John
Wednesday, May 31, 2000
"Drinking the Kool-aide" is such a chilling metaphor to have entered mainstream dialog. But I like it anyway.
What's happened to me? I think the chocolate chip cookies are winning. I haven't been to the gym in weeks, and I'm sure I've gained back 10 pounds.
Enough is enough. Gotta do something about that. I'm not going back to where I was before!
Enough is enough. Gotta do something about that. I'm not going back to where I was before!
The sun is coming up earlier and I seem to be hopping out of bed at obscenely early hours—or perhaps I'm simply well rested for a change.
Tuesday, May 30, 2000
The wannabehealthygotothegymgottalookgood part of me is really, really fighting with the wannachocolatechipcookieandabigcuppacoffee part of me.
I started a separate journal section, hoping to write things that are longer and more personal than just a few lines on a weblog. But I'm finding that the really fun things that I want to write, I don't dare put up on my website....branded as it is with my name and other identifying information.
Protecting the innocent, you know.
There should be a forum for exhibitionists to post their journals in such a way as to be fairly anonymous. Come to think of it, I'm not sure I'd want stuff like that stored safely away in Blogger's databases either.
Protecting the innocent, you know.
There should be a forum for exhibitionists to post their journals in such a way as to be fairly anonymous. Come to think of it, I'm not sure I'd want stuff like that stored safely away in Blogger's databases either.
Sunburn. Hangover. Dehydration. [muttered expletives]
Yes, it was another fun Memorial Day at the Russian River. Hedonism at its finest. Thankyouthankyouverymuch.
Cheers!
Yes, it was another fun Memorial Day at the Russian River. Hedonism at its finest. Thankyouthankyouverymuch.
Cheers!
Friday, May 26, 2000
Another post-free weekend!
Jason and I are off to enjoy sun, sand, boys and beer at the Russian River. That deserves a whoohoo. Whoohoo!
Safe and happy Memorial Day.
Jason and I are off to enjoy sun, sand, boys and beer at the Russian River. That deserves a whoohoo. Whoohoo!
Safe and happy Memorial Day.
Thursday, May 25, 2000
Didn't work today. Impromptu vacation. Tomorrow we head north back to the Russian River.
Today I shopped, read. I'm re-reading (for the 6,438th time) The Lord of the Rings. Crunchy.
Stayed away from the computer. Time to recharge the creative batteries before I worry anymore about this blinkin' website.
Today I shopped, read. I'm re-reading (for the 6,438th time) The Lord of the Rings. Crunchy.
Stayed away from the computer. Time to recharge the creative batteries before I worry anymore about this blinkin' website.
The Arizona Department of Transportation has the worst customer service setup. As you are waiting to speak to an agent, a recorded voice says: "The first agent you will speak with will be a Level One representative. Please do not divulge your name or any other identifying information to this agent." WTF? Why do I care that someone is a "Level One" representative? What is so special that I can't tell someone my name. Fucked up.
Wednesday, May 24, 2000
Updated the View with photos from our trip to the Russian River last weekend. Yay.
I hate it when I say the wrong things. Sometimes it comes out not at all like I intended.
Tuesday, May 23, 2000
Something must be shaking loose in my head.
Jason and I are scheduled to go to the big Memorial Day party at Great America this weekend. Julian Marsh will be spinning, a DJ I've wanted to see for quite some time.
But, as of right now, I'm thinking that I don't really want to bother. The thought of going to that party isn't very exciting to me. I'd almost rather go up to the River a day early and spend the entire weekend out of the city.
Of course, a lot of the city will be at the River. Go figure.
Jason and I are scheduled to go to the big Memorial Day party at Great America this weekend. Julian Marsh will be spinning, a DJ I've wanted to see for quite some time.
But, as of right now, I'm thinking that I don't really want to bother. The thought of going to that party isn't very exciting to me. I'd almost rather go up to the River a day early and spend the entire weekend out of the city.
Of course, a lot of the city will be at the River. Go figure.
Monday, May 22, 2000
Grrr. Work net connection is quite slow today. Then again, most things are slow at work these days. Spending my time today reading up on Server Side Includes and watching cute boys stroll by my office window.
I've been thinking a lot lately about design and content... specifically what sort of content I want to put out on continuity.nu. I find myself agreeing with Ben Brown: Who will produce the content—i.e., interesting stuff worth reading that simply isn't a buncha links to weblogs—if all the webloggers are blogging each other? (Since it is fashionable to point to Ben Brown, I won't. He needs no link anyway.)
I read Ben this morning and nodded my head sagely, thinking "I certainly don't do that." Then I re-read the last week of continuity and found that I had blogged other blogs on many occasions. This, despite the fact that I have many, many ideas for essays, journal entries, and other stuff I could also create. It's just easier to write a Blogger entry, typity typity typity POST.
(Yes, I know Ben says "typity typity...." Stole that right from 'im. But again, no link....)
