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Fun at IO · There is a con­scious ef­fort to make Google IO not just an information-dense en­vi­ron­men­t, but a par­ty. I joined in the fun for all three evenings I was free in San Fran. This in­clud­ed one photo-walk, one rock & roll per­for­mance, and one cross-faction Ingress even­t. Here are words and pic­tures ...
 
Three of San Fran · Pho­to­s, I mean. I was stay­ing a few blocks west of Moscone West, and that’s the wrong di­rec­tion. But I en­joyed the walk even though there were severe­ly dam­aged peo­ple along the way to smile at or avoid or step over. With a sad sto­ry ...
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Bay Aerials · It’s what you do when you fly in­to San Fran­cis­co; you take pic­tures out the air­plane win­dow, be­cause the city is pho­to­genic. And those of us in the tech busi­ness fly in a lot ...
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Stuck in the Ceiling · Just a pic­ture I shot while walk­ing around San Fran­cis­co not too long ago ...
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Fogtown · Read the street­sign if it’s not ob­vi­ous where this is ...
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San Fran Shadows · Last week I took a brief trip to San Fran­cis­co, and man­aged to es­cape for a walk. Lots of build­ings had in­ter­est­ing shad­ows on them ...
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SFO Domestic Hints · If you do tech­nol­o­gy, you prob­a­bly find your­self trav­el­ing through SFO, a.k.a. San Fran­cis­co In­ter­na­tion­al Air­port, reg­u­lar­ly. Here are a cou­ple of hints. I don’t go across the ocean from there, so thus these ex­clude the in­ter­na­tion­al ter­mi­nal ...
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Travel Pix · I broke down and got a Canon A710 IS and, like the re­view­ers say, it doesn’t weigh much, it didn’t cost much, it has a great big zoom and seems to take OK pic­tures. There’s noth­ing very in­spir­ing about it and I would prob­a­bly have been will­ing to pay twice as much for some­thing with RAW and more in­ter­est­ing glass and so on, but ap­par­ent­ly the cam­era biz has walked away from the high-end com­pact ...
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Dumbarton · This is the name of the south­ern­most bridge across San Fran­cis­co Bay. At the west end is our Men­lo Park cam­pus, where I usu­al­ly work while I’m here, and at the east end is Ne­wark, a salt-mining town, where I usu­al­ly stay. So I’ve driv­en across that bridge a lot, usu­al­ly in a hur­ry, of­ten not­ing that there’s a walk­ing trail at one end and a wildlife refuge at the oth­er. Yes­ter­day I stopped at both. Here­with the pic­tures, with re­marks on tequi­la and hel­l ...
 
From Nob Hill · I stayed a night last week at a ho­tel on on Nob Hill in San Fran­cis­co which was on­ly OK so it gets no link, but my room was on the nine­teenth floor look­ing south, and the Fog­town morn­ing air and the vista’s breadth were way too much for my lit­tle pock­et cam­er­a, but a cou­ple are worth pub­lish­ing any­how just be­cause they’re fun to look at ...
 
Don’t Feed the Bears · Just some pret­ty pic­tures, that’s all folk­s, noth­ing here to think about, move right along. In­clud­ing, along with the ti­tle shot, one AFS, one AFSF, and a plum in a dishrack ...
 
agnès b. · Here­with pho­tos of two San Fran­cis­co store­fronts, one whose name I don’t know, the oth­er whose name I liked enough to use for a ti­tle ...
 
Pride! · I rolled in­to San Fran­cis­co mid-morning and didn’t have to be at work till noon, so I took the BART rather than a cab. I hadn’t done the SFO train for a while and it’s pret­ty ef­fi­cient these days, I rec­om­mend it. Any­how, it was a good thing I did, be­cause I emerged from the sub­way to the sound of drums and the pranc­ing of ma­jorettes, in fact some ex­treme­ly ma­jor ma­jorettes if you know what I mean, to­day was the big Gay Pride week­end. My pic­tures didn’t come out that well, so here are some men­tal snap­shot­s: the drum ma­jorettes, all pizazz and rhyth­m, I think they were re­al­ly girls too but well any­how; this dude with a Ford Pin­to en­tire­ly cov­ered in span­gles (win­dows too, driv­er too); and the gag­gle of gay cop­s, some of them were ultra-tuff-looking but my fave was the chub­by la­dy mo­tor­cy­cle cop grin­ning ear to ear on her huge gleam­ing hawg. It was a re­al treat for me be­cause I was stand­ing be­hind these two big loud-voiced guys that cheered wild­ly at ev­ery float and march­ing band, and gai­ly heck­led the cop­s; not the marching-in-the-parade cop­s, the keeping-order-by-the-curb cop­s: “You go, girl! Shake that bootehhhhhhhh”. They even cheered the unglam­orous po­lice com­mis­sion­er wav­ing de­ter­mined­ly in her dowdy con­vert­ible. By co­in­ci­dence, on the way down to San Fran I read God and Coun­try, an ex­cel­lent New York­er piece that, while al­so about Amer­i­ca, is def­i­nite­ly cov­er­ing a dif­fer­ent tribe than the one turn­ing out for the pa­rade. It’s hard to be­lieve these tribes share the same coun­try. Any­how, we had fun at NetBeans Day, but I think they had more over at the pa­rade.
 
Bay Area Dining and Death · Din­ner on suc­ces­sive nights in the Ci­ty and the Val­ley: Mon­day with Der­vala at Fringale, Tues­day with Lau­ren at La Stra­da in Pa­lo Al­to. The dif­fer­ences are in­struc­tive, and the dis­tance can be dead­ly ...
 
San Fran, OK · I had an in­ter­est­ing Fri­day, up and down the Penin­su­la and with lots of tasty fla­vors ...
 
Airphotos and Levels · Here­with two shots tak­en on the trip to the Bay yes­ter­day, with an ad­vi­so­ry on the awe­some pow­er of Pho­toShop ...
 
SFO · In my new job, I’m see­ing a whole lot of SFO a.k.a. San Fran­cis­co In­ter­na­tion­al Air­port. Go­ing in­to San Jose would be bet­ter but there are a lot of places that you can’t get there from. Here­with a prac­ti­cal time-saving driv­ing hin­t, and a rant about the stupid, stupid, stupid mono­rail ...
 
2003/9/11 · In San Fran­cis­co on that an­niver­sary, at­tend­ing the Sey­bold con­fer­ence. So far an OSCOM hackathon, a bomb threat, and some pure-California vi­su­al po­et­ry ...
 
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