Kommute Archives for February, 2001
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Wednesday, 02-28-01
<morning> Today was only slightly difficult. I grabbed an extra 20 winks or whatever, but I still woke up all muddled and groggy. Sleep is so weird. I went to the cafe and got my large coffee from the germangirl, she called me Sweetie and told me to have a great day, and I said likewise unto her. I like that they're always so engaging and friendly in there. Starbuck's can bite my butt. It's a totally beautiful perfect day today. Clear skies, windy, perfect Kite Flying weather. I totally have to go buy one this weekend. I hate being forced to be a weekend warrior. There was a really adorable, smart little kid on Muni, and I was watching him reach out and touch things with this intense curiousity, taking in everything around him without any sort of pretense or inhibition. It was sort of zen. HAMSTOP was bustling, and a woman showed up and took a big thick black marker and wrote "RECENTLY HOMELESS BEHIND DOMESTIC VIOLENCE" on a piece of cardboard. I've seen her before, she's always at the intersection of Geary and Divis. She was with a guy, too, who looked much more shiftless and scruffy than her, and he was giving her pointers as she wrote on the cardboard. I almost wanted to ask him, "So, are you 'Domestic Violence'?" but I'm not quite that brash. The 50 came along on time, and I spent most of the ride flipping through the SF Weekly, looking for interesting bits to chew on. Then I wrote a couple of pages in my journal, because i'm self-absorbed and stuff. I watched gulls and hawks glide and dive on the breezes and listened to Tourette's Guy say "Loggers, loggers! Loggers!" and "I don't have the TIME! No TIME!". This is an interesting article about Blogger for you to read. The internet is cool sometimes.

Tuesday, 02-27-01
<morning> It's a supershiney sunsunny day dag nabbit! I was really suffering this morning, I had to give myself a real heavy pep talk just to get out of bed at a reasonable hour. Tsk, tsk! I've been missing some sleep lately, and my body is angry about that. I woke up after a few conflicted, torturous minutes of stolen half-sleep and managed to get out the door early, just after 8am. The bastard gods which control all muni traffic, however, were not as timely. I waited way too long at MEATSTOP, impatiently slurping my coffee and glancing at my watch (just like a real commuter!). One amusing thing: A painter's truck went by and hit a bumpy spot in the road, and 3 rolls of masking tape went bouncing and rolling down the road, with everyone watching it as came to rest in the gutter. A woman started cautiously kicking at it, turning it over with her toe. Eventually she pulled the three rolls apart and kept one, giving the others to two other women at the bus stop. Cute! Funny! I got to spend almost 30 minutes at HAMSTOP, but there weren't very many interesting sights, so I spent most of the wait there reading the "Superfluous Arrows" issue of Vice magazine. The skies are completely blue and clear, and there is very little wind, so the bay is all calm and serene and glassysmooth. As I was crossing the Golden Gate, I glanced down at the water and saw birds flying very low over the water, their wingtips making contact, leaving perfect white dotted lines behind them. The hills are all green and fecund and just bursting with flavor and specialness. I overheard a very gregarious old woman talking about the weird stalky purple flowers that grow all over Sausalito, and I was hoping she would solve the mystery of what type of plant they are, but she was just as baffled as me. So much for the wisdom of our elders!

Monday, 02-26-01
<morning> I came in about 30 minutes late, but nobody really seems to have noticed. Lucky break! I woke up super-duper early, at 4:00 a.m. (!!!) and I got back to sleep at about 5:30 or so, only to wake up to my obnoxious alarm at 7. I somehow managed to sleep a little bit more, which left me struggling out of bed at 8. I went to the cafe, and it was full of hippies! It's finally not a rainy icky day, which gives me hope for the whole kite flying thing. I'm not a huge fan of sunshiney happyhappy weather but I really like the change from all the damp gloomy weather we've had for the last few weeks. I have a big gnarly heavy workload today, so I'm going to have to keep this brief. Muni was late, almost catastrophically late, but I got to HAMSTOP just as the bus to San Rafael was pulling away, and I jumped around like a big spaz and chased it down and got on. If I had missed it, I would have had to wait another 30 minutes, and that would have sucked kind of a lot. I was feeling really impressed with myself. Woo, woo! Hey, by the way, hifiart.com, which rules, has been featuring my kommute photos on their site! Color me impressed! My weekend was fantastic, thanks for asking.

