Archive for February, 2008
I’ve long grumbled about the loneliness that comes from working at home (alone). An article in the SF Chronicle today provides an interesting possibility — co-working. It sounds just like what I’ve been looking for: working around other people, without actually working with them. Downsides are cost, having to commute, and a lack of a privacy. Still, I’ll be giving this one some serious thought.
If you’ve been to my personal home page, then this shot may seem familiar. I took the original one back in 2003, and haven’t returned to the Marin Headlands (at night) since. Well, I took the Ricoh GR Digital II up there over the weekend, and got nice results, though I still prefer the original.
I’m working at a coffee shop in San Francisco that I haven’t been to in years. A bizarre note is taped on the table nearest the door, that reads:
Please do not site here with your laptop… they will get stolen… sorry. Please move a table away from the front door. Thank you.”
I don’t get it — do people just run by, open the door, and grab your laptop? Nevertheless, I sat somewhere else.
I arrived home at about 11:15pm, after spending the evening at my parents house. I first discovered that the contents of the trash can are all over the place, courtesy of the local raccoons (normally I have a bunjee cord keeping it shut, not lately though). I clean up that mess and am in the process of dragging the trash cans to the street, when I hear a bell. I thought, wow, I can hear the bell on Zoe’s collar remarkably well out here. As I continued my work, I started to feel that something wasn’t right.
I’m halfway up the front steps when I see Zoe rolling around on the ground outside of the front door. The last time I saw Zoe (at 3:30pm), she and Flame were inside the locked house. I grab Zoe and bring her inside and immediately started looking for Flame — after all, if Zoe got out, he could too. Thankfully, he was waiting for me on the stairs inside the house!
I enter the kitchen and find that today’s strong winds blew open the kitchen door (it obviously wasn’t locked completely). The floor was covered with leaves, and the contents of an empty pizza box that had been on the counter. I searched the house for other animals (especially racoons or the neighborhood cats), but it was just Zoe and Flame.
Needless to say, I was very relieved that everyone was okay. Zoe’s past escapes have been well documented here, and I was very lucky that she was by the front door when I came home (who knows where she went before then). My biggest concern was Flame, though: still a kitten, no ID tag, and no experience being outdoors. But it looks like he never left the house.
Both Zoe and Flame got extra kitty treats tonight, and they deserve it… having to look for not one, but two cats at this time of night would not have been fun.
I spent last Wednesday through Friday in Las Vegas for the annual Photo Marketing Association (PMA) show. When I wasn’t in meetings, I was usually wandering around by myself, gambling, or sleeping. Yeah, not the most exciting trip.
The meetings themselves weren’t terribly useful, though I realize now that showing up and shaking hands is more important than what I see at the meeting.
Anyhow, I’ve got some pics from around LV after the link.