Monthly Archives: December 2008

how could I forget

as me and emma were walking down market from the apple store (I sense an iphone in my near/immediate-future) the tall, impeccably-suited man in front of us shook a hand proffered by another passerby and in doing so turned halfway, revealing his identity to be none other than Gavin Newsom, mayor of the foggy city of San Francisco. Right after that he turned into the entrance to the westfield. He’s taller than I thought he would be. Not that I spend much time considering such things. But taller.


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I think this weekend can be summed up by appropriating a phrase overheard on the 38 muni, originating from a small woman in a large jacket talking on her cell phone: “shit, yeaaaaaaaaaaaah!” To recap, I am going to proceed gastrochronologically, because I ate a lot of delicious food this weekend and it was often either immediately preceded or proceeded by other figuratively delicious events.

Saturday, high-noon:
turkey, cheese, egg, and swiss crepe

The crepe (crepes a go-go on telegraph) was highly acceptable, though massively loaded with cheese.  mostly it was purchased because I had not eaten anything yet that day, and I was under the impression that berkeley friends (anita, andrew, anthony, and patrick) were occupied with errands.  Of course, as I’m watching the crepe being expertly assembled I get a call from anita telling me that they were done much earlier AND inviting me to indian food.
mango lassi
Finished the crepe as I walked to andrew’s apartment off telegraph.  saw an ent. maybe it was just a guy with an amazing costume and big ol’ stilts, but I’m not asking questions. we walked to an indian place and because I was replete with crepe I got a mango lassi. holy shit.  why I have I not encountered this nectar before?  amazing.

Saturday afternoon:

blue bottle coffee
Took Bart to the hazy city, got off at the civic center and went on a pilgrimage to blue bottle coffee kiosk, of whose location Andrew had a moderately clear idea.  we ended up circling it a few times, just to ensure it was safe, which it proved to be.  also, it had killer coffee.  the kiosk is more like a large loading door in the side of a warehouse, which had at least 20 people waiting in line for an artisan caffeine fix.  the chinese-restaurant-patronized-by-other-chinese rule held true for it: the line was full of affluent, hip white people, and by god, the coffee was killer.

spiritual nourishment:
Buzzed and optimistic, we were now on a quest to the presidio, to see a new andy goldsworthy installation.  We were winging it, definitely–the presidio is kind of a large plot, and I had no idea where the installation was.  In our northward wanderings, we ended up on cathedral hill, named so for st. mary’s of the assumption, an indredible cathedral (props to j. lieber for introducing me to it) that sits at the top. Designed by an italian futurist (pier luigi nervi) in the 60s, it looks like an extraterrestrial craft that has taken root amid the modernist apartment blocks and circular towers that surround it.
I’ve been there before, but the doors have always been locked.  Probably because I was accompanied by a notre dame theology student (or it was around the time for afternoon mass), the doors were open and we could go inside.  I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves:

saturday evening:
delicious dim sum
But not before this:
“spire,” an andy goldsworthy installation at the presidio, obviously we got there as the sun was setting.  this is so because we spent about an hour on the muni, guessed as to where we should get off, and then flip-flopped about actually continuing due to the ever-darkening sky.  we were finally put on the right track by a timely call from my dad, who informed us that the stop we had gotten off on was the exact one we wanted.  go us.  a quick walk up the street, past presidio terrace (some of the largest and most beautiful houses (estates?) I’ve seen in the city–dianne feinstein lives there) and we were there.  I’m glad it was dark, because it made the huge tower of tree trunks goldsworthy combined into a, well, spire, that much more striking.

back on the muni, heading down geary towards market, anthony and I agreed that while andrew was slightly hungy we were not thinking of food in the least.  literally 30 seconds later we were all getting off the bus, having spotted a dim sum place across the street.  apparently dim sum > actual hunger. in any case, it was fantastic–quick (we were done in 20 minutes), filling (12-piece dim sum and an order of chow mein), and cheap (less than $20 with tip).  If I ever live in the city, my kitchen will be spotless from disuse.  maybe dusty, but that’s more of a sheen rather than a spot.  so, spotless.

the next day was another rainy foray into the city, this time to have breakfast with emma who had flown earlier in the morning from vermont.  after being educated on the physics of the water cycle by a charming man (who also spread the gospel of joel osteen) and enjoying the spectacle of teenage fangirls waiting in line for a fall out boy concert, we parted ways and I returned to ashby to retrieve my vehicle and drive back to the cruz, but not before frantically trying to find a gas station before I wet myself, the parting shot from the 3 cups of bad coffee at the “NEW AGE DINER” emma and I had eaten at.  if it is any indicator of a new age, I’m going to have to turn into a right-wing fundamentalist conservative.  mediocre breakfast food ain’t part of any america I call home.  well, shit, I guess it really is.  but I prefer to think of it as old-age.  whtever, this is where the post stops because I’ve failed to find a suitable end point.