Friday, 02-23-01
<morning> This was one of those verynearlyalmost-late days, but I rushed through my morning routine and got out the door in time to get my coffee and make it to MEATSTOP in time to grab Muni. It was standing room only, which always pisses me off a little bit, but it wasn't all that bad, not a real huge inconvenience. I just tend to take fewer photos what with having to hold on and maintain my balance and the jostling and shoving. There was a guy standing in front of me who looked totally average in almost every way, but his sleeve tugged up a bit when he grabbed the bar to steady himself, and I caught a peek of some really insane tattoos. I was intrigued, so I took a photo. I have to admit, ever since that woman castigated me at HAMSTOP, I've taken only a fraction of the photos I want to take. I see so many beautiful little scenes play out all around me, and everything falls in to place, and I desperately want to capture it if it's possible to do so. I didn't have long to wait at HAMSTOP, and my batteries crapped out on me while I was trying to photograph a really interesting, weathered woman. Damnit! My bus came along and I tromped to the back, by default, and I saw someone sitting on the left with sunglasses and spiky hair, and I was thinking to myself how cool it looked when I realized it was the guy with the sketchbook who I sat next to last week. Incidentally, on Saturday night I saw him at a weirdo art event at the Cell Space and I was trying to remember where I'd seen him, because the context was so weird. Eventually we approached each other and both said "I saw you on the bus!" and I told him I had a confession to make, that I'd photographed him and posted it on my webpage, but he didn't seem all that offended or freaked by it, and he asked for the URL - for all I know he's reading this now! Aie! I was kind of nervous about whipping my camera out around him, so I spent my time christening my new journal. Fuck yes. I'm such a nerd. The sun's out today, and it's pretty and blustery and windswept and wholesome out. I really want it to stay dry for a weekend so I can listen to my dreams and buy a kite.

Thursday, 02-22-01
<morning> So, I'm still doing my kommute. I talked to some friends about my HAMSTOP confrontation yesterday, and the overwhelming consensus was that I should not, under any circumstances, stop doing the kommute. That was my initial reaction as well, so here I am, trudging dutifully along with my camera. I was a lot more cautious about pulling out my camera, however. I saw some really lovely little moments which slipped by because I didn't feel I could easily conceal my camera, and I really didn't want to intrude. I wish I could be more of a fly on the wall. With purple hair. Um yeah. So, I got up when my alarm went off, and I thought "If I burrow my head deeper in to the blankets, can I pretend that i'm not hearing this awful britpop?" and the answer was "No, stupid, get up and turn it off." so I decided that I deserved an additional hour of sleep for being so smart. I have amazing mathematical skills in the few moments just after waking, I can calculate the precise amount of time I can slack off and sleep in within nanoseconds of my clock radio going off. Amazing! So my freshly-unemployed housemate came in to keep me company, and we chatted a bit, though I was rushing to get ready and out the door before I missed the bus. I thought I was low on cash, but then I found a secret $3 stash in my courier bag, which allowed me to buy my morning caffeine. Lucky break! MEATSTOP was damp and not terribly entertaining, and though there were multiple photo ops, I was feeling a little conspicuous, so I didn't take any until I was safely on Muni. HAMSTOP was somewhat intimidating, so I only managed to snap a few pictures there. I sat behind Tourette's Guy, which is always kind of amusing, and I spent most of the ride writing in my journal. The weird Tiburon Man was in the grassy knoll as usual, but he wasn't sitting in his usual spot, he was standing there like a scarecrow, with his big garbage bag parka on, arms up in the air. Weird! There was a snazzy rainbow over the mountains to the west, and I thought about mentioning it to the other passengers. A guy sitting near me noticed it on his own and pulled out a laptop computer with a weird little tiny camera attached to the top of the screen. I was impressed! My hats off to you, anonymous autodesk employee! I'm still loving all this rainy poopy weather, though it does prevent me from buying and flying a nice 2-handed kite.

