Kingman
The first thing that hit me when I got off the plane in Las Vegas is that I never really appreciated just how hot the atmosphere can really get when […]
The first thing that hit me when I got off the plane in Las Vegas is that I never really appreciated just how hot the atmosphere can really get when […]
Hiding upstairs, at “the Tahoe house”. Devon’s parents are in the midst of sloooowly moving from Berkeley up to Incline Village. This is something like year five of the process; […]
Eastbound, to the old stomping ground. Back in 1998, as Harlequin (the first of my doomed startups) was in freefall, I’d started looking around for a safe landing. Shumeet and […]
Pulling out of San Jose, on the upper deck of a near-empty “Capitol Express” to Sacramento, I find myself getting romantic No, not like that – about the train ride […]
Tucked into the corner of a basement guestroom on a rainy Seattle afternoon. Jeremy, plugged into iPod and a suitable Geronimo Stilton story, curls around me on the bed and […]
This morning, I was running late on my way up to Berkeley. I had abandoned my desk today for a lunchtime meeting with Orville Schell, Dean of UC Berkeley’s school […]
I guess I still don’t have the writing-for-a-blog groove down. Everything that comes out ends up sounding like narration. Fairly decent narration, I’ve been told, but that’s not what this […]
When I was a kid, we always came home from the dentist with a new toothbrush. I always wanted a blue one, though the fact that I don’t ever remember […]
BART station, SFO I’m supposed to be, at this moment, taxiing out from the gate, making sure my seat back is in the fully up-and-locked position, at the start of […]
Overlooking Monterey Bay by brilliant starlight. Cold as all get-out – colder than it should be, but then, we’ve had snow in the hills how many times this winter already? […]