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The New Routine

Monday, August 19th, 2002 · No Comments

This morning is the first workday that began at the new home. Jen joined me for my usual 6am wake-up call this morning and we were out the door by 7. I dropped off Jen at the Larkspur Ferry Terminal, where she cruised successfully across the Bay for the first day of her new commute; then I headed under the freeway to Bon Air Center, where I grabbed breakfast and coffee from Noah’s Bagels; next I drove a quick three exits to Bianco Subaru in Corte Madera for my car’s 7,500-mile service (oil change, tire rotation, etc.), even though it still has just under 7,000 on the odometer. All that and I walked into the office at 9am on the dot. It’s great to live so close.

I forgot to mention in Saturday’s post that not only did the move go over quite successfully, but the digital phone installation and blazing-fast Internet connection were both installed on schedule (early, in fact) without any hitches. Now it’s just the DirecTV installation left to go, and I’m keeping my fingers crossed that the satellite will pick up service while sitting on our northern-facing deck (the satellites in space are in the southern sky). It’s just a sliver of hope, though; we may end up with AT&T Digital Cable (which would be a lot of AT&T in one house).

While waiting for the WRX to be serviced, I read a disturbing story about the archive of al-qaida videotapes aired by CNN over the weekend. I didn’t see the footage and am glad I didn’t. Just reading the description of the chemical tests performed on dogs was hard enough. It disgusts me how sick and demented these assholes are. Of course, after September 11, I don’t know why I’m surprised.

On a lighter note, Rob Morse’s column about secession is hilarious — especially to think about the Tenderloin seceding from San Francisco. I can picture it now: A city whose primary residents would be prostitutes, drug dealers, and the homeless, where no one wants to live or even walk — right smack in the middle of a city where everyone wants to live. ‘Tis the sad irony of our social, economic, and class system: A city so small in geography (a mere 7-by-7 miles), so rich in culture, and with so much wealth also contains such stark poverty at its center.

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