Wednesday, 02-21-01
<morning> This morning's kommute was alright, for the most part. I got up early, listened to the radio drone on for a little while before I hopped up and did my thing. I went in to the cafe, and the superhappyhyperfriendly guy was a little bit subdued. He asked how I was doing, and I said I was okay, no complaints. I asked how he was doing, and he said "Thank You! Oh, I just had one of those nights, you know, when you roll over asleep and then when the alarm goes off, you feel like you just went to sleep, auugh!" I commiserated emphatically and poured my coffee and watched Muni breeze by twice while I was in the cafe. Everything was wet and slick and clean after all the rains, and the clouds were fluffy and ebullient, little swatches of blue showing through here and there. I was thoroughly mired in my own headspace by the time we got to HAMSTOP, and I set about my usual routine of snapping photos of the interesting sights around me. After a while, the bus stop was relatively crowded, and I noticed a well-dressed business woman staring pointedly at me, with some amount of hostility in her face. I get that a lot, in general, so I just sort of did my thing, snapped a few more photos and pulled my money out as the bus approached. She stepped forward kind of aggressively and stood in my path, facing me. She said "You know, it's rude to take pictures of people without asking - I saw you last week, you took my picture, and that infringes on my privacy. I saw you, today, taking people's pictures without their permission, and that's not okay." and all I could do while she was delivering her monologue is say "Okay... Okay... Yes, Okay." and then she got on the bus ahead of me and sat near the back of the bus, and I sat in the very back seat. Then she got up, and sat in a seat further up, next to someone, and then she moved to the very front of the bus. She obviously felt really angry and violated by my camera, which made me feel awful. I also felt terrible that I didn't get a chance to explain my position, apologize, or anything. I was unprepared for such weird hostile admonitions. I am not sure if I believe in the concept of privacy in the public realm, people are constantly being heavily surveilled and observed all the time. Do you own your appearance? When I step out my door, I know that I become, in a sense, public domain, baby. Who knows. I've got some thinking to do. In the meantime, more fotokamera.

Friday, 02-16-01
<morning> Oh great. We bombed Iraq. Fucking great. I got up kind of late today, but I deserved a little more sleep, damnit. I got ready pretty fast, though, and got out the door at 9:00. I headed in to the cafe, and everyone was supercheerful. The owner said "Good Morning! How are you?" and I responded "Great!" and did a little 'thumbs-up' happydance for him, and his eyes got really wide and he laughed and said "Yeah! Yeah! I only have to survive another 8 hours and it's the weekend!" and then another guy nearby pipied in: "Yeah, a holiday weekend! President's Day! Frankly I'm in favor of celebrating Lincoln and Washington's birthday's seperately because, come on, does Gerald Ford really deserve equal billing with Lincoln?" and everyone laughed, so he continued, "Millard Fillmore? What'd he ever do for anybody?!" and everyone cackled, it was a tender moment shared by all the cafe folk. I missed a bus just as I was leaving the cafe, but I left early enough to be able to catch the next one and still make my connection, so I chilled a while at MEATSTOP. I realized that I haven't been spending enough time at HAMSTOP lately, and today was no exception. I was only there for maybe 4 minutes before my bus came along. A lot of people commented on my hair today, I just dyed it freshly last night. It's still a nice day out, but there are some ominous clouds hugging the horizon, looming large over the ocean and the Marin Headlands. Traci wrote up a stirring review of my Kommute yesterday as a sort of anniversary of my employment with this company. The statistics on my photography are kind of alarming! 191 photos of the Golden Gate Bridge?! And today's photo makes that 192.

