode to Embarcadero and bought Nicole a Bike Link card.  Then I caught a Rockridge train.  I was in a crowded car.  At Rockridge I rode through Clairmont Country Club.  I noted that Broadway Terrace was too steep for her.  On the other side I looked at Temescal and noted that Golden Gate to Temescal might have been a better choice.

I rode to Mountain Lane.  Another issue that came up was Mountain Lane is a bit hillier than the street that was named Glen something.  I ended up in Montclair and had some food and then I went to Park street Via Trafalgar.  I checked out the park and noted that there was a gate there and was likely impossible.  I took Park to Leifert and then crossed the bridge there to look at the neighborhood there but there was no park access.  I ended up on 13^th and took Beaumont.  I took 21 street to 21 avenue and then to Fruitvale on International.

I noted that I should have stayed on the other side of the bridge since Fruitvale heads straight to Dimond Park.  I got honked at on International.  I talked to the guy at the Bike Station but he was not friendly.  I noted that I rode through the Plaza and thought the place was a hellhole.  I took the train to Civic Center and went for a taco at Chihuahua and then watched a Giants game at the Page.  I was home at 11.  I noted that mom and dad were at the hospital.

This is series chronicles my life at regular intervals. This Memo series is meant to be a retrospective of what I have written and experienced. In each of these posts I use my notes in conjunction with memory, mementos and souvenirs to create a snap shot of my life.

Won a Game Finally

I wrote that I dropped a video off at Le Vid and got some tacos.  I went to Wells and then to Yancy’s.  We finally won a game finally.  I went home and watched Family Guy.  On the morning of the day that I wrote this I got up and read the paper and started work.  I had been complaining about the wifi transmitter.  I wrote that I thought that I could also check if it wasn’t really working.  In the meantime I had been writing up the changes I had made before the bike ride the night before and had had the beginnings of a breakthrough.  However, I got bored so I started labeling my notebooks.  I had developed a process just a little while before this.  I wrote my labeling in my notebook log and noted in the log about where the label went

This is series chronicles my life at regular intervals. This Memo series is meant to be a retrospective of what I have written and experienced. In each of these posts I use my notes in conjunction with memory, mementos and souvenirs to create a snap shot of my life.

The Joels

I wrote that I hadn’t taken notes for a few days and had to go back as far as the morning of the 15^th.  Around nine I spoke with JF and Sarah about having a meeting.  I spent most of the day with the command line trying to build a batch rename.  I interacted a lot with the Joels; one gave me a copy of his article; and I talked with the other about job numbers.  I rode to Pleasant Hill and stopped to catch my breath.  I then rode to Walnut Creek and had a light lunch and water.  I rode to Lafayette.  On the way I noted some stuff about the intersection of Newell and Olympic.

I noted that the ride up the path to St Mary’s was idyllic.  When I got to Moraga I was surprised to find that the path came out in a different place than I had anticipated.  I bought an apple juice at Safeway and then circled the Fire Station looking for the path.  I was also surprised to find so many apartments in the area.  I followed the trail to Canyon Bl and then rode up Pinehurst to the town of Canyon.  I stopped a lot.  At the main switchback there were a couple of cyclists following me.  I strained my self getting to the top and they almost passed me.

I drank the rest of my water at the top there.  I texted Shaun and he rode up Moraga Rd to meet me in Montclair.  The ride to meet him was awesome.  I found myself on Shepard and Gunn wondering where the bike path was.  When I found it I was on an old train right of way.  There were commemorative plaques and at Snake road there was a bridge.  I met Shaun at La Salle and we went looking for the tunnel that the rail road should have gone through but had no success.

We had some tacos and then took La Salle to Mandana and went to some bar on Lake Shore.  The bartender was surly but Shaun thought ske liked me.  We met one of the owners too.  In time I had to go and we said bye at 20^th and Broadway.  I caught the midnight train and also caught a 5 back to Park Presidio and rode home.

The next day I was achy from the travels but got up and went to Java Beach.  I read the NY Times and had a bagel.  I went home and worked on the thesis.  That was where I continued on the path of describing what I had written up to then.  I had meen making an index.  Mom had to pick dad up and Nicole wanted to see me.  I touched base with mom and at some point I quit working on the thesis.

Mom took me to BART and I roe to San Bruno.  I met Nicole there and we went to Celia’s in San Bruno.  I told her about how my contract was indeed ending.  We talked about it at length we watched Anchorman and played Monopoly.  The next day we went to West Portal and she went to her parents after coffee.  I got a haircut and had a breakthrough later while working on my thesis.  The parents and I had Father’s Day dinner and Joe called.  We had pictures and cake.

The next morning I caught the earliest bus and the train to my bike.  I ate breakfast bars and coffee from Starbucks until I met with JF and Sarah to discuss the cleanup folder and procedures Joel Sipe and I had developed.  I showed them some stuff with Access.  I noted also that I had an email that details what I was working on.  I also noted that I needed to start migrating queries between databases.

