I work in San Francisco. Most days, I ride the Caltrain to work and back. Sometimes, when I have a social engagement in the East Bay, I walk a mile or so to the BART station and ride that into whichever station suits -- one of the Oakland stations if I'm visiting folks there, or Fremont for another group. Some days back, I was walking through a ( Read more... )

Last weekend (2 March 2k7-4 March 2k7) was unusually wonderful. Not that my other weekends have been sucking, mind you; quite the opposite. But last weekend was the most sustained period of continuous wonderfulness in quite a while. Right around 14h00 on Friday, amywithani and I went off to do thisMonterey never fails to soothe. The whole town has an ( Read more... )

Today marks nine years since amywithani and I got married in a quiet little ceremony at a friend's house in Fremont. The weather was perfect. Ami had one line, and it took her three tries to get it out. My feet hurt abominably (kids, don't get married in new shoes, for serious). She was, and remains, so beautiful -- her eyes, her smile, her tenderness. The ( Read more... )