Riding my bike from work to the train station I almost hit me a coon, stepped right out in front of my bike and I had to slam on the brakes and swerve and just barely made it past him, damn near ran over its tail
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Actually, there was a raccoon but it was about 5 meters ahead of me I made a little ‘tssssssss tsssssss’ sound like you make in Ecuador or Peru when you want someone’s attention. He waddled his fat ass up to the white picket fence and was having a tough time getting over it when I had to stop craning my neck lest I wreck.
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I though it might be a cool blog story if I had run over a raccoon on my bike. Oh well, maybe another day.
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It’s time for bed.
I got a free muffin at the cafe this evening, they were giving away old baked goods. I’ve been going to Farley’s a good deal in the evening, the homies there have been playing dub in the evenings and it’s quite nice to wind down over a nice warm cup of peppermint tea.
This has been happening a good deal. I approach a red light on my bike and stop in the right lane and wait for a while. A car pulls up behind me and I turn around to see if they need to turn right… I check this by looking at their turn signal for a few seconds, hmmm, nope. OK. I always smirk when they end up turning right after the light turns green and I get out of the way. This has happened a few times. Poor saps. The lucky folks that had put on their turn signals and out of whose way I got were a lot better off. Makes me feel good to reward safe driving.
I also got to crack the side of a van with my fist as it decided to turn right into me without signaling. In some sadistic way I might wait for cars to do that, it feels so good to give them a good paint-chipping smack on the hood.
Playing ultimate on the beach was fun today. I’m getting into some form of ultimate shape, I’m not nearly as pooped by it as I was 3 weeks ago.
WNCW. That’s all I need in life, really. Maybe some WWOZ from time to time. And maybe this thermos, and this lamp. But WNCW does it for me most of the time. Wish the stream was better quality. I’d totally pay for it. TMO, you folks over at PI there got anything in the works… maybe a custom quality stream just for me or something? Speaking of WWOZ, who wants to go to Jazz Fest this year? April 22-May 1. Anyone?
Back to working on this Evite for Dim Sum when I get to Boston on Dec 4-5. Gotta run to go eat soon, maybe I won’t get it done quite yet but I’mma gonna try.
I stepped out of a little cafe this morning getting ready to unlock my bike when a guy yelled something down the street. He was a black man, no worries on my part, but he was acutely aware of the fact.
Recapping, he yelled something unintelligible down the street, I looked at him, he looked at me, he looked at my bike, said something about staring at the black guy and wandered on down the street.
I unlocked my bike and started walking down the street, glancing up I saw that him up on the other block, walking backwards still staring at me. Then he ducks behind a little pillar on the building and waits.
Maybe I’m a self-righteous fool but I’m not gonna let some crack-head make me walk down a different sidewalk (walking ‘cause I still have a green-tea that I need to finish) so I proceeded his way.
When I rounded the pillar we was staring at me with hate in his eyes. Was he mad that I wasn’t scared of him? Was he jacked up on some kinds of drugs? I didn’t know what to say. Whether to say anything at all?
“What’s up? You doin’ alright?”
He shot an even more evil glance, bone-chilling, I kept pushing my bike and didn’t look back though I was a little apprehensive about getting jumped from behind. What is it with these angry people. Even if life has shit on him why must he lash out at the content guy walking down the street?
Makes me think… Damn it’s hard being white sometimes… then again not having a short haircut has gotten me into similar situation. So has waring tye-dyes. So has having some painted toe-nails…
I like the happy freaks out there on the street, I can do without the negative ones. But hey, ya win some ya lose some.
Today I got an notification from Paypal that I got a $1 sent to my account, well, it was $0.67 after Paypal took their cut. I logged into bitpass.com and saw that I had accumulated $1.50 in donations, of which I ended up with $1.275. Yay, massrmvwait.com sure is paying off for me. So far I’ve earned about $0.64 for each week of time I put into building it. It was more of a dammit I’m putting this knowledge to use project and not an I’m a gonna get rich project.
Looking forward, I just saw the other day that the California DMV puts their wait times up for a lot of branches, maybe it’s time to revisit my old project and re-jigger the jammie to deal with multiple states. Reckon I should register dmv-or-rmv-or-mvd-wait.com.
Oh boy, no doubt it’s elevated to fanaticism, I haven’t had time to try this easter egg, anyone? anyone?
Wow, I’m trying to decide whether it’s too condscending to try to explain termostats to my housemate. 75 deg. with the window open so the cats can pass through is just a little silly. My window is open in my room because I feel better in a sweater when it’s cold. I covered the hot air vents in here. My door is closed. I like the cool air, it’s refreshing.
I think she just doesn’t understand thermostats, If ya turn it up higher it ain’t gonna get warm any faster. And it never reaches 75 with the open window so you’re just making the electric company richer. No wonder Bush won. People who can’t use thermostats probably also can’t figure out the voting machines. I’m too elitist. I couldn’t write a half-decent poem if I had a month to do it. I’m grumpy. I need sleep.
