These are just more semi-random street pictures. The first two are probabably destined to be part of the ongoing “MacArthur” project, should it ever take more than a vague form. The rest are from the neighborhood around the office. I’m guilty of taking #4 something like 50% of the time I walk on that side of the road, although they’re all somewhat different, due to foreground, lighting, composition, etc. I’ve been thinking a lot about motivation. How do I keep going? So far, it’s been enough to keep pushing the button and putting the photos up here. There’s some external validation, when I post photos of people and they like them, that helps a lot. But really, I don’t know. It’s an open question.
Posted on 2015-06-01T07:18:39Z GMT
The Mission is still my favorite neighborhood in SF. Noe Valley is where the hipsters have gone, but the mission still has some grit and dirt. Some non-white non-tech people, people not like me. Bars you could get stabbed in, cash only. Several of the world’s best burrito joints. Yeah, what’s not to like?.
Posted on 2015-05-20T07:32:39Z GMT
Yes, I’m alive. The blog is not yet dead, even though I see many other bloggers hanging up their keyboards. I could use a different, slicker, easier platform. I could just stick all my photos up on flicker. But then where would I ramble on aimlessly? Anyway, here are the first five photos out of my quick collection. They’re not related, except they were shot in this order, within a couple days of each other.
Posted on 2015-05-18T06:21:53Z GMT
Which isn’t where I remember it, the last time I was here. Seems it’s gone about 30 yards further in. The weather while we were there was grey and cold and rainy, but not enough. It should have snowed the whole time. Stupid Climate Change.
Posted on 2015-04-26T18:26:42Z GMT
In february, Soph’s company had their annual offsite in Tahoe. The whole company and their families go for a weekend of fun. There’s skiing, snowboarding, spas, food, drinking, the whole bit. So, on friday, the weekend of, we all got on a big bus loaded down with a lot of booze and a lot of nerds, and off we went. If you’ve been on this kind of bus trip (and who hasn’t?), you know they’re always chronically late, beset by delays, and can be fairly miserable. This was at least well-organized, and well stocked with booze. We set off at the appointed time for what should have been a four hour drive. We immediately hit traffic on the Bay Bridge. Fairly smooth sailing from there to Sacramento or so, with just a case of motion sickness. Then, we started getting into the mountains and the traffic started getting worse. Since it was a bus full of nerds, we all had google maps out the whole way and knew the delay was coming. We drank whiskey and waited, and then, past one checkpoint, we tried to get some guys who were putting on chains for $20 to put them on the bus, and nobody would. So, some of the passengers ended up helping the driver get the chains on to get past the second checkpoint. This all added about 2 hours, plus the stop-and-go traffic the whole time. We were supposed to be there by dinner time; it ended up being around 9:30. We were on the bus to Tahoe for something like 7 hours. We ran out of whiskey, beer and toilet paper (not in that order). We ran out of snackfood. The bus didn’t break down, though, and we made it over the pass. Finally. And the hotel was gorgeous.
Posted on 2015-04-24T22:31:50Z GMT
