Dreamgirls will marry you in a strapless tulle dress,
I’ll marry you for a vowel in my last name.
(dinner at Goemon after cross-dressed cyclocross racing with Shawn, Jenny & Justin)
First and second kisses are a rare and wonderful thing.
This morning, between sleep and returning email, I enjoyed a fascinating discussion of mycology, the San Francisco burger, iPhone apps, the local politics of coffee with Cameron and Andy at Four Barrel, before a briand & quiche at Tartine, after 3 hours at Mission Cliffs with Cameron and Ryan.
Barely finished my first 5.11d, a stemming problem I fought—and lost—with last time, and to my chagrin discovered someone (thing?) had taken a shit—literally—below the arch on the main wall.
Onto the design & more-coffee phase of my day. Santogold or Black Kids?
On my desk: Three Cups of Tea, an issue of The Economist, a subscription reminder for The Economist, a DMV renewal notice, a postcard from the California Academy of Sciences, my MacBook, a green wine bottle filled with water and a glass of ice.
Beautiful, if impractical bicycle concepts from the 2008 Bicycle design show at Designhuis in Eindhoven. My favorite is the bicycle RV that sleeps two.