When I was walking to catch my BART train this morning, I saw one of my coworkers loading an electric fan into the backseat of his car. We said hello to each other, and he asked if I were heading to the office and if I'd like a ride. I said yes ( Read more... )

I met Jeff Hawkins, the founder of Palm, last night. And I didn't just shake his hand; I actually had a conversation with him. He asked about where I work and what I do. He may have been slightly distracted by the Giants baseball game taking place nearby but he had the suave people skills of someone who can create and run a successful company ( Read more... )

[Confused? Read the first part hereIn the kitchen there were maybe ten people, including a young married couple (with the hashing names Hermaphrodick and Insufficient Cums), an incredibly nice and heavily tattooed American man (Tour de Cervix), a bubbly Canadian woman with a lot of disdain for Caroline (Cumming Numb), a Southern American who had ( Read more... )

Skipping far ahead in my European vacation (through part of Hungary and all of Austria), I found myself in Wurzburg, Germany for a hash weekend. This was how I spent my last two and a half days in Europe and, in the days leading up to the hash, I had come to regret making these arrangements ( Read more... )

I went to Elephant Pharmacy to get my Ortho-Tricyclen prescription filled. I haven't needed this filled the entire time I've lived in Berkeley, thanks to an abundant supply from Wash U's health services ( Read more... )