stairwells and hallways

pretty much the monday you'd expect nothing incredibly interesting about it except for thai food takeout...

had a break from the magazine for once and had a mellow day. watched teh celtics destroy the hawks again, put some work in on my new bike project, had a spot of breakfast then headed to the east bay to pay a visit to manifesto. fell asleep on the train both ways. wound down with some netflix and called it an early night.

usual working weekend at the magazine with the added bonus of having to deal with a little crossover work with my 9 to 5, luckily i have tomorrow 'off' donny and alan forbes were having and 'art show' at the lucky 13 where they were selling prints and some original art. tons of people came out for it, even mike, stuck around almost until closing time, grab the usual slice of greasy late night pizza then headed home.

left the office for training as usual and punched out a long week's worth of work and in the end was so spent i wound up for once spending a friday night in...

top secret mission today.

another day with the magazine, but did manage to swing by manifesto to say hi to mackay and sam and pick up some new bars and grips for the italian bike i'm working on. dropped off my wheels as well to have sam take a shot at replacing the sew-ups that were on it. i want to keep it as original as possible and as i've been taking it apart and cleaning it i'm noticing it's been pretty much untouched since the 60s or 70s so even the bits of patina on it add to its character. came home after working for the day and gave it another hour or two of scrubbing.

spent another day laying out the new issue of the magazine but before we could get to deep into it we heard what sounded like an automatic rifle being fired. running outside we saw police cars everywhere and after a bit of rubbernecking we found out what happened a block or two away:

someone had just held up the local rent-a-car place, taken a car, crashed it, ran into a nearby house, grabbed a hostage, grabbed the hostage's car, hostage gets away, police open fire into the car... wow. not much i can say beyond that...

there's something about a cold that just makes any given day just blur. woke up feeling like i go trampled by wild rhinos not necessarily because of a late night last night but more from general aches and pains associated with friday's training compounded on top of this cold.

woke up later than i should have and took bart to the east bay to put in another day's worth of work on the magazine. one more long weekend on it and it should be off to press. we set up our 1st annual 'inner-office nba finals throwdown' then took a break to have some dinner and watch the atlanta hawks get punished by the celtics. greta was nice enough to give me some tea for my cold and then i headed home for sleep. i can't believe i have to go back to work already.

woke up feeling a little gross from a bit too much fun last night so my ambitious plan of going to the gym then into the office was cut short a bit and it took me until almost noon to drag my carcass into the office. i actually like working on the weekends when i can, it makes mondays a little more palatable and as long as i'm not there all weekend, getting some work done in peace and quiet is pretty great. bought myself some lunch from one of the few places open in the financial district and worked away on my calendar and marketing briefs while listening to some loud indie rock in my head phones.

one nice thing is that i got to have a conversation with sarah from back home for an hour or two. that's the great thing about spread sheets, they don't take much mental effort and carrying on a conversation is a good way to pass the time while copying and pasting.

after i came home and took a nap debating whether or not to go out. jenni had invited me to meet her and nathan for their 'walking party' but to me it sounded like another word for pub crawl so i was considering just staying in bed. after the second text message from the outside world snapped me awake i decided to go for it and head out taking dan with me. we all met up at the bar on mission where we had our first drinks and nathan informed me that a 'walking party' was not an elitist 18th century way of killing time but literally a walking party... meaning you just followed the guy with the boom box and walked. with bar one and two under our belts the near 15 of us walked to the next which was actually not a bar just a random street corner on mission. soon i was being asked if i needed a beer and the nearby newspaper box was opened to reveal a case of beer. soon the noise and crowd drew the attention of a police officer so we concealed what we could and moved on. he had bigger fish to fry and we were not committed to that corner.

we stopped at another corner a few blocks away and the boom box was planted and the party resumed. after a while someone mentioned the police cars coming down the block with it's lights on... everyone hushed, stashed their cans of beer and tried to look inconspicuous. as the car approached it hit the red light and instead of stopping and throwing a spotlight on us it hit is siren and blew through the red light followed by a collective cheer from the party goers. after a little while longer my cold feet and runny nose reminded me that this is probably not a great idea anymore so i hopped a cab and headed home to curl up under a pile of blankets.

fridays are pretty awesome, except when they start with a trip to the dentist and a case of the sniffles. the dentist took too long, i was late to work and you can imagine the rest, luckily thought my meeting count was to a minimum and my last meeting was about 15 minutes content and 30 minutes of small talk by a group of people that just wanted the day to be over and didn't want to return to their desks.

i ducked out promptly at 5:00 and headed off to train, i didn't know how much i had in me but had to give it a try considering my exercise drought as of late. i did fairly well and felt good boxing but my kicks did lose their energy at one point and it was getting tough to swing my legs full force.

afterwards i headed home and napped a bit then decided to head out for at least one drink, one drink turned to two and then the crew of fighting guys showed up and it was a full on dude-fest that ran up to last call where we all grabbed our slices of pizza and headed our separate ways.

first full day back in the office, doesn't seem as crazy for some reason now that i'm actually at my desk. my cold from the days before is still lingering but i felt like i should go put in some work at the gym. i logged a decent run considering and went home and crashed, thankfully only one more day left in the week.

one thing i will say about the rooms at the ritz, they sure can block out light and sound. i slept like a rock but given all of the food and drink from the night before my body seemed to be craving more sleep and it took a considerable amount of effort to drag myself down to the conference. given all of the email chatter i decided to cut it a bit short and head back to the city and the office. i took the 1 this time and it really wasn't as spectacular as i remembered, neither was driving a rental car.

after setting things straight in the office i wanted to head to the gym and sweat out the first half of the week but cielo called to meet for some drinks. given the way i felt i passed on the drinks but she seemed to have a bit of a head start on me anyway. we chatted for a bit and grabbed some thai food but i headed home early to finish up my taxes so i could put them i the mail in the morning.

got up at the crack of dawn to drive down to half moon bay for a work conference. the drive was shorter than expected and i arrived to meet my coworkers just in time for breakfast. i checked in at the desk and started to take in the 'legendary' ritz carlton of half moon bay. the decor was kind of unimpressive and it somewhat reminded me of a wealthy aunt's superficially decorated connecticut house. the view from my room was impressive but for some reason all of the bedding was off the bed and in a chair leaving me with a bare mattress. i sat down my bags and and headed downstairs. along the way i made note the the front desk clerk about teh bedding and casually said that they should just send someone up to take care of it to which he responded 'that's not how we do things here at the ritz carlton.' and immediately moved me to another room throwing in a fireplace for my trouble. nice. overall the hotel was decent and the staff was great but i did feel a bit out of my element, as far as higher end hotels go i had much better experiences with my stays at the husdon in new york, the w here in san francisco, the miyako hotel in osaka and the riverbank park place in london.

after a day of seminars and such our hosts bussed us all over to sam's chowder house for a dinner on them and an open bar. my coworker and i hit the food line and enjoyed the mussels, clams and even some whole lobsters that were steamed for us. a nice touch was the small cards that read 's'mores on the beach after dinner' and with that we were all outside enjoying the late evening view and the fire pits. it was such a good experience i actually felt like i wasn't in the bay area anymore and was much closer to somewhere like carlsbad or encinitas. after being bussed back to our hotel i had one more cocktail at the bar and went upstairs to pass out from my long day of meetings, it's crazy how much just sitting and listening to some one talk and schmoozing the day away can take out of you.

very quiet monday. worked the day away, picked up the rental car for tomorrow's conference in half moon bay, cleaned up around the house, fell asleep... there's some exciting journalism for you.