So, I read a few days ago that Google aquired Keyhole, a GIS imaging and mapping company I, I had no idea how cool their product is. Requires Windows and Internet, bff. But it’s super-slick when it’s running. Probably needs a beefy processor too.
According to it, my I commute these distances every day:
Ugh, so 2 miles of walking are about all the exercise I’ve been giving myself these days, hopefully this weekend I’ll get out and play some Beach Ultimate on Saturday and I’ve signed up for a Hat Tourney on Sunday. Time to get some exercise. Maybe starting to get back into Yoga is next. My body could definitely use it. After a year or so of not working a desk job I was a lot more active, now I’m finding myself sitting on my ass for around 9-10 hours a day I’m definitely having to be pro-active about getting myself put through the motions.
I guess I should do this sleep thing as well.
Wow, I’ve been here in San Francisco for more than two month but I finally finally got my weekend of hanging out with some people I’ve been trying to see for the whole time. Friday after work I was picked up from the train station by my friends Becca and Alex to be whisked away to a magical photography studio space in the Mission where artsy people got together to talk art and talk some more art. There was cider for the Mormon contingent.
We had some yum yum Indian/Pakistani food for dinner and cruised and cruised around trying to find a nice place to have some post-dinner drinks. The mission fills up so fast, so may places are trendy and the trendy dive bars are trend-dives. I remembered a place that I’d biked past before and heard sweet sweet blues music seeping out the open door. I wasn’t feeling up to sitting at a bar by myself that night, more interested in getting home. But this friday night the Ritespot Cafe totally hit the spot.
Jazz trio, mellow lighting, and a golden ceiling. I may be spending some more time at the Ritespot. We were a bit pooped but I had to show those kids my FlashFlight disc, we tossed for a bit but we were all tiiired so we disbanded at about 1am.
The next morning I was off to Sausalito to visit my friend Matt from Boston. Actually I met both Becca and Matt on the same ultimate team, Blend, that played in the Boston summer league. Them’s some good Skidmore/Boston College folks. Some coffee at Farley’s, the little cafe that could, and a bagel with cream cheese and sprouts from Hazel’s Kitchen and I was off to ride the Golden Gate bridge. An hour and a half later I was in Sausalito hanging with Matt and his tow little hyper dogs, looking over his wedding pictures from a month ago. My arm is now sore from having thrown the frisbee with him. that was fun. All there people are getting done with Nationals and my arm is sore from tossing for half an hour. I’m pathetic. On the ferry ride home there was a stop at Angel Island, a place I definitely have to go back to. Camping with a view of San Francisco, rrrraaarrrgh. How nice. How nice. I got back to SF, had some tea at Farley’s where they were closing out the night with some chill reggae beats, got some Mex food and passed out pretty hard.
Sunday morning I got up to meet Becca and Alex to go to Alameda for a damn large flea market that they have every first Sunday of the month. It’s on and old Navy? base in view of an old aircraft carrier. Mad Scenic! We wandered for hours and all I got was some pimpin’ sunglasses, an old school flashlight, some postcards, and a lotto keychain. The keychain has 51 little balls in it, 6 of them colored, and little numbered slots for the balls to fall into so the balls line up with numbers. Hours of fun. Now that I can play Lotto at home and on my commute, what else do I need? If I ever want to furninsh a house or put a theme into the bathroom I absolutely know where to go. This fleamarket definitely has it covered. Getting back to SF we played a game of Bocce in Dolores park and I ran into Dan whom I’d been trying to catch up with for a while. He was just hanging in front of a cafe. How nice. Alex and I lost at Bocce but a fun time was had by all. Especially when the passing dogs chased and tried to pick up the Bocce balls. Normal sized dogs can’t pick up Bocce balls. It’s fun to watch them try.
I got a little while to chill at home before being picked up by Maggie, and old co-worker from Boston. I was whisked away to Chinatown where we ate some yummy Pot Stickers, Tofu w/ Veggies, and Deep Fried Garlic Shrimp. Yum Yum. After dinner we went insence shopping. Ahhh, my room’s-a-gonna smell nice. I’m thinking of retiring my shoes that have needed retiring anyway. When I stepped out of Maggies car I landed both feet in dog poop. Gross. Those shoes just need to be thrown away, or used in a creek or in the ocean. Yuck. Poop.
Yuck. Poop.
Here are a few select photos from the weekend.
We were conjecturing at work who might be running for President in 2008… hmmm maybe Hillary Clinton vs. Colin Powell.
She might actually win because all those people in the middle states that are so scared of terrorist attacks are probably even more scared of black people.
Check this out, skip down to paragraph 13 if you’re in a hurry, Jon Stewart Roasts Real News
So if Bush wins I’ll eat a muffin for breakfast.
If Kerry wins I’ll eat a bagel for breakfast.
If neither wins I’ll eat my fingernails for breakfast.