Clues & Their Uses
23 July 1998
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Clues & Their Uses
23 July 1998
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8:39 PM: I've been getting into a fight with www.hoteldocs.com because they keep sending me the same stupid piece of spam email. It's hardly the only spam I get, so I'm not sure why these idiots in particular ticked me off. I think it's because at the bottom of the mail it says:
Doesn't pseudo-science just piss you off no end? No? Well yes, I say, yes yes.[random one-time transmission]Anyways, one of the people there was clever enough to reply to a mail I had sent to all the generic addresses I could think of (webmaster, root, postmaster, yada). Mr. Ian Becker suggested that if I didn't care to receive his unsolicited messages, I should not publish my address. Whatever that meant. He did not address the issue of who was paying for the bandwidth stolen from the mail servers handling his missives, but this was not a complete surprise.
If any of you would like to share your experiences with www.hoteldocs.com and/or their email with Mr. Becker, you can write him at ian@hoteldocs.com.
I always forget how much I like being mean. How do I get to do this more often? Maybe become a journalist? Still have to overcome the guilt, though. How dare I say such things? Who am I to speak? Where was I when God dug the Panama Canal, after all?
I'll think about it. Right now it's time to go have Indian food.
12:05 AM: So, yes, Indian food, had it, marvelous. When we actually got to eat it, that is. Went with Marie to a place near where she lives in SOMA, and I made the regrettable mistake of asking the waiter for a few more minutes. They were near closing, you see, and we didn't show proper awareness of how generous they were to serve us at all. (Well, near - we're talking half an hour, not five minutes.) It wasn't until we were just about to stand up and leave that he came back - too much of a coincidence.
But ultimately, we did get food, and it really was quite good. One thing I envy Londoners, handy cheap Indian food. We just have to settle for Thai, I guess. Don't seem to be getting many restaurants out of the whole Balkan thing - one more strike against it. Can't wait for the Cuba crisis, excellent seafood!
I walked back from there to home, about ... 15 good-sized downtown blocks. As much as we carp about the weather in San Francisco, winter in August and all that, the good thing is that it's almost never much worse than this either. Air cool but not cold, bit of a wind (no way) but no gale - nice walking weather. I like cities at night anyway, I think it suits them better than daylight. Artificial environments belong under artificial lights, and when the fog is in, the reflection off the sky gives everything a wonderful afterlife glow. The Church Of The Urban Heaven - "And I tell ya, the night clubs there - they're open ALL the time!" "Amen!"
Took about 45 minutes, longer than I thought it would. So probably an hour at least from here to work. I think that would be P. Lenty of physical activity, thanks. Even three times a week and I'd definitely notice. Now the only obstacle is the sleep issue. Hypnotism?
For now I think I'll enjoy this nice tired satiated curried feeling. Ah, for a masseuse that made house calls...
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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