This is series chronicles my life at regular intervals. This Memo series is meant to be a retrospective of what I have written and experienced. In each of these posts I use my notes in conjunction with memory, mementos and souvenirs to create a snap shot of my life.

Same ol' same ol'

I made a note of the call I had received from Fred at Tower Tours. He told me that I should come down to see him on 865 Beach Street between Polk and Larkin and talk about his business.

I noted that I hadn't written anything else since then because I had been trying to get all of the items I have on my agenda done at the same time.  I went to see Fred and he put me on the City Tour. I rode around and around. That night I ate at Suppen Kutche, I was happy to have a job.

I wrote that the next day was filled with class work and little else. I went out for tacos. I noted that I had started two days before at the Tour agency. At the end of work Thursday I was able to come home and paste a picture of the Fisher results that Rodrigue gave me and then I was off to the galleries. I went and saw Dave at Visuvio. I wrote “Same ol' same ol'”. On the way home form that I found these Japanese partition panels and I thought they were pretty cool. I emailed John Arata.

I noted that I tried Bike Party! on for size the night before.  I was sad it was wet out.  I remember that I had met Derrek that night.  I also noted that it had been raining a lot. I also noted that I would be attending a safety class that Bert asked me to help with. I noted that if it rained all day that day it would be more difficult.

I made some notes on the thesis and many of the comments had told me to properly reference tables.  I had already been addressing Fisher’s Chi Square.  I was both fixing stuff and verifying stuff.  I had made an equation.  I was still using a flawed analysis that I eventually abandoned.

This is series chronicles my life at regular intervals. This Memo series is meant to be a retrospective of what I have written and experienced. In each of these posts I use my notes in conjunction with memory, mementos and souvenirs to create a snap shot of my life.

for Bing Ma Yong

I wrote that I worked on an assignment for David until around 1130.  I sent it to David and asked Joel had the process for linear match was working.  I ate a meal.  When I got back David had a change.  I went and talked to Ripal.  When I got back I started on David’s request.  I had to separate the DBs.  I left at 330.  Joel said he would run the match up and then not be in on Friday.

I noted that the ride was uninteresting.  Patelco was closed.  I met Nicole at JCrew and mom came a bit later.  From there we tried for a cab but walked to Asian Art instead.  We found our way in and then went into the first room for Bing Ma Yong.  This room was introductory.  It was where most of the warriors were.  There were descriptions.  We sat at a table and looked at Xi’an in a book.  We went into the second room and watched a video time line of Qin’s empire.  There was a ding.  We then went to the third room and looked at bronze birds.

We ate at the café and I sampled their meals.  We talked about going to Patelco on Saturday.  We went and looked at Buddhas and other stuff on the top floor and walked to BART.  Nicole and I went to 711 and went to bed after a beer.  I was exhausted.

The morning of the day that I wrote this I had a hard time getting up.  I got coffee in the morning and got to the office before the meeting.  Joel was out but Beth was in.  In the meeting we had there were some IT people and Beth’s design group.  David wrote an email and before sending it he was editing it for us to see his laundry list.  He was talking about MAC and collisions with the cleanup group.  There are a bunch of sketches on the page and I’ll try to explain them.

One is how the taps on a pipe are included.  Another is a PCF.  Gabe asked about hybrid events.  I also wrote change in using cans and fitting grades; segment-able elbows.  I drew a picture of a large grade pipe and a lower grade pipe and there are arrows with newer and older pipe.  I also must note that the pipes don’t easily go together.  I noted that transition cans (another picture) may not be tested by the MAOP report but they should be.  I went on to write that we were talking about how the 10 year window on material codes is approximate.  I also noted that the meeting would be moving to Wednesdays.  I also wrote under a picture about dropping caps in situations for cut offs where there isn’t a lot of information.  I drew a piture of a pup and a sleeve.  David Weiler brought up a situation he say where the builder couldn’t tell if there was a pup.

This is series chronicles my life at regular intervals. This Memo series is meant to be a retrospective of what I have written and experienced. In each of these posts I use my notes in conjunction with memory, mementos and souvenirs to create a snap shot of my life.

Ran Out Halfway Through

I wrote that the pen I was using on the Wednesday before ran out halfway through the training.  I wrote that my memory was faded from there.  I took the bike home that day and then I left around 4.  Joel was helping Sibo’s buddy with a conditional formatting problem.  We agreed to meet the next morning.

On the path some guy nearly hit me from behind during a pass.  I caught the five bus to Divis and it struck me that all was chaos but really my mind had been in turmoil over work, the commute and sleep.  I rode Irving and did the turn above Sunset.  I was home at 645 and mom was out.

I then noted that I got to bed by 10 or nine and then for some reason woke up believing that I had to go.  I got up the next day at 530 and waited at UC until 630.  Joel showed up but there wasn’t a table set up for Bike to Work Day.  Joel’s GF Lori showed up around Wilard in front of Joel’s place.  We read the paper on the train.  There were table in the East Bay—I noted about 8.

