Day 18: Libraries and Crude Humor

I keep waiting for crappy weather to get some of my computer-related projects done, but that’s clearly never going to happen. Perils of living in California.

If you’re looking for a comfortable place to work on secret plans, with a nice bright private desk and a good internet connection, it’s hard to beat the San Francisco Library.

If you could get a cup of coffee here, it’d be a little too perfect. (I just found the café downstairs.)

You can stay as long as you like (8am-9pm), and get personal help finding any information you’re looking for. They also have movies on DVD, and free online access to the very cool Rosetta Stone language program.

After reading some sci-fi and working on SP159 in the library, I walked over to Yerba Buena Gardens.

The SF Museum of Modern Art is fantastic, but I’ll visit it tomorrow.

Today, I went into the Metreon to see the Harold & Kumar movie.

  • (You’re joking.) Nope.
  • (Was it vulgar and offensive?) Of course.
  • (Was it funny?) Very.
  • (Better than the first one?) No, but that’s a pretty high bar.

On the way home, I got a call from my muse. She was heading for another inventors+investors=sparks party. I swear Christine is going to be personally responsible for more advances in technology than anyone can count.

I headed over, and got the opportunity to talk to a bunch of smart fun people, including the folks who run the excellent Instructables site. I left a little early, to go to an ultra-secret late-night art class.

Random assertion: To scientists who feel awkward listening to gospel music: Relax, enjoy it, and sing along. The music and messages are beautiful. Are there complexities in nature which inspire a sense of awe and beauty for you? That’s what the songs are about, really.

Steganographic data: 1862/5.8

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