Thursday, 02-15-00
It's been exactly a year since I started this job. Crazy! Weird! I've been posting the kommute journal nearly that long, too. Crazy again! Waking up was a very rough process today. My internal alarm went off at 5:30, and that was not ok with me, so I went back to sleep and waited for the external alarm to go off at 6:40 or whatever. It did, and for the second day in a row, they were playing Laurie Anderson. I turned off the alarm and turned on my computer, then I turned and gazed longingly at my bed, and crawled back in for a little while. Bad bad me. I haven't been getting quite enough sleep lately. I got myself dressed, out the door and in to the cafe by 8:32. Christian was there today, and he liked my shirt! Yay! He said "PHAZER" and I looked at him like he was crazy - I do that a lot because I'm really slow in the morning, and sometimes I don't quite hear people, not well enough to process their meaning anyhow. I'm not hard of hearing, I'm hard of listening. I got treated to the meat-throwing delivery guy at MEATSTOP again, which is always a nice, gory start to my day. Heebie jeebies. His butcher apron was fairly covered in blood and goo. It's a relatively beautiful day. Clouds are moving around ominously on the horizon, though. I only got to spend a few brief, precious moments at HAMSTOP, and I spent them getting compliments from a really wild looking panhandler. On the 50, there was a weird smell, and I kept thinking it was gasoline, but it was just the stinky perfume of a woman sitting behind me. Shortly after I identified her as the stinky culprit, a guy wearing really filthy soiled jeans got on and sat in front of me, and he had this really intense alcoholic/urine smell. It was a treat for the senses!

Wednesday, 02-14-01
Valentine's Day! Bagel Day! Today has been kind of lame so far. I woke up on time, having turned the volume on my clock radio waaaay up to "plenty loud" so that I can hear it with earplugs in - the first words I heard were "Happy Schlocky Hallmark Holiday! Even though it SUCKS you know you people out there without someone special are hurting!" and the first song I heard was "Smoke Rings" by Laurie Anderson. Cual es más macho? Lightbulb o Schoolbus? Anyhow, it was a strange beginning to my day. I went in to the cafe, and the owner asked me if I had any special plans or something, and I just kind of smiled because I didn't hear him clearly, so he handed me a little chocolate heart and said "Well here's something fun to start your day!" and then the Germanish girl called me Sweetie again. Aw! Feel the love. I spent a long time at HAMSTOP, bored, because there wasn't anyone around to photograph or observe, and so I went to grab a paper and as I was thumbing through, I heard someone honking and hollering. I looked up to see Pippilina riding her motorcycle, hollering "WHORE! WHORE!" at me, and I smiled and flipped her off. Yet again I say to you: Feel the love, people. The San Rafael bus was really crowded, so I sat down next to this kind of scruffy hipster type kid, and he had a sketchbook open in his lap, and I glanced over to see what he was drawing. I think he felt violated or something, because he put it away. Some people behind me were discussing postmodernism, which is so, you know, 5 years ago. I listened in to another conversation, some highschool kids were talking about the exchange rate in Japan, and they were both really wrong, thinking that $20 USD was equal to $250 in yen. Stupids!

