Geeky Chic

I just ate a plumcot.  This particular variety had the skin on an apricot, and the flesh and flavor and sticky seed of a plum.

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Oh, as promised, the Senate is moving to stop the FCC on implementing the changes to the media ownership rules.

Watermelon is just one of those fruits that scientists have tinkered, and now there is a smaller, canteloupes-sized, seedless version. It’s upsetting to think that the giant, seeded type of my childhood will disappear, in the name of convenience.

Although I am deathly afraid of water, and cannot swim, I returned from my firm’s kayaking trip today.  We camped in Marshall, which sits right on Tomales Bay.  With the exception of the Point Reyes lighthouse and the Johnson’s Oyster farm, I didn’t go up that way as a little kid.  So, between kayaking (tiring, but with the calm water it felt safe), and sitting on the beach, the whole experience was new to me.  Asides from the food, my favorite part of the weekend was the beautiful full moonrise that we got to see.

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Tony Blair needs this for his credibility right now, plus inquiring minds want to know, what happened to the 3 ships suspected of carrying WMD’s?

I’ve been busy and tired, but I don’t want to neglect this page, so I’ll just put up some pointless dribble.

1. I caught a few bits of the the first two episodes of Keen Eddie, a so-so dramady on Fox. I describe it as Snatch for the small screen. The music for yesterday’s episode was done by Orbital, so that stopped me in the tracks. Orbital has a facination with old British TV themes, and they’ve redone the Saint (that was bad) and Dr. Who (that was good themes).

2. Cin-ders is home for the week, and is doing clinical work with the brother of my pediatrician (the brother and sister share a office in Chinatown). She’s getting lots of interesting bits about their family history –they were already 4th generation when they born in the 1930s. She’s living and breathing Chinatown.

Monday through Wednesday I commute to work on the 38 Geary line, the 38BX in the morning, and whatever bus I can catch in the evening (I’ve been leaving the office past 7 pm, so the 38L is not an option). Most of my bus rides have been crowded, and no matter how tired I am, I cannot ignore the humanity around me. For instance, yesterday, on my ride home, a drunk man, who was dressed professionally, got on beer (in bag) in hand, and tried to strike up a conversation with everyone in the back of the bus. To one woman, he remarked that her supervisor didn’t appreciate her; to the general audience, he stated that he got very talkative when drunk, to one man, he mis-judged and asked if he spoke Spanish, and to me, upon glancing at my obnoxiously oversized library mug, he congratulated me, with the “Harvard, wow, you did good. I might need to call you for help one day.”

Later, on the same bus ride home, I gave up my seat to a Chinese old lady. It made me sad though, because if I didn’t have a seat, I’m not sure if the other able-bodied adults would have sacrificed their seat.

On this morning’s bus, I stood near a man, who had the appearance of an alcoholic (or former junkie) in his forties. He scratched lottery tickets on his portfolio, then, he would furiously attempt to wipe all of the scrapings off of its surface. His annoyance reached the point, where he stood up and tried to shake all of the flakes off of his clothes.

Many people have told me that the 38 Geary is the most used transit line in the country. With it, you never know what you are going to get.