is semi-wired and wishes that cafes sold cups of coffee in four-packs. six is too much caffeination. two’s not enough. four’s just right.
is loving that the Yankees landed Pudge Rodriguez. it’s on now fool!
has his head in the clouds, uh, the fog - in san francisco. good morning.
has beijing olympics brands and marketers on his mind. i know… it’s crazy!
strolls past farmers market at sfo ferry building, just ahead of marin commuter ferry bum rush. usual suspects. chilly.
found money in his coat pocket. coffee and donuts!
is taking to monday morning like a fish takes to a wind tunnel
the clothing industry is bamboozling millions: jeans are not a flattering look on people without *ss. new pants for them.
trying to organize an imax rally for dark night
is heading home after a surprisingly long and productive day.
reads new graffiti scrawled on sidewalk, 24th & Mission, SFO: “Huck Finn was a punk!” sublime and ironic simultaneously.
yankees win. yankees win. theeeeeeee yankees win. happiness is beating up on the red sux. lol
epiphany: when I walk down the street with the mean face people get out of my way. fast. useful to know when i’m in a rush
epiphany: people who get bored easily are boring people. to engage and entertain oneself is critical
is going downtown. that’s where i have to be. heading to BART. until the Olympics start in less than 14 days, weekends = working. sigh.
all missions accomplished today. now this is were we swerve. lakers.
tgif. if i play my cards right today, i can get everything i need done by noon. but first: caffeinate!
watching german street reaction to Obama’s Berlin speech. they love him. hello, he’s not running for president of the world… is he?
in a meeting… is it rude to be ‘tweeting’ and ‘denting’ like this one the downlow? the meeting is a snoozer
is working on a half-dozen mini-projects before noon