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Wow, I think that in some states I’m now common-law married to the TSA agent who just frisked me. That was easily the most insulting, aggressive, and least effective search I’ve ever endured. I’m okay with security measures that make me safer. That’s great. This was some other sort of power trip where they sneered . . . → Read More: F you, Kansas City Airport Excellent weekend with amnesiadust. He was kind enough to host me and show me around the area. We indulged in our usual epic chess and card games, in some Lindy dancing at a regular outdoor event on the Cal campus, and in our by-now-traditional conversational meanderings on the best possible ways to take over the . . . → Read More: Oakland airport Click me Warning: German Metal and ASCII-Mation really make a weird combo. Between the end of my work at Stanford and catching the CalTrain to see the House Jacks, I had a couple of hours to hang out. I decided that Palo Alto is a nicer place to chill than Redwood city, and wound up in the Stanford bookstore. I found a comfy chair in a corner . . . → Read More: Light Reading Saw the House Jacks at the Little Fox Theatre this evening, and they rock. Nothing unexpected there. HookSlide opened up for them. Hookslide might be best characterized as “three screaming tenors and a crazy beatbox / bass.” Fun was had by all. I think I’m going to go to sleep now. I was walking back from my gig at Stanford today (my hotel is on El Camino Real, just outside of campus) and I saw on a map that if I deviated just a bit, I could see the cactus garden and also something labeled the “Angel of Grief.” It was a decent hike, and so . . . → Read More: Angel of Grief I had forgotten about the weird beauty of California. I’m an East Coast, Midwest kind of guy. I understand low hills and small trees. I understand geography shaped by eons of wind and rain, and plants shaped by harsh winters. I’m constantly amazed by how big plants will get if you don’t set them . . . → Read More: California So, I’ll be in CA the coming week, living my usual rock-star fantasy life: . . . → Read More: California Dreamin’ So, I move from the frozen, blasted tundra to the lush, near tropical East Coast. What happens? Another freakin’ ice age. We got two inches of dense, wet snow last night. People, it’s not even Thanksgiving. Is this normal? My understanding is that it has yet to snow (seriously) in either Michigan or Minnesota. . . . → Read More: Snow |
