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.
Monthly Archives: December 2008
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.
“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
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.
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.
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.'”
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.