tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528451895512942302012-02-16T06:44:51.392-08:00The ongoing saga of... some guy.weaselvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01131138569793188919noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352845189551294230.post-44472599806250368882009-06-22T18:26:00.002-07:002009-06-22T18:34:28.203-07:00

Dad and Jessie and Karen and I packed our gear into the car and drove north, past the Tulalip casino, past Mt Vernon tulips, through Bellingham, and crossed the border into Canada.Using a helpful GPS unit nicknamed "Hilda" we navigated to downtown Vancouver and up to Stanley Park. After delicious giant burgers it was time for a healthy walk, but suddenly I was feeling like I might be coming down

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Another day of last minute errands: post office and the like. Back to Dad's for dinner. Final packing up and boxing up, and a walk down to the beach to see the sunset for me and Karen.

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Karen had the chance this morning to meet Dad and Jessie at the breakfast table after they returned from church. Jessie threw peanuts to a bluejay on the deck.Later we went to Mom's and the three of us made a run to the REI flagship store in Seattle: Karen needed shoes and trekking poles and I got a new tent for camping on Hokkaido. Returning to Mom's in Everett we took a short hike in the

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Drove my Dad's red pickup truck today. Visited Mom: we went on a very successful shopping trip, nabbing shoes, peppermint oil, and a new camera. Visited Pappy: JoAnne cooked an exceptional dinner and Russ and Whitney came over to join us. I had to bolt out the door and hustle down to SeaTac Airport to pick up Karen (formerly "of Arabia") who had just arrived from London. Let the Big Trip begin! I

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An early morning MAX trip out of town to St Vincent's Hospital brought nostalgia for the place I worked on software five years before. And Zeke was waiting for me with stethascope around his neck at the cafe, where we ordered coffee and had a brief chance to catch up before he went to work.Back downtown I met Ben and we found the ubiquitous JohnL in a coffee house designing a menu for a

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We took Crazy Jeff's truck to Burger Basket for necessary sustenance and then he delivered me up to Portland, to the downtown ON Gallery where Bluefoote greeted me with a hug and pushed a bicycle at me and said "come on, let's go" and we went across the Burnside Bridge to join a gathering of bicycle freaks in a park and then form a costumed and decorated parade looping through neighborhoods of

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Crazy Jeff, with his lovely little daughter, picked me up in Silverton in the large work truck of the construction business he has formed. I got a tour of the subdivision he has created out of what were his parent's fruit orchards, and I got to greet his folks and his hired hand. Then we took his son J.J. to the final Little League game of the season, where the boy got two base hits and made it

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Lloyd the cat met us with happy meows as we rolled up wearily to the tidy suburban home of JohnL. I lay my sleeping bag out on a mat in the corner of a guest room, and Lloyd decided that I was his new couch.In the morning JohnL was hand-roasting coffee on his porch with his antique hand-crank roaster, while at the same time checking his email on his iPhone. Past and future meet.

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Larry drove the big black Escalade and I rode in comfort, rolling several hours north into the full moon night of northernmost California near Mount Shasta. Arriving late at Mallethead Ranch we met JohnL, who drove an equal distance down from middle Oregon.In the morning I got a free buzz cut...JohnL returned home with me to his comfortable house on a quiet street in Silverton.

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I rode the motorbike slowly out of San Francisco following Larry's big black Escalade in heavy traffic. The slowness afforded me a last contemplative look at the sunny city that had been my home for nearly two years. My head was spinning with the goodbyes of good friends.We reached the Bay Bridge and picked up speed. I followed the black car's GPS-guided moves to Oakland, to an artist studio in

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The Codemonks wrap it all up with a pitcher of beer at Maxfields.

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My last full day in San Francisco was a gorgeous warm sunny one with fresh ocean breeze bringing across puffy clouds. Larry came down from Mallethead Ranch for the weekend and we strolled with John and Cyrus in the Presidio. We posed next to an art installation by Andy Goldsworthy and fed birds on an outdoor patio at the golf course. John explained that all the food we ate was composed of corn

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Sometimes it's nice to work in the bustle of the Progressive Grounds Cafe, where occasionally you are joined by local San Fran brainiacs hacking code that is going to change the world while sipping espresso drinks and complaining about the state of Linux. Better keep an eye on your laptop and smartphone because the guy outside pulling bottles from the trash barrel might just run in and nab your

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The cold summer of San Francisco is ready to begin, as you can see in this photo from my downtown office window of the fat pillow of whiteness lying on top of Twin Peaks with the Sutro Tower stabbing up through.

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I have just arrived at the remote site of the First Annual Baconwood Festival and, as one of the few first arrivals, got to choose a cabin overlooking much of the site (lat/lon/elev 39.31980,-123.70352,33m).

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Charlie takes the helm of the giant gear truck heading up to the First Annual Baconwood Festival. Check it out at http://baconwoodfestival.com/

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This is what it looks like where I work about once a week, down the peninsula in Belmont. You can see that I rode my motorcycle down. Jim Wiggins sent from Google Phone

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These are nice sunny days to be working in San Francisco, before the howling fogs of summer make the unprepared tourists shudder and fold their arms after snapping quick pictures.

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Helped Chris and Deborah move their lovely 36ft sailboat to a new slip in the Berkeley Marina.

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All my big plans for this weekend are ruined by a sudden attack of low fever, scratchy throat, and endless sniffles.  The only thing I have managed to achieve is to create a small mountain of used tissues tossed onto the floor next to my bed...

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Sigh... the name grabbers have already taken weaselville and iwiggins, which would be OK if they were actually using them for anything.

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