Tuesday, 02-13-01
I set my alarm for roughly the correct time, but I was wearing earplugs and I slept in for about 30 minutes. Tsk, tsk. Pippilina asked me to wake her up early this morning because she's going in for laser eye surgery (!!!) but I woke up later than anticipated and she was already up and about when I ran in to the shower. I got dressed, checked my mail, turned on Napster and ran out the door clutching a big armload of late Kozmo.com videos to return. I am naughty and delinquent! The Germanesque woman at the cafe called me Sweetie. Awwwwwwww. Christian was working, and he asked me if i'd seen any good movies lately, and I told him about watching Dr. Zhivago because it's lush and cheesy and emotional. I got my coffee and headed over to MEATSTOP. I didn't have a very long wait there, Muni came along pretty quickly. I was looking at my watch and figuring on a pretty long wait at HAMSTOP, but when we pulled up, the 50 was sitting there! The 8:30 bus was a little bit late, so I ran up and jumped around and got on the bus. Yay! So I slacked off and left late and still got in early. I am a wizard of space and time. The sky looked amazing today! It's cold and there was a light dusting of snow on Mount Diablo in the east bay and Mount Tamalpais in the north. Gawjuss! Weird! Big meetings today, better wrap this up.

Monday, 02-12-01Another day of mis-set alarms. I woke up an hour and a half late, roughly, but I managed to get in only 30 minutes late. Nobody really noticed, either. That's always good. I've been feeling snuffly lately, like i'm having allergies. Don't know what i'm allergic to, but it's making my sinuses all dry and stuffy. Blast! Dang! uh. I feel great otherwise. The weather is still chilly, grey and rainy. I have a nice small umbrella I can shove in to my bag though, so I say BRING IT ON. Aw yeah. I got my coffee situation under control, and people were quietly cheerful in the cafe. I talked for a few moments with one of my wacky housemates, he made faces at me and acted menacing, because it's what he does. MEATSTOP was drizzly and dull. HAMSTOP was colder, and windy. I huddled in the phone booth and tried not to get soaked. The rest of the kommute was totally copacetic, I spent most of the time reading the New Yorker and writing pithy little observations in my journal. I left Sylvia Plath at home, though, because good lord, she's heavy. Metaphorically and Literally speaking. The Marin Headlands are starting to look really green and smooth. It's almost been a year since I started working here. Weird! Haha! Alright. I must get to work.

Friday, 02-09-01
<morning> Soaking wet, sniffling, freezing. That's my list of adjectives for this morning. I had very strange dreams last night involving grizzled old hobos, wicker furniture and yellow beads. I woke up before my alarm again, a full 12 minutes early. I feel like the alarm clock is my bitch, now. I am eating the sweetest kiwi fruit i've ever tasted, sipping a cup of steaming black tea. One of the problems with rainy days is the lighting. It's hazy, romantic, melodramatic, but it doesn't really work out very well photographically. Blast! Dang! Anathema! I had to go to the creepy swipe this morning, to get some dosh for my coffee, and to pay my bus fare, so when I went in to the cafe for my usual, I had to pay with a yuppie food stamp ($20 bill). I was super contrite and begged forgiveness for not having change, and the germanish girl said "Awwww, that's okay, because I know you feel bad. If you didn't feel bad, I would give you a hard time. Heeheehee." with kind of an evil glee. MEATSTOP was a cold, rainy, forbidding place, and I got pretty well soaked through even though I was huddled beneath the meat market's awning. It was nothing compared to the windswept, waterlogged misery that was HAMSTOP, though. I was disappointed to learn that my Dickie's jacket is not the least bit waterproof, and neither is my courier bag. The Tourette's guy showed up wearing this big weird horse whisperer hat, and we sort of nodded at each other. We discussed the weather through a subtle language of gestures and whistles, and then he said "Ah, 5 days a year I get to wear my Republican Hat". What a weirdo! I was all soaked and freezing when I got on to the San Rafael bus, and the windows were fogged up, so I hunkered down and read some more Plath and scribbled in my journal. I didn't sit in the back of the bus, so when the bus driver guy (his name is Thomas) got on in Marin City, he was surprised to find me sitting elsewhere. I didn't really feel like talking, so it worked out fine.

