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5 November 1998
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5 November 1998
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makeitstop makeitstop MakeItStop MAKE IT STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This fucking techno bullshit is driving me out of my teeny tiny little mind the goddamn Apache installation won't compile today oh no today is a very SPECIAL day just because it compiled YESTERDAY that doesn't mean anything and why should it fuck i'm blind stupid winter sun shining right SQUARE into this monitor and YES I've had too much coffee, you got something to say about it??????!!!!!????? Hmmmm?????
And now, a short break for quivering.
Ahhh. That's much better. The sun has set, Bill Evans is on the CD player, the obnoxious people making a conference call have gone home. Much calmer. Still can't get this damn thing to compile. I know I had it working, that's what's so annoying. What did I fiddle with that's broken it again? Stupid. This is particularly hard work to do with a caffeine OD. It's almost impossible to concentrate on what's going on.
6:08 PM: Thank you, Richard Stallman, God of Free But Obscure Software. It's back.
Does this mean I get to go to see Maborosi at the UC in Berkeley now? I've been here a whole ... 3.5 hours already!
9:35: Guess not. Damn.
I do enjoy it here so much more at this time of night, though. Not for total quiet, since the stereo is always up high and there's this damn air-conditioning fan. Maybe for smoother noise. Human voices have that quality of putting a hook in your ear and making some part of your brain listen, in case they're saying something like "Let's kill the guy with the green hair over there." After about 7 PM here, there are still a fair number of people around, but they're all sitting at their desks doing their own little projects. Or if they are talking, it's far enough away that it turns into freeway sounds.
It's not that I don't like people, honestly. They're just distracting.
I still haven't gotten used to the sight of the Bay from the train yet. I hadn't ever spent much time around the Embarcadero before. It's weird. To me, it's really plain how much the Bay is this big existing empty thing that's full of water. Does that make sense? As opposed to an ocean, say, which is just water out that way. Land here, water there. Or if you look at the Bay from a high enough elevation, it all becomes landscape. Land there, water here, land over there again. It's two-dimensional, in a way. Flat.
But down here at the Embarcadero, on the eastern edge of the city where there are still a few docks, there's no beach, none of the usual end-of-land things. Just road and street and then uh oh, water. You can see the other side of the bay, at about (naturally) the same level as you. I'm not explaining it very well, I sense. It just looks so strange to me. "Hey, who put all this water here?"
Strange or not, my it's pretty around here. I bet people would come visit this city just to look around! That's why all the cities around here voted yes to put trains on the Bay Bridge. The view shouldn't just belong to cars.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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