I wake up at some point in the morning…Is it 9 AM? It doesn’t really matter. There’s people up and at it in the camp-site, and I’m just laying naked in my cozy blue sleeping bag–feeling lazy. Jonny is up, and I can hear that people are cooking something or […]
“Geodesic” says Jonny as we’re cruising down the road. “Huh?” I say, the expanses of Mendocino County rushing past us. “Geodesic dome” he says, pointing to this little dome roofed hut off the side of the 101. I start writing in this journal, observing all of the beautiful Madrone trees. […]
04/29/17 – Bed, Fort Badass. 5:40 AM The alarm clock fills the room with FM radio, waking me up–It’s time to get dressed quickly, I have a ride to Tahoe picking me up at 06:00 AM. It’s my friend and co-worker Rachel, someone who tells coders what to do. […]
It was still daylight when I emerged from the office on Natoma street, nearly touching the new SF MoMa. I was off to my first meet-up in nearly two years–the HashiCorp User Group. I’ve gone from backpacking through foreign countries to biking from work to a tech meet-up. Oh the […]
We all were to get breakfast and then leave at 10 AM. Breakfast is served in the hotel restaurant downstairs, a nice buffet spread. As we’re eating breakfast, word spreads quickly that Stef went home with the guy she was ‘enjoying’ last night at Clava–but never returned. The collective nervousness […]
The sounds of Migos rapping ‘Skur skur!’ echoes through my bedroom as’ T-Shirt’ plays out on my speakers. It’s February 2nd in San Francisco, and it’s a gray overcast day. I’m wearing black boxers with an all-over print of little airplanes, and a gray t-shirt showing the habitat of the […]
Once in Cape Town, Yours Truly Cafe It’s 11.53 and I’m sat here at this huge table kind of in the middle of Yours Truly, all by myself. This cafe is the de facto hostel bar and restaurant for Once in Cape Town. I had a pretty meh biltong avocado […]
This bar uses the same playlist every night. It’s all top 40, but it helps get the party going. If I was staying here longer than a few days I would surely go insane. The staff in the bar seem to cope by getting drunker and drunker as the night […]
Mid-day…on the bus…heading somewhere. We’ve just got out of the cactus farm and Devin has nearly lost his sunglasses again. He’s brought an expensive pair of Persol sunglasses that he has been nervously worrying about since day one–what a mistake. He’s left them in my room before, and he’s dropped them […]
I’m getting a little hungry as I sit here typing this up on a couch in Fatima’s Backpackers. “Nice black chicks man….Ahhh It’s like heaven. I don’t want to go to heaven tonight” says the guy to my right. He has told us to go to Copa Cabana, a strip […]