And I'd started a redesign of continuity (redesigning being oh-so-fashionable these days as well). But then I put it down for a few days and decided that it wasn't all that cool. Too dark. Too arty. I can be dark and arty on occasion, but it isn't my normal frame of reference.
So there. No earthshaking conclusions yet. I'm still trying to figure crap out. But, if you drop by continuity on a regular basis, you'll probably see a few changes here and there. Some longer writing. Maybe more pictures. Hopefully some other projects.
So there. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.
I've been thinking a lot lately about design and content... specifically what sort of content I want to put out on continuity.nu. I find myself agreeing with Ben Brown: Who will produce the content—i.e., interesting stuff worth reading that simply isn't a buncha links to weblogs—if all the webloggers are blogging each other? (Since it is fashionable to point to Ben Brown, I won't. He needs no link anyway.)
I read Ben this morning and nodded my head sagely, thinking "I certainly don't do that." Then I re-read the last week of continuity and found that I had blogged other blogs on many occasions. This, despite the fact that I have many, many ideas for essays, journal entries, and other stuff I could also create. It's just easier to write a Blogger entry, typity typity typity POST.
(Yes, I know Ben says "typity typity...." Stole that right from 'im. But again, no link....)
And I'd started a redesign of continuity (redesigning being oh-so-fashionable these days as well). But then I put it down for a few days and decided that it wasn't all that cool. Too dark. Too arty. I can be dark and arty on occasion, but it isn't my normal frame of reference.
So there. No earthshaking conclusions yet. I'm still trying to figure crap out. But, if you drop by continuity on a regular basis, you'll probably see a few changes here and there. Some longer writing. Maybe more pictures. Hopefully some other projects.
So there. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.
Sunday, May 21, 2000
We return!
A fun weekend was had at the Russian River. The weekend involved the following:
So, this was the practice round: the season begins next weekend. The Russian River will be packed to capacity with boys, which should be interesting to say the least.
Now I gotta go to bed.
A fun weekend was had at the Russian River. The weekend involved the following:
- A beautiful drive across the Golden Gate Bridge—I love the Bridge (probably because I don't have to drive across it every day).
- Trying to find Wohler Beach, purportedly a "clothing-optional" beach on the River...no luck.
- Trying to enjoy Steelhead Beach, a decidedly more family-oriented idea of a beach on the River...again, no luck.
- Laying out for an hour or two at Russian Gulch Beach.
- Finding our lodging for the evening...the Willows in Guerneville: a charming guest house, but a tad too faux-hunting-lodge. Lotsa patterned wallpaper and antiques by the pound.
- Pizza and acoustic jazz at the Main Street Station. The best pizza I've had in California. Yum!
- Exploring Guerneville nightlife.... I'd never been. A little more cruisy than I expected, or wanted, really. We wanted to "get out of the city" and away from the SF bars and clubs. So, of course, we arrived in Guerneville just in time to attend the grand opening of, ta-da! The Eagle on Russian River. More men in leather and/or drag than you can shake a cover stick at. Sheesh.
- Trying to relax in the tepid hot tub at the Willows. Someone was a little unclear on the concept.
- Enjoying the view from our room. Of the hot tub. (!) (Editors Note: Fun stuff here, but damn that annoying inner censor.... Feel free to speculate wildly.)
- Laying by the pool at the Triple-R, with an icy margarita and a good book.
- Stopping at In-n-Out Burger on the way home. Cheeseburgers have never made me so happy. I could start a minor religion devoted to their burgers.
So, this was the practice round: the season begins next weekend. The Russian River will be packed to capacity with boys, which should be interesting to say the least.
Now I gotta go to bed.
Saturday, May 20, 2000
Jason and I are headed outtatown for the remainder of the weekend. Beach, books, and bed are the only things on my agenda. No computer this trip.
I'm feeling cut off already! (Or not.)
I'm feeling cut off already! (Or not.)
Well, the caffeine level in my bloodstream is slowly returning to normal. I think I'm awake. It's hard to tell.
Oooo! Oooo! This is me counting the number of hours of sleep I've had in the past two days: one...two...er...two....three.... Hmmm. I think I see the problem.
Fortunately, with enough coffee, all things are possible.
Oooo! Oooo! This is me counting the number of hours of sleep I've had in the past two days: one...two...er...two....three.... Hmmm. I think I see the problem.
Fortunately, with enough coffee, all things are possible.
Friday, May 19, 2000
A Little Feedback? So, I'm already tired of the current continuity. It's bright and cheery, but feels a little too "corporate." So I stayed up last night putting together some pages for what I hope will be the new continuity.
They're not done yet, but please take a look and tell me what you think. They're living in the test environment right now...go there! Note that only the "Now" page (my weblog) is working right now. [Update: I took this offline, because I'm not sure I'm so excited about that design anymore. Sorry. Design indecision....]
Please email me with your comments and suggestions. Really!
They're not done yet, but please take a look and tell me what you think. They're living in the test environment right now...go there! Note that only the "Now" page (my weblog) is working right now. [Update: I took this offline, because I'm not sure I'm so excited about that design anymore. