“You’ve got to see Market

“You’ve got to see Market Street on Halloween! You’ve got to see Market Street on Halloween!”

Nick said everyone had told him this. While we walked around Union Square with Matt, looking for a place to eat, we didn’t understand why someone would say something like that. From what we could see near 4th and 5th, Market was its usual self.

After eating, I returned to work, grabbed my bike, and started home. By the time I hit 9th street on Market, traffic was at a standstill, music was loud and everywhere, and the sidewalks were choking with Wonder Womans, drag queens, ghosts, and disco studs. Riding in the narrow spaces between cars, street after street, I eventually made it to the reason for the incredible traffic backup: thousands of people, covered in makeup, sparkles, and fur, dancing in the street, which was completely closed to traffic. It was quite a sight, seeing people shoulder to shoulder across market street emanating an energy you could feel.

“You’ve got to see Market Street on Halloween! You’ve got to see Market Street on Halloween!”

Now I know what that person meant.

If I wasn’t so busy

If I wasn’t so busy today, I could have been a star. Well, an informercial star. Someone called me yesterday, asking if I’d give a testimonial for TiVo in their informercial today. I love TiVo to death, but I have no time this week. Did anyone else get a call like this?

This WeatherBug taskbar program is

This WeatherBug taskbar program is the killer app if you ride your bike or walk to work. It gives you the outside temps at work and home, radar, forecasts, and outdoor web cam shots. I work in a windowless basement, so I never have a clue what the weather is like outside, so it’s nice to know before I get suited up to leave.

So today, we’re in the

So today, we’re in the Wall Street Journal, in a short piece about weblogs, but I can’t find a copy of the newspaper anywhere near work. Every convenience store says they don’t sell newspapers. It’s classic Murphy’s Law though, you see newspapers everywhere, until the day you’re actually seeking a specific one, and you never find it.

Every time I take a

Every time I take a cab in San Francisco, I get the same weird feeling. Sitting in the back seat, being a bit disconnected, watching the world go by at a very high rate of speed, you get this feeling that life has been replaced by a video game. It’s as if nothing is real, changing lanes 12 times while running red lights, dodging slow traffic and pedestrians, you can almost feel the tug of the unknown person working the game controller in this false world. You show up to your destination in half the time you yourself could drive it, and the un-real feeling continues.
On the bright side, you get a genuine E-ticket ride for 1/10th the cost of going to Disneyland.