Thursday, 02-08-01
<morning> Mercury is in retrograde. And the moon is full. And I'm a big hippy! See me, Touch Me, Feel Me. It sounds trite, but i'm definitely affected by the moon. I was feeling the effects before I even knew the phase of the moon. I thought it was waning! Such a fool. I didn't manage to motivate myself enough to come in early, but I wasn't overwhelmed by creeps, at least. I spent most of the first half of the kommute reading, and gazing out the window. I'm feeling a little bit slow today, like I want to let life just kind of roll over me, not to make any real effort to observe or interpret things. It's a beautiful day, though. I didn't have too long a wait at MEATSTOP, which is good, because there was a horrible, acrid smell - a cross between cat urine and propane - filling the air. Peee-U. HAMSTOP was more entertaining, and sweet-smelling. That Tracy girl was friendly and smily, as was Tourette's guy. He was hamming it up, waving a traffic cone around and doing a spaztic little dance to get the bus to stop. They're doing all kinds of roadwork around the intersection there, and this guy was spraying this thick black goo all over the road, and then they dumped some asphalt on top of that, and a steamroller trundled over it, smashing it down. It's really kind of cool, watching construction. The bus driver guy got on, as usual, in Marin City, and sat next to me and started telling me, again, all about his blood tests and health problems. He didn't use the word "Prostate" this time, at least. That's a plus! Work is nuts today.

Wednesday, 02-07-01
<morning> Wow, something crazy was going on this morning. I woke up to the sound of helicopters buzzing my neighborhood, and I figured maybe there was a traffic thing, or a fugitive, or something. Here's some video of what was actually going on, a big fire. It's creepy that these big insane things and widespread destruction can be going on only 3 blocks away and I can be totally unaware. Hum hum hum. I got out the door early, and the only thing that really got me motivated to do so was thinking of the creeps I could avoid by leaving at 8. I wound up talking to a little kid at MEATSTOP, he was a mumbly little guy, and he asked me how long i'd been waiting, what time the bus was supposed to come, and then, I swear it sounded like he asked me "So are you Goth?" and I was flustered, insisting that I wasn't, and he looked at me like I was crazy and said "All i said was 'There's the bus'!" and then he moved away from me. Oops! I should have hollered at him to SPEAK UP or something, chased him around, scarred him for life somehow. Instead I was just a spaz. All morning, for some reason, I have been feeling really gruff. I can feel myself grimacing slightly, involuntarily. I feel a lot of tension around me, and i'm not entirely sure why. I had kind of a weird interaction last night on my homeward kommute, and it's been upsetting me ever since. People can be so paranoid and neurotic sometimes, and it can come out in some pretty unhealthy ways. I sat next to a really friendly tourist from Korea on the San Rafael bus, he was very polite, saying that he wanted to take a picture of the bridge and take the bus back downtown, and could I direct him to the correct bus stop. I hope I gave him reasonable instructions and he's not just out wandering around in the presidio somewhere. I saw a faded sticker on one of the Golden Gate Transit buses, and apparently, GGT is as old as me.

Tuesday, 02-06-01
<morning> Waking up, getting dressed and out the door wasn't terribly difficult or interesting today. I got my coffee without having to headbutt anyone, so that's a good thing. It's a really bright windswept kind of day, so my hair is all screwed up. Not that I mind. I like wind. It sweeps all the crap and pollution aside, so everything seems much cleaner, crystalline. I know it's an illusion, but it's an attractive one. There have been an awful lot of people talking to me, preventing me from wildly snapping photos with abandon. I've gotten to know some of the regulars on my commute, and now I know them by name, and they're telling me deeply personal details about their lives. Eek. Like for instance my HAMSTOP solitude was broken by this woman I talk to a lot, and she started telling me about her abusive relationship and subsequent divorce. I was a good, attentive, sympathetic listener, but internally I was wondering why on earth she wanted to share this information with me. At least she told me her name, so I don't feel totally strange about the whole thing. Once again, I sat in the back seat, and I spent most of the ride hunkered down, reading my Sylvia Plath journals. It's an extraordinarily good read. The bus driver who was coming on to me yesterday told me all about some blood tests he's getting today, one for a general work-up and the other for his PROSTATE. What is up with all the personal details, people? That creepy head-poking guy sat next to me again. He specifically came to sit next to me, and he kept looking at me. All while he was slicing at his fingernails with a rectangular hunk of glass. Creepy. I think I might come in earlier to avoid some of these creeps.