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no shirt, no shoes, no servicing of heavy equipment

I just talked to a woman whose job title is “Industrial Hygiene Specialist.”  What does that entail, exactly?  Clipping the fingernails of the diesel mechanics? or shampooing and conditioning the diesel generators they maintain? Both?  I’m intrigued.
Industrial Hygiene is the discipline of anticipating, recognising, evaluating and controlling health hazards in the working environment with the objective of protecting worker health and well-being and safeguarding the community at large.” –Wikipedia
Dammit Wikipedia, the flipside of your wonderful cornucopia of knowledge is that its easy availability removes so much of the allure and mystique of the world, an invasive probing spotlight of knowledge in the dim and smoky bar of human existence.  Sometimes I prefer to drink from the rich tap of misguided humorous hypothesizing (it’s right next to the big jar of pickled overexpanded allegories.)  But Wikipedia, I’ll admit, you are invaluable for crosswords.  And for settling random disagreements.  I’d say you’ve got a net positive score in my big book of petty things I have an opinion on.

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so Santa Cruz weather finally realized it was winter and began acting as such.  first it was dark and rainy for three straight days.  now it’s just clear and cold.  how cold?  well maybe it’s just the inhumanity of my schedule (cue white priveledge bleating) that has me getting up at 6:50 (sunrise), leaving for work at 7:30, and getting home at around 5:30 (sunset), but I haven’t seen my car’s thermometer read above 46 degrees in the last week.  I really don’t like the 45°±10° range of tempratures at all.  it’s definitely cold, but not COLD, and does not contribute to anything cool—snow, ice, thick jackets, scarves, road salt, etc.

even though I have made a very comfortable nest on the proverbial fence, I think I appreciate a strong degree of decisiveness in my weather.  someday I will experience the as of yet abstract concept of “seasons.”  and then I’ll probably not take the mildness of california’s weather for granted.

note: I’ve always thought that was a hilarious picture, and assumed it was some glitch in the weather site that caused such a ridiculous forecast. I was wrong.  scary.

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updated for accuracy

I’m looking and I’m dreaming for the first time
I’m inside and I’m outside at the same time
And everything is real
Do I like the way I feel?
When the world crashes in into my living bedroom
Television Internet man made me what I am
People like to put the television Internet down
But we are just good friends
(I’m a[n]) television Internet man

Talking Heads- “Television Man,” with a few updates.

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my god what wonderful quotes


Things that I did not know about Berlin that I do now:

-They have a large and rising wild boar population
-To combat this, they have licensed “urban hunters”—if I ever order more business cards, that may replace “professional” as my job title on them
-At least one of these hunters is brilliantly candid about the realities of being an urban boar hunter:

“There is no way that hunting can get rid of them all,” he says. “Ultimately we must learn to share the city with the swine.”

“Mr. Eggert, the hunter, thinks it’s time Berlin’s authorities got tough. He says: ‘We should just gather hunters at the these feeding sites, make the civilians stand aside, and feed the swine with lead.'”

WSJ- In Berlin’s Boar War, Some Side With the Hogs

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help desk folly

apparently Sheryl Crow is now a technician for ITS, or so I was told by a client who was apparently assisted by her.

we also reset passwords for Myspace user accounts, and conduct the majority of our academic and administrative business with glittery animated GIFs (“GRADEZ N EVALS”) and bulletins (“YO YO YO GEORGE B HERE, WE GONNA ROCK THOSE TREESITTERS RIGHT OUTTA DA TREES”).  yo yo yo, myspace ≠ my.ucsc, aiight?

late edition update: got an email from a UCSC graduate who needed our help “accessing his porthole.”  He forgot his “porthole account information.” Arr, matey, you’ll be walkin’ the plank before you get my gold transcripts and jewel-crusted GPA.

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