Remember post numero uno?
Love you, babe!
I’ve been slacking on this blog; phoning it in. ABOP is my baby, and I have big plans for it. I’m currently blogging everyday over yonder as part of my time at Dev Bootcamp. I’m talking about things like “feelings” and “knowledge” and “careers” and “growth.” If you don’t like touchy feely stuff like that, then just stick here to this cozy space you know and love. I’m sorry, my faithful precious unborn fawns. I will be back soon!
Excuse me while I phone in this blog post and show you recent photos! A picture is worth a thousand words, right? Consider this a few thousand words.
I ride a bike… in San Francisco. I’ve actually had a bike here for about 3 out of the 4 years I’ve lived here, but I was always pretty weary about riding as a daily means of transportation. I work downtown and I’ve always had to take Market Street straight down from my cave in the Castro. This means I deal with the occasional potholes, buses, street car tracks and overall asshole in a private vehicle. My first road bike, I purchased from Refried Bikes in the “Mastro” (Mission and Castro. SF has funny micro-neighborhood names). These guys were awesome. I got an awesome vintage Motobecane, put some drop handlebars on it, rolled up right my pant leg and I was off!
The feeling of pure joy is pretty intense. Immediately, I felt like a kid again. I was bobbing and weaving through the streets of San Francisco, whizzing past cars who have to deal with pesky things like traffic and stop lights. I’d put on headphones and pump my pedals to my power song of the moment. I was free of all those constraints. I’m getting around on my terms, my time, my way. Basically, I was an dickhead bicyclist. I started riding to work. Luckily, my prior job had a bike store room with hanging racks, so bike parking was never an issue. I was a fearless rider, zooming up and down market everyday. On days off I’d go on bike rides around the city, or across the Golden Gate Bridge. I was fulfilling my destiny as a Mission Hipster.
Then, I got the rude awakening I needed. I was riding home from work late at night. I was on Market Street and a car came out of nowhere and hit me. I don’t remember much, but I was knocked off my bike and unconscious. Thanks whatever higher power you want to that I was wearing a helmet. I came to with a hunky (I think) paramedic My bike was damaged, but was fine after a new back wheel and paint. The worst part, is the car that hit me fled the scene.
I left that accident with a fear of the road as a bicyclist. My bike sat pretty idle for about 18 months. I couldn’t get right back on my bike.
Fast forward. I started Dev Bootcamp and since I wasn’t going to be able to go to my normal yoga classes with Debbie Steingesser or Janet Stone. I needed to find a new way to stay active without my normal routine. I gazed longingly at my poor, unridden bike. It was time.
I took it back to Refried to fix it up a bit. I put a new leather seat on it because my ass needs to ride in style. I purchased a new helmet and a light, also. I gave myself a goal. I was going to ride my bike into DBC every single day (providing weather permitted).
Monday, June 11th was the day. I hadn’t done a practice ride or anything? Was I crazy? Probably. I bounded down my hill and onto Market; not terrified, but fearfully aware. I got downtown OK; a bit winded from the couple of hills I encountered. I was a better bicyclist. No headphones in my ears, I was obeying all traffic signals. I made it to Grant Avenue and headed north. I’m riding down the side of the road and a car is flanked on my left-hand side. He tries to go right and he taps my back wheel. I put my good down and brace myself; I didn’t fall. I didn’t flashback to my previous accident. That would be far too dramatic and my mind isn’t that clever. I DID however have a mini-panic attack. This lovely fellow got out to make sure I was alright, and while apologizing profusely, gave me his phone number in case my bike needed repairs. We went on our merry ways. (My bike is fine, in case you were wondering.)
Since then, I’ve been biking daily and it’s getting a lot better. I don’t have an inflated ego on the bike anymore, but I feel much more comfortable. It’s been a great way to clear my mind, like yoga does for me. In those moments on the bike there are no text messages, emails, Facebook, Twitter. There is just myself and my bike as one, traveling on the road.
Head on over to the SF Bicycle Coalition to get more info about riding in San Francisco. Become a member, like me!
I have breaking news. You see, if you’ve been to my apartment, you know that my building is pretty old. It was a post-quake restored town home built in 1910. I consider it half-nice. There are some amazing things that you notice at first glance. It’s in a great neighborhood, on a HUGE hill.
I have some great neighbors, even though some of them have some odd trinkets. We live in a place that is very much like Tales in the City.
Well, we’ve been infested!!!!!
Not only did my neighbors below have a problem with them always being in the pseudo backyard, but now (ewww *dramatic pause*) they are LIVING in the ceiling. The ceiling of the building next door is right in line with some sort of opening between my ceiling and floor of the units above me. These raccoons are making SO much noise and it CREEPS me out.
We have some guy coming tomorrow to flush out this wildlife situation that we’re currently involved with.
Here are some things I’m worrying about:
Does anyone have any advice for living in proximity to raccoons? Should I lock up my fridge like I would my ice chest when camping?
Is it true that if animal control removes a raccoon that they have to release it within 500ft of where they retrieved it? They other thing I’ve heard is they release them in the Presidio?
I recently was honored with the acquisition of a Polaroid SX-70, and I’m thrilled. (How much of a self-proclaimed hipster am I?) It’s been preserved remarkably well and still has the original manual and flashes.
I’ve been trying it out by using some film from the Impossible Project. It was a learning curve at first, but thanks to the fine folks at Photobooth and Christian Maike, I think I’m starting to get the hang of it.
Some photos below by Christian, Ross Hendrickson, and myself.
I left the Apple Store. After 4 years, I knew it was time to go and push myself forward into the next phase of my life. I know that I could never have gotten where I am today if it wasn’t for all the experiences I had at Apple. I’ve felt the full range of emotion working in that environment, and I will always carry it with me into anything I do. I appreciate customer service more than I ever could have imagined. The friendships I made will last a lifetime. Thank you, Apple SF for all the love you gave me.
I left Apple to be a part of the summer cohort at Dev Bootcamp. It’s a 10 week intensive into the world of programming. 5 days a week; 8 hours a day. (Although, I’ve been spending a hell of a lot more time working than that.) I’m already through week 1 and I can honestly say that I’ve never done anything more challenging than this program. I’m both scared and excited for being challenged to think so much.
Programming Note: While at Dev Bootcamp we are encourage to keep a blog, and the standard they would like us to use is Tumblr for the easy capability to follow each other. I personally don’t care for Tumblr, but I’ll survive. My duties here at A Box of Paints won’t be halted, but will be diminished a bit. I’m currently blogging daily here. Czech out my ramblings about development.
This is perfection in times of heavy hearts.