i like to stay at home and write, or go to the beach and write, or sit by the pool and write.
my favorite days are the ones when i get no pressing email, no messages on my phones, and nobody knocks on my door.
the exceptions to those rules are those who usually email call and knock, which for some reason only encourages those who usually dont.
kira from kanada kame by this week and we spent a few days together and i was driving her to the greyhound bus station and everything was going well until i told her that i had called caesars and told them that i wouldnt be using those triumph the insult comic dog tickets.
she said, really? wanna go to san francisco with me, then? and i searched for excuses to say no, and i could find none. so we doubled back and i packed up and we went through malibu, isla vista, salinas, and arrived in frisco just in time for some el faro lita burritos.
this afternoon we had lunch with some super cool people at google + blogger in mountain view, without whom this busblog probably would not be here.
then had a sit down with mr ev williams without whom this busblog definately wouldnt be here.
then went past the full house house, drove across the golden gate bridge, and then picked up some house of nan king.
i dropped her off in chinatown because she had a few hours to kill before her bus took her up to vancouver, and i crept into the rushhour traffic that is the bay bridge, the 580 and then the 5.
and just as weird as it was spending so much time with just one person, it was weird suddenly being alone. as always i got a little sleepy after eating the shrimp fried rice and nan king chicken so i took a quickie nap at a truck stop for ten minutes and then drove that long dark highway.
google is an interesting place, thats for sure. you feel like youre at willie wonkas factory. the food is delicious, free, and plentiful. the people are very young. the dogs seem happy. and i saw an RV that said mobile dentist on it.
in isla vista theyre building student family housing on the rugby fields.
also, you know you’re with a young woman when she has no idea about most of the pop culture references that you mention,
and you know youre a freak when, she confides that her favorite artist is hillary duff, and you say, sure, lets hear her record, you can identify not one not two but three songs.
my video interview with ev