This bed has got stripes

The sheets and comforter cover outing that led me to muse on the (in)efficiency of cities eventually got washed and suddenly, the bed looked all grown up. I think Stephanie and I struck a pretty good balance. I didn’t want…

Windows Vista Point

I can’t be the only one who’s thought it. (I, however, take the Alexander Ave exit to get to work.) In related news, I’m planning on moving my primary laptop (Thinkpad T42) over to Ubuntu (for reasons mentioned earlier). It’s…

The Sausalito view

This is 400 feet from Federated Media’s offices: San Francisco Bay Panorama I’m still playing with Hugin. And check out the ducks (and other water fowl):

Escalating the war on comment spam

Well it had to happen sooner or later. I guess. Someone finally managed to get through my spam defenses. They were really pretty basic. An experiment really. I had: renamed wp-comments-post.php html-entity encoded the comment form’s action attribute (the value…

Water’s texture

San Francisco Bay and Angel Island, as seen from the Golden Gate Bridge

Urban hiking

There is always one day a year, usually in the very early spring, when I spend a long time outdoors without sunscreen and get burned. And learn my lesson for the rest of the summer. That day was today. Tony…

Taxes are like…

…taking a test where you’re encouraged to cheat, but in order to do so you have to fill out more forms. Which kind of integrates the punishment with the reward. Apparently tax programs make it really easy to cheat, but…

Train tunnel

Train tunnel under 280 at Mariposa, spotted while urban hiking

Sunday was only 82,800 seconds long

Yesterday I learned the hard way that there are not always 86,400 seconds in a day. It just so happens that yesterday on Sunday there were only 82,800 because yesterday Sunday was only 23 hours long. This is particularly tricky…

not (yet) off to France

Five minutes before rushing out the door to catch a bus to the BART to the airport to take a plane to New York and then to Paris, to arrive there at 10am Saturday morning, I saw that I had…

How to get to Paris

On Friday at 6pm, take the #27 bus to the Powell Street Muni/BART stop Get on the N train to the Caltrain station Take the 7:20 train down to San Jose Diridon, arriving around 8:50pm Catch the 9:30 VTA light…

Dejeuner à Paris

I have a momentary break—Stephanie is dozing beside me and we’re resting our feet after a day of climbing many stairs—to write a little about yesterday. Miraculously the wireless internet reaches our room. After getting to the hotel Sunday afternoon,…

Notre Dame sans bossu

After lunch, we walked towards the Ile de la Cite, one of two large islands in the Seine, in the center of Paris. We wandered over Le Pont Neuf (the new bridge, built in 1607), taking pictures as we went.…

Raclette à Pain, Vin, Fromage (ou la raclette est la nouvelle fondue)

After Notre Dame we grabbed a nutella crepe and walked to the rive droit (right bank) of the Seine via the Ile de Saint Louis. Stephanie bought a calling card and got in touch with her mom, and then we…

La Tour Eiffel

After a long time-zone adjusting sleep Sunday night, we headed in the direction of the Musee Rodin late Monday morning. Where we discovered that museums are closed on Mondays. Ok. Cross the museums off our list. What’s next? La Tour…

Paris après-midi

The rain we saw approaching from the Eiffel Tower continued on its way, so Stephanie and I did likewise, taking the Metro up to Montmartre, a northern neighborhood of Paris featured in Amélie and highly recommended by Stephanie’s sister. We…

La pizza Française

We’d purchased TGV tickets to Avignon for 10am Tuesday morning, back when we were planning the trip, based on the assumption we’d have three solid days in Paris, not a day and a half. But our hotel only had rooms…

Le Palais des Papes

So why did we go all the way down to the south of France only to stop in Avignon? Good question. Actually I didn’t even quite know the answer until we got there, other than having heard from Stephanie that…

Lou Mistrau en Provençal

…or le Mistral en Français (Mistral in English). At this point I should mention that it wasn’t just a little windy when we got off the train in Avignon. It was VERY windy. It was stop-you-in-your-tracks wind. Gale force wind.…

Sur le pont d’Avignon, l’on y danse, l’on y danse

The other reason to visit Avignon other than the Palais des Papes (and the castle-like wall around the city and the charming shops, etc) is the Pont St-Bénezet—known more famously as the Pont d’Avignon. You can think of it as…

Dejeuner en Arles

The Mistral winds were still blowing on Thursday (March 23 in blogtime). And we were starting to get a little tired of traveling, especially being at odds with the weather. In spite of the wind, we wandered around Arles looking…

La famille à Pertuis

Stephanie’s paternal grandmother and other extended family members live in Pertuis, a small town north of Aix-en-Provence. We rented a car in Arles for a day and started on our way east. Thankfully Stephanie drove (she has a French driver’s…