We were working at around 8.  I did the rounds.  Most of the day was spent visioning the macro.  I know I had a bunch of stuff to do that day but my memory was hazy.  There was an input session for Intrepid.  Lori talked to David after that.  Jessie Jennings said some stuff to me.  I started to add comments to the macro at that point and continued till 630.  That was around when Joel and I left for PHill.  We were waiting when he suggested we to the Mission.  I said cool we left our bikes in the station.

Alex was there.  So was Clair.  Wen and his wife were there and Lori’s roomie and her BF were too.  I got stuff to eat and drink.  The waitress was named Tracy and looked a lot like the Tracy I had dated the summer before.  I got home and was in bed at 12.

On the next morning I caught the N and should have ridden the bike.  I got to work fine.  There was a meeting at 730.  I was running the macro on samples until 4 or 5.  I then made a list of things that the macro does.  During the course of the day Joel and I had several conversations involving Dave W., Mat and others.  We were considering proportional corrections.  However, I made other notes to offset this.  There were three steps in the process a length check, a match collection and a decision step.  We never came up with any final solutions though.

Eventually Joel and I quit. And when I left at around nine I sent David a mixed up dataset.  I thought it was terrible but didn’t say as much.  I was worried about making him think I was doing nothing.  I went for dinner in here somewhere and asked the janitor to let me in.  Mike Ragsdale left right before me and no one was there.  I had to walk three miles to PHill and I had misplaced my keys and wrote worried notes about it but knew they were at work.  I caught an L and went to Brothers for pizza and at the Riptide I saw Isam Dudum.  I walked home and Joe and Regina had yet to arrive.

The next morning I wrote Regina woke me after the alarm.  She opened the windows and Joe made omelets.  It pissed me off that he had to travel to Oakland three times in 28 hours.  When everyone was on their way to the Giants game I was working on the thesis.  I was doing laundry but I had to go.  I had an extra ticket and told Shaun to text me.  I noted that Mary was coming into town and wanted to stay.

I nearly forgot about the tickets.  I met Nicole at Caltrain and we had beers at Amici til Shaun showed up.  We went in and got stuff, met the family and sat down.  Mom came later.  Joe and Ed apparently had the wrong tickets for the boat.

The giants won.  Nicole and I moved around a lot.  I got to know my neighbors.  I wanted the group to take the boat but they flaked so just Nicole and I did.  We got there first.  Before we left Shaun at the stadium he had suggested a restaurant.  Everyone met us there.  Mom and dad drove Ed and Calea.  Joe and Regina took BART.  The food was okay.  Regina left with mom and dad.  Nicole, Joe, Ed and I dropped Calea off and went to the Trappist.  Shaun met us there.  Joe, Nicole and I said bye to Nicole and I said bye to Ed and Shaun at 12^th BART.  I was getting on Nicoles nerves but we were exhausted.

On the morning of the day that I wrote this Nicole and I woke at 730 but were not capable of much.  I noted that we were still motivated.  We walked to her office and picked up her car by 1015.  I had brunch with the Birminghams and Joe and Regina.  I noted that I had been organizing the room.

This is series chronicles my life at regular intervals. This Memo series is meant to be a retrospective of what I have written and experienced. In each of these posts I use my notes in conjunction with memory, mementos and souvenirs to create a snap shot of my life.

Barlow’s Equation in Gas View

Early that morning I wrote that Nicole and I drove to BART the day before I wrote this.  We had been playing words with friends.  We went to a café and met Nicole’s sister Claire.  I read the paper.  I thought that she was nice.  We walked around the Mission for Sunday Streets.  We looked at bikes and fashion.  We looked at typewriters.  We visited Deeps house and looked at Public’s bike shop.  We ate at Little Chihuahua and ended up at the South American Bar.  Nicole and I played Words with friends after that at her place for a while and later had dinner in Bayhill.

Next morning I got up at 4 and rode to BART.  I took a long nap and ate what Nicole had given me.  I stopped at Starbucks near Pleasant Hill BART.  At work I checked email.  David had sent me some work to do over the weekend.

I started looking at the queries at around eight.  I wrote a lot of information about stuff that was very specific to Barlow’s equation in Gas View.  I believe that I was writing a lot down as people were standing nearby talking.  By nine I am looking for stuf to eliminate from the query I am building.  I also had to reread a bunch of emails that David sent because I hadn’t fully understood them.  This redirected my efforts in query development and also caused me to asked David for more direction.

By 11 I was building up a list of stuff that shouldn’t be included in my query.  I eventually had a tabulation of lengths to show David.  I think that I was using Gas View to do much of it.  There were many references to Access in my notes but clearly these items had yet to be created.  By the end of the day I had settled into using Excel to do my query instead of Gasview because it was easier.

This is series chronicles my life at regular intervals. This Memo series is meant to be a retrospective of what I have written and experienced. In each of these posts I use my notes in conjunction with memory, mementos and souvenirs to create a snap shot of my life.