RyanBlog:entry:Mar 07, 2011
Technically, I *am* root for the home team. Weird, huh?
(I need a new pun here, huh...)
March 07, 2011
A Fascinatingly Mudane Update!
I'm back on the blogging horse, after taking the weekend off. Here's a recap of the pleasing, but pretty tame events:
On Friday night, we went out to dinner with my coworker Linda, the keeper-together-of-all-things for the Joyent Public Cloud. She was in town from Baltimore for a few days. We hit up Barbacco on California street for dinner. It was kind of an easy pick, since it's right across from our office, but Maggie hadn't been there before. Good eats, and a lot easier to get a table than their fancier sister restaurant, Perbacco, two doors down. Afterwards, we gave Linda a hug and came home to a little downloaded TV and about 10 hours of sleep.
Saturday, I woke up around 11am, and loaded up on coffee at Starbucks. I typically go there and get a comfy chair if I can, and read the NY Times on the iPad. This time, the chairs full of hippies, so I brought Maggie's coffee back and consumed the news from our couch. Reading the paper and tech books got my head wound up... not an uncommon occurrence recently, as I've been reading up on a lot of new technical topics, partly out of just curiosity, and partly to solve problems at work. These include ipv6 networking, server-side javascript, my to-do system, and a bunch of other stuff.
To get offline, I decided to go "meditate on the street", and go run until I was exhausted. I did that a lot back in NY, and I think it's really good for my mental health. Also my regular health.
For Saturday's run I took my usual route down to the water, then over to the foot of the Golden Gate. Then, since I still had some energy, I ran the bridge for the first time. I usually run to interesting places, then bus back home (I use MUNI like a chairlift.) Note to bridge-runners -- busses don't go from Sausalito back into the city on weekends. So, I ran back over the bridge, for a total of almost exactly 8 miles:

My knees were pretty sore, but otherwise, I kinda can't believe how un-wrecked was afterwards.
Sunday, we tried another new restaurant for brunch, this one just a block from home. Then, we prepped for guests, as Maggie had invited some friends over to make "paczki" (POHN-schkee, Polish donuts), a pre-Fat-Tuesday Polish tradition, I'm told. (Not the gluten-free batch we did, though. That's a concession to California.)
Still to come this week, visitors from New York on Wednesday, and a visit TO New York on Thursday. With other people's pets!


