Day 32: Acrobats, Ink and Heat

I get off the plane in Las Vegas, and the cabbie’s thermometer says 114°. I suspect it’s exaggerating; with the wind chill, it barely feels over 105. New stuff is being built here, always. Between 1pm and 5pm, I spent a lot of time ███████ ██████ and ████████ frozen ████████ and trying to stay ███ ██ ███ ████, but a nice pair of 4’s, split and then doubled, were kind enough to pay for my lunch. It just means I owe them for next time, really. This city is much more fun when you bring a muse with you. My … Continue reading Day 32: Acrobats, Ink and Heat

Day 22: They Started It, Really

My parents arrive today. Dad is teaching a statistical analysis in the laboratory workshop at a local biotechnology center next week, so they’re using our place as a B&B and base of operations. I need to stop by the Ferry building to pick up some special ingredients so my muse and I can make dinner for them. First things first, time to stop to hang with acrobats for a few hours. Alan, E-Beth and Kendra are a blast to fly with. Michael is doing some setup for the upcoming shows. I wasn’t able to find everything I was looking for … Continue reading Day 22: They Started It, Really

Day 20: Strong Friendships and a Mystery Woman

I tried to pay for my tasty lox bagel this morning, but was thwarted. “The young lady in line before you took care of it.” I looked around, but she was already gone. (I can’t even describe the positive impact you had on the rest of my day. Thanks for that.) First thing this morning is an audition for a stunt job. For this one, they’re looking for a businessman-type guy with trampoline skills. (Trampoline: cool. Businessman: ouch, is that what I look like?) This is the outside of the very nice studio. Inside, there are real photographers, so it’s … Continue reading Day 20: Strong Friendships and a Mystery Woman

Day 16: Pelicans and Snakes

Right under the Golden Gate Bridge is Fort Point, a defense station which dates back to the Civil War. On a day like today, it seems like a great place to be stationed. Pelicans have a cool prehistoric look. We were very careful not to be eaten by this vehicle. After playing by the bay with Ashley and Alex (our heavy-machinery expert), my muse and I went for a walk on the 3.5-mile trail around a radiotelescope in Palo Alto known as the Stanford Dish. This snake is about 6 feet long, lazy and happy. There’s plenty to eat here. … Continue reading Day 16: Pelicans and Snakes

Day 15: Time for Projects

Speaking of sci-fi (weren’t we?), if you like intelligent analyses of good films, take a look at Haden’s blog. I’d swear he and I grew up in the same house. So there’s a hopping-night-spot-which-also-serves-breakfast place nearby, Cafe Flore. My muse and I have never had breakfast there, so that’s where we go. This bar also serves coffee. This place gets crazy-busy at night, but for breakfast it’s mellow and tasty. After food and a walk, we spend most of the day at home, working on projects. She’s building something, and I’m not allowed to say what it is, but it’s … Continue reading Day 15: Time for Projects

Day 14: Fog and Dangerous Music

So I’ve started collecting albums by “Musicians who have been denied entry to the United States.” I picked up Lily Allen and Amy Winehouse today, and I already have Cat Stevens… still need Axel Willner’s band… got any more? I’m looking for recommendations. Why? Maybe it has to do with attraction to things you’re being protected from. Anyway, it’s fun, and the music’s good. This morning’s sunrise was somewhat less brilliant than Wednesday’s… …but the funny thing about San Francisco weather is that a 10-minute drive in any direction (I chose North) will usually get you this: Microclimates are awesome. … Continue reading Day 14: Fog and Dangerous Music

Day 13: Gargoyles, Scientists and Cookies

First thing this morning, I got a surprise phone call about buried ships. Leigh works in the Maritime Library archives. He had heard that I was looking for information on the Niantic wreck, and called to say that he actually has everything recovered from that ship. Tools, supplies, even the champagne (which he says he has not sampled). He’ll be able to show them to me in a couple of weeks. Next person I talked to was my grandmother, who moved to SF from Scotland when she was little. She said “I could have told you they were there. They … Continue reading Day 13: Gargoyles, Scientists and Cookies

Day 12: No Distractions

After an excellent sunrise in the city… …the sky clouded over, and it looked like it might rain. Aha! Cool. Finally time to get some heads-down work done. No beautiful weather, no buried ships, no distractions. I take care of a few things first, and just as I’m about to get started, I see the weather’s beautiful again. I really need to get some computer-work done, so without allowing myself to be distracted at all, I waste no time and head straight to the beach. Pillar Point hides some excellent secrets, but I’m not equipped for exploring today. There are … Continue reading Day 12: No Distractions

Day 11: Ships Under the City

There are ships buried beneath downtown San Francisco. I remember reading a news article about some very surprised construction workers finding a buried ship somewhere in the city. Today I decided to find out if there was truth to it. (Imagine standing between the skyscrapers of a modern city, knowing there’s a huge forgotten ship right beneath your feet.) Most of what’s now the downtown area used to be underwater. When they filled it in, some ship owners decided for various reasons (expense, lack of crew, secrets to be kept) that it was best to just let the ships be … Continue reading Day 11: Ships Under the City

Day 8,9,10: A hiding place near The Red House

A critical part of disappearing is finding an out-of-sight location where you enjoy spending time. This goes double when there’s a brunette hiding with you. With that in mind, we throw stuff into the car… a few good books swimsuits a nice dinner dress and a tuxedo (not kidding) …and head South to one of the few truly perfect places on Earth. First, we cut through Los Gatos, to make a stop at Fleur de Cocoa. Pascal and Nicola (the owners) are friends of ours. Just before starting their business, Pascal made our wedding cake. It was so good that … Continue reading Day 8,9,10: A hiding place near The Red House