Busy Week Recap
Busy week.
Sunday I attended Joi Ito's cocktail party and dinner in Palo Alto, along with and thanks to Ross Stapleton-Gray. Numerous attendees wrote blog entries about it: Chris Prillo (who came right up, said hi and introduced himself: very refreshing and appreciated), Gnome-Girl, Frank Boosman, Kazuya Minami. I'm curious to know where that photo of me drinking wine at dinner taken by Barak Berkowitz with a ridiculously small camera ended up. I really enjoyed the event and thank everyone I met and talked to for their hospitality and conversation.
Monday night I stopped by The Studio, which, since it is my first studio and has no other name that I know of I am deciding to capitalize. I paid my first month's share of the rent for March and hung out with Fred Crimi, chatting about music, Buddhism, Thailand, Kurzweil synthesizers, Utrecht, Prauge, German border gaurds, steganography, and loads more that escapes me right now. The Studio is near Turk and Taylor streets, thus part of Tenderloin Ground Zero, which is an area that the SF Chronicle always tends to refer to as "lively". I like to describe this characterization of the neighborhood as "generous obfuscation". Having said that, there are noticeable upsides, such as the really good nearby Vietnamese place Fred took me to, after hearing me reminisce about being introduced to Ginger in Toronto.
Tuesday afternoon, I ran into a friend outside my building and found out that he moved back up to San Francisco in early January from Los Angeles. I chatted with him for a bit, and then met him after work. I had plans to attend a dinner, but catching up with him trumped those plans, since I haven't seen him since briefly last summer at a conference. I ate with him and another friend of his at Tommy's Joynt on Van Ness, which has been pointed out to me but which I hadn't set foot in until Tuesday evening.
Wednesday I was home sick, the cold that I had started to notice Monday and Tuesday finally escalating. I slept through most of the day, only going out for Indian food with Vipul around 8:30 PM for dinner. Came back and promptly slept more.
Thursday was busy at work, until then things leveled off in the latter part of the day. Thursday night I had dinner with Joe Wasson at Lori's Diner. We both agreed that it would be a killer pad to live in if you could change some of the seating areas into living spaces, bedrooms, entertainment rooms, etc. but keep parts of the diner intact with all the retro 50s decor. Joe and I stopped into Virgin on the way back, where I hijacked his original intent to purchase the English version of TATU's album and made him buy a small sampling of electronic artists I considered to be fundamental: David Holmes, Leftfield, and Future Sound of London.
Friday saw me waking up early in the morning in a coughing fit, which continued until just before noon, when my cold drugs finally kicked in. I didn't want to stay home another day this week, so I did as much work as I could until I felt able enough to come in and not eject a lung on to somebody. I got in at about 2 PM, thanks to a ride from Tom.
I fell asleep sometime around 11 PM, only to wake up around 2 AM. I think I may take some NyQuil and try to get up in a few hours.
Sunday I attended Joi Ito's cocktail party and dinner in Palo Alto, along with and thanks to Ross Stapleton-Gray. Numerous attendees wrote blog entries about it: Chris Prillo (who came right up, said hi and introduced himself: very refreshing and appreciated), Gnome-Girl, Frank Boosman, Kazuya Minami. I'm curious to know where that photo of me drinking wine at dinner taken by Barak Berkowitz with a ridiculously small camera ended up. I really enjoyed the event and thank everyone I met and talked to for their hospitality and conversation.
Monday night I stopped by The Studio, which, since it is my first studio and has no other name that I know of I am deciding to capitalize. I paid my first month's share of the rent for March and hung out with Fred Crimi, chatting about music, Buddhism, Thailand, Kurzweil synthesizers, Utrecht, Prauge, German border gaurds, steganography, and loads more that escapes me right now. The Studio is near Turk and Taylor streets, thus part of Tenderloin Ground Zero, which is an area that the SF Chronicle always tends to refer to as "lively". I like to describe this characterization of the neighborhood as "generous obfuscation". Having said that, there are noticeable upsides, such as the really good nearby Vietnamese place Fred took me to, after hearing me reminisce about being introduced to Ginger in Toronto.
Tuesday afternoon, I ran into a friend outside my building and found out that he moved back up to San Francisco in early January from Los Angeles. I chatted with him for a bit, and then met him after work. I had plans to attend a dinner, but catching up with him trumped those plans, since I haven't seen him since briefly last summer at a conference. I ate with him and another friend of his at Tommy's Joynt on Van Ness, which has been pointed out to me but which I hadn't set foot in until Tuesday evening.
Wednesday I was home sick, the cold that I had started to notice Monday and Tuesday finally escalating. I slept through most of the day, only going out for Indian food with Vipul around 8:30 PM for dinner. Came back and promptly slept more.
Thursday was busy at work, until then things leveled off in the latter part of the day. Thursday night I had dinner with Joe Wasson at Lori's Diner. We both agreed that it would be a killer pad to live in if you could change some of the seating areas into living spaces, bedrooms, entertainment rooms, etc. but keep parts of the diner intact with all the retro 50s decor. Joe and I stopped into Virgin on the way back, where I hijacked his original intent to purchase the English version of TATU's album and made him buy a small sampling of electronic artists I considered to be fundamental: David Holmes, Leftfield, and Future Sound of London.
Friday saw me waking up early in the morning in a coughing fit, which continued until just before noon, when my cold drugs finally kicked in. I didn't want to stay home another day this week, so I did as much work as I could until I felt able enough to come in and not eject a lung on to somebody. I got in at about 2 PM, thanks to a ride from Tom.
I fell asleep sometime around 11 PM, only to wake up around 2 AM. I think I may take some NyQuil and try to get up in a few hours.
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