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azurelunatic) wrote2010-12-09 07:02 am
azurelunatic) wrote2010-12-09 07:02 am
the blue suburban skies
Freebase meetup last night. Pouring down rain.
When I go into the city, I drive to the BART station. Not the very nearest BART station, but the next one, because the next one is the one to which all trains from the city go, whether they continue or turn around. It was pouring down rain, and snug in my dry car I felt the thrill of humidity, breathing in without effort as the grey skies darkened incrementally. I take the train in. When I start my iPod after I park, on this shuffle of the iPod I get to "Penny Lane" when I reach the station I'm going to. It's a clean machine, washed of the week's dirt by the relentless rain. I like to walk from the BART station to the office, a half-mile and getting darker, charcoal-grey now, but such beautiful rain, such beautiful leaves trampled on the sidewalks and at the poorly-guttered margins of the streets.
The a/v system in the meeting room was out, so they kicked it oldschool with a whiteboard and interpretive dance. Good times. Dinner after, with fun chatter. I got to meet (but not touch, since I'm having a bad tech week) Tif's new laptop. (Bad tech week: so the Pixi has a mangled download, and since I'm a little nervous about doing this on my own and I only had verbal instruction last time, time to contact Palm again for figuring out how to wipe the minimum amount off the mofo, and restore once done.)
Then Tif and I headed off for Shopping -- yay kitty litter! Good to have the ability to charge both phones at once. She snapped a few shots of my hair, which was very bedraggled by that point thanks to the humidity and being rained on, but still pretty spiffy. I'd used a lot of hairpins. Explained word wars -- felt weird to have to explain it, since such a large part of my social group does NaNo and therefore knows this cold.
Word wars are timed writing exercises. A length of time is agreed on (or decreed), and everyone sets to writing in such a fashion that their output in that time will be measurable (either by getting starting and ending word count, or writing in a new document, getting starting point and counting only the words in that section, or some other way). When the time is up, everyone counts what they did in that time, and compares word counts. Prizes are optional; it's primarily a way to get cranking.
I explained the Three Acts of Bozo to Tif. Poor Bozo. A tragic figure, really. [Muahahaha.]
When I go into the city, I drive to the BART station. Not the very nearest BART station, but the next one, because the next one is the one to which all trains from the city go, whether they continue or turn around. It was pouring down rain, and snug in my dry car I felt the thrill of humidity, breathing in without effort as the grey skies darkened incrementally. I take the train in. When I start my iPod after I park, on this shuffle of the iPod I get to "Penny Lane" when I reach the station I'm going to. It's a clean machine, washed of the week's dirt by the relentless rain. I like to walk from the BART station to the office, a half-mile and getting darker, charcoal-grey now, but such beautiful rain, such beautiful leaves trampled on the sidewalks and at the poorly-guttered margins of the streets.
The a/v system in the meeting room was out, so they kicked it oldschool with a whiteboard and interpretive dance. Good times. Dinner after, with fun chatter. I got to meet (but not touch, since I'm having a bad tech week) Tif's new laptop. (Bad tech week: so the Pixi has a mangled download, and since I'm a little nervous about doing this on my own and I only had verbal instruction last time, time to contact Palm again for figuring out how to wipe the minimum amount off the mofo, and restore once done.)
Then Tif and I headed off for Shopping -- yay kitty litter! Good to have the ability to charge both phones at once. She snapped a few shots of my hair, which was very bedraggled by that point thanks to the humidity and being rained on, but still pretty spiffy. I'd used a lot of hairpins. Explained word wars -- felt weird to have to explain it, since such a large part of my social group does NaNo and therefore knows this cold.
Word wars are timed writing exercises. A length of time is agreed on (or decreed), and everyone sets to writing in such a fashion that their output in that time will be measurable (either by getting starting and ending word count, or writing in a new document, getting starting point and counting only the words in that section, or some other way). When the time is up, everyone counts what they did in that time, and compares word counts. Prizes are optional; it's primarily a way to get cranking.
I explained the Three Acts of Bozo to Tif. Poor Bozo. A tragic figure, really. [Muahahaha.]