Kate called me, begging for me to take her with to Staple, which I did. Tonight was Staple‘s anniversary party and their goodbye bash. “We’re glad to be able to end Staple while it is still riding high,” the e-mail said. “Still turning people on, and still full of familiar faces.” There was no possible […]
At 10:33 this morning, half a mile past the Marsh Road/Atherton exit on US 101 northbound, my odometer rolled through 99999.9 and added a digit. Such things carry special meaning for me—primarily because I stop to reflect on any such milestones in life, motoring, or whatever—so I took a couple of pictures, having pulled over […]
On my handy little Visor, which I bought a week ago, had a number of items to remember to buy. So, I headed to the store for pants and various other needful things. I needed more cargo pants, but I knew damn sure that, since they’re currently trendy, some “department” store would charge me seven […]
Well, Friday rolled around again, almost without warning. I thought about what to do and decided on Into the Sound, arriving in the city after a hard day of doing nothing at about ten. When I got there, nobody else was there, except the DJs who were substituting for the usual guys. Apparently, the crew […]
I got up about 12:30, having promised myself, yet again, to set up my music studio, the gear of which is still in boxes at the end of my bed even after my trip to Idaho to get it all. Shame on me. Maybe next weekend. I wandered forth, looking for food. I got my […]
Today, I joined the masses of people carting around computers everywhere they go with a brand new Visor, into which I spent dinnertime entering addresses. It’ll be so nifty to have one repository for the eight billion scraps of paper and phoneno.txt files around various computers. After deplorable kung pao tofu in Burlingame, I headed […]
I noticed, upon arriving at work today, that my direct deposit had started. I called my bank to confirm. “Your account balance is:” The voice said, monotonously. “Forty-seven dollars and ninety-three cents.” Fuck. Direct deposit receipt on desk is supposed to mean money in bank. We had a little party at work to celebrate. A […]
Last week, Fabulizz wrote to me and told me that my July 8 entry misidentified the DJ at Staple, so I fixed it. She wrote back that she was putting on a free party at the Bohemia Lounge on Thursday, so I thought it would be worth checking out. Emmett heard of my plans of […]
Another outing with the Spacebarians, suggested by Booty. She invited me up to the city to a Vietnamese place at 6th and Mission (Tra Lan?), so I picked her up at work and we went. At some point, CodeZero, was supposed to join us, which he did. I had some tofu and vegetable dish and […]
A week’s absence from Staple is like a year. I was so ready to hit the dancefloor at the old Rawhide tonight, particularly after last night’s washcloth-sized dancefloor over at Liquid. I was all ready to hit it and make it up there around 10, but my roommate put in Reds (1981) shortly before 7:30, […]
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