Assisted piggyback, Powell Street
[Canon 300D]
10 years (not so hard) labour
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This week marks my 10th anniversary of publishing online and I’ve mapped out a brief history* of my various adventures.
If you had told me back in 1993 that I would make radical departure from my life in print design, I would have called you crazy. When the Dean of the School of Architecture said “There’s this thing called the World Wide Web…“, I was clueless as to the impact it would have on my life.
I’ve had the opportunity to meet so many wonderful people online and off, and do so many interesting things in ways I could never have imagined. I thank the Universe every day for all of it. And you. I thank you. You’re all a part of my adventure.
* Unfortunately, I’ve never been able to track down an initial screen shot from 1994. I have a box of 45mg Syquest discs decomposing in the corner and they might hold the key, but accessing them seems impossible.
Stockton Tunnel Pedestrian Steps
[Canon 300D]
pilot to bombardier!
Summertime in San Francisco is unlike any other place on earth. Given that we’re in California, one might assume sunny skies and extreme temperatures. Due to the nature of our coastline and some other scientific stuff, the Bay Area is host to a gazillion microclimates that endure varying stages of fog throughout the day. If you’re thinking of vacationing in our fair city, April, May, September and October are you best bets — June, July and August suck big time.
At times the fog reminds me of what my step-father would call a good “Scotch mist” and this morning was no exception. The ground was damp but not excessively so, though I must confess that I thought twice about riding my bike to work as I have to negotiate two hills too and from work. On a fine day, riding to work can be one big “weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” if the traffic and lights cooperate. Wet weather is another matter and I’m fairly conservative on my downhill speed. It was all for naught this morning as I hit an oil slick and tumbled over sideways into the path of the car behind me. My left shoulder bore the brunt of my fall though my face and head (helmeted) made contact with the pavement as well (bombs away!).
I hate falling, whether off my bicycle or tripping over my own feet. The shock is overwhelming and I almost always burst into tears. This morning was no exception and I cried all the way to work as I tried to avoid moving my left arm in any way. I half imagined my collar bone poking through my flesh though the only blood flowed from the chunk missing from palm of my hand and zilch from my imagined wounds.
Nothing appears to be broken and I’m not screaming in pain, but I hurt. My beloved Dr. K has a late opening so I’ll let him make the final determination. I definitely won’t be sleeping on my left side for awhile, desisting in my cries of “I spoon you now!”
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Making Happy, Sidewalk/Sun/Ice
[daily dose of imagery], cars in motion
Bruce and his bike, Cole Street
[Canon 300D]
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