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and in other news...
good news, really. Finally found a place to live in San Francisco, last night. The process, which has been unreasonably long, was ended when I said to Aji (computer guy, black belt in karate (hey! hey!), studying to be a clown,) "You know, I'd really like to live here," to which he replied "OK, it's yours," which left my mouth hanging open and other such reasonable sequelae. I look to Matt (musician, plays bass well, studying italian,) who confirms "Yeah, you seem like a nice guy, so it's cool." This on the basis of ten minutes of conversation.... so that's that.
The place is ideal. Located at 22nd and Bryant, it's about 20 paces from the best damn taqueria in the mission, a block from the fine folk at million fishes, another block from SF General Hospital, three blocks from the freeway, five from the thriving mission corridors... you get the idea.
W/D, DSL, GK, 12x17, 3rd fl. WU, FP (n/f), and so on.
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I'm flying out to Norfolk, Virginia tonight. I shall dress in thin gray wool, brave 34 degree weather, tour classrooms and hospitals, and submit to a tag-team inquisition of my deepest qualities. Hopefully they'll like what they find; I'm feeling well prepared.
and in other news...
loading music and mass transit schedules onto a nifty new smartphone, pondering a trip to the dmv to permit up for two-wheeled powered mobility, reconnecting through gtalk with very old friends, reinventing myself light and fast, tech and human driven, enjoying the pace of life in our modern sea, with the emergent spiny lobsters for company.
(hits the rss refresh key)
and in other news...
good news, really. Finally found a place to live in San Francisco, last night. The process, which has been unreasonably long, was ended when I said to Aji (computer guy, black belt in karate (hey! hey!), studying to be a clown,) "You know, I'd really like to live here," to which he replied "OK, it's yours," which left my mouth hanging open and other such reasonable sequelae. I look to Matt (musician, plays bass well, studying italian,) who confirms "Yeah, you seem like a nice guy, so it's cool." This on the basis of ten minutes of conversation.... so that's that.
The place is ideal. Located at 22nd and Bryant, it's about 20 paces from the best damn taqueria in the mission, a block from the fine folk at million fishes, another block from SF General Hospital, three blocks from the freeway, five from the thriving mission corridors... you get the idea.
W/D, DSL, GK, 12x17, 3rd fl. WU, FP (n/f), and so on.
and in other news...
I'm flying out to Norfolk, Virginia tonight. I shall dress in thin gray wool, brave 34 degree weather, tour classrooms and hospitals, and submit to a tag-team inquisition of my deepest qualities. Hopefully they'll like what they find; I'm feeling well prepared.
and in other news...
loading music and mass transit schedules onto a nifty new smartphone, pondering a trip to the dmv to permit up for two-wheeled powered mobility, reconnecting through gtalk with very old friends, reinventing myself light and fast, tech and human driven, enjoying the pace of life in our modern sea, with the emergent spiny lobsters for company.
(hits the rss refresh key)
and in other news...