writing
i always thought this was an Agatha Christie quote, but I guess it's actually Margaret Atwood who said it: Writing is work. It's also gambling. You don't get a pension plan. Other people can help you a bit, but essentially you're on
sci-fi
Five sentences for Corin. Basically, if you comment on my blog, I will write about whatever you want. 1. DS9 is the best Trek on TV. I love TNG, but appreciating TNG is almost like going to an art museum, while watching all of DS9 is like playing an awesome
writing
So, Corin and Glinda have conspired on Facebook to get me blogging again. Corin proposed a week of five-sentence posts. So here's the first installment: 1. I've got William on my lap right now and I'm trying to finish a ton of work before
overheard in cafes
Yesterday I went to crank out an article at Matching Half. I ordered my ice tea, sat down and saw the guy next to me hunched over his iPad, with earbuds in. Then I see, over this shoulder, that he's watching Star Trek: Deep Space Nine! I immediately
DC
"I swear," Ash said on gchat this morning, "seems like everytime you go to DC, you come back w/ a broken liver." It may be the capital of the free world, but to me DC is still the town where I went to college. I know
living in SF
When I first read this, I hated the guy: Young Startup Founder Deems San Francisco "Too Nice" Josh Miller, a young entrepreneur who left Princeton last year and headed West, is already bailing on San Francisco. His reasons? The city "is just too nice" for a
dating
Last night, St. Frances and Ash were supposed to go to Roller Disco in the Mission. Laina hasn't met Ash yet and we were planning on hanging out last night anyway, so invited myself and her to tag along. Then St. F backed out, because she had too
Monday Movie Review
"Barton, I need you on top of that building... Iron Man, cover the skies... Hulk, SMASH." This movie was so, so goddamn awesome. I saw it Friday night and I'm still thinking about it. Every night I go to bed wishing I had a flying aircraft
dating
I didn't post for a month, so I figure I owe anyone following the blog some updates: * I hired an intern. His name is Jonathan (his Fog City name is Jonathan) and he's a junior at USF. He's an econ major, like I was.
writing
While I didn't own up to it right away, a big part of starting this blog was to get feedback on my writing my friends. Not just to bask in the praise, but because my friends are usually interested in what I have to say, care about me
outdoors
For her birthday, Jessie planned a big picnic on Angel Island. Laina and I were in North Beach that morning, so we took the ferry from SF and got to the island about half an hour before everybody else. We claimed a picnic bench next to a grill and laid
overheard in cafes
There's a pirate sitting next to me at the Oasis Cafe. He walked in with a sandy, scraggly beard and a black tricorn hat. He was clearly homeless and before coming into the cafe he'd tied his dog - a black lab/pit bull - to
