misadventure
Maybe the reason I like to travel is that I’ve got an almost complete lack of long-term memory. Or at least a selective one. The next time I set off […]
Maybe the reason I like to travel is that I’ve got an almost complete lack of long-term memory. Or at least a selective one. The next time I set off […]
I’ve discovered that I’m desperately dependent on getting along with people. Okay, didn’t just “discover” – I’ve known it practically forever. But constantly reminded. The TSA agent barking orders to […]
For the past two weeks, I’ve been immersed in a whole different kind of second life. Sure, I’ve dipped into Linden Labs very excellent (and addictive) virtual world, but never […]
It’s that kind of day at Sheble. Hot as hell by the time I roll into the airport at 6:45. “Senior” (what everyone calls Mr. Sheble himself) is in the […]
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 […]