Monday, 02-05-01
<morning> Early this morning, I got a cryptic piece of e-mail from my mom, and all it said was "G.G. Bridge + VWBug = Blame Canada!" I took a look at the news today, and then it made some sense. Well, kinda. I got out the door and in to the cafe by 8:30, and the cafe was wicked crowded! I got my coffee eventually, amidst a sea of chaos. I overheard a guy calling it "total bedlam". It was warm and sunshiney, almost summerlike at MEATSTOP, but during my muni trip to HAMSTOP, we rolled in to a thick fogbank, and it was totally chilly and grey as I stood around reading the Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. The bus came along after i'd read a few of Sylvia's entries, and I grabbed the back seat, next to the window. I read more of Sylvia's journals, stunned by how poetic and lush her words are. My entries are dry toast compared to her poached eggs. The bridge was totally fogbanked, which makes the passage seem much more mysterious. A regular commuter I keep seeing got on in Marin City, and he sat in front of me, and spun around saying "Eyyyy, it's the lady with the purple hair!! Hiya!" and proceeded to strike up a conversation with me, asking where I work, what I do, and when I asked where he worked, he said "Right here." and I said "Oh, in Marin City, or Sausalito?" and he said "Nono, I mean... I work here." and I said "Wait, on the bus?! Oh! Are you a driver?" and then he came and sat next to me, telling me stories about being a bus driver, and how he doesn't believe in stress. He started shamelessly flirting with me and kept it up for the rest of the trip to San Rafael! huh. I guess i'll be stuck talking to him every day until his route changes. He's nice, and funny, so I guess it could be worse. One of my cow orkers just walked in and told me that she had a dream about me having a crush on a guy who was going out with one of her friends from Junior High, and that I wanted to beat the girl up to steal the boy. My cow orker went on to say that it was really funny, that she was trying to talk me out of it, but that she kind of wanted to see me beat this girl up! Weird!

Friday, 02-02-01 - groundhog day!
<morning> Friday, and I got in early for a change! Ha! Take that! I wasn't feeling all that super yesterday, and I was really superswamped with work, so I didn't post a kommute entry. I am making it up to you by posting an enormous number of photos. So. Many. Photos. It's a good morning. I'm really glad about the weekend, and I got a lot done yesterday, so my stress level is a lot more manageable. I went in to the cafe, and I was taking sneaky photos of the girl who took my order, and after I had already taken the photo, she noticed my camera and gave me this sly look, and said "Oh! Do you want to take my photo, huh?" and I responded with a similar look, sort of bobbled my head indecisively and said "Well, I don't know if I want to take your photo!" heh. I'm such a liar. The weather is kind of mild and the skies are milky and hazy, which lends an interesting light to everything. Kind of romanticized my photos. Not that I mind, or anything. I spent very little time at either MEATSTOP or HAMSTOP, hence the lack of MEAT/HAM-photos. I spent a while thinking about how bizarre the concept of Groundhog day is, and how, according to something I read this morning, it marks the midway point between Winter Solstice and Spring Equinox, but it's sort of been cheapened by the whole Groundhog deal. Arbitrary, goofball traditions are okay by me, though. I've seen a lot of ducks hanging around in the water off of Sausalito. I love watching them pop under the water and then ploink right back up like little weeble wobbles. I almost talked to this guy who sat next to me, but I couldn't think of a good opener. He carries this big long skateboard all the time, and I considered talking about that, but in the end, I didn't bother. My hair smells fantastic today. Just thought i'd add that. Here is a pretty picture. Read some Tragic beautiful Missed Connections postings on Craigslist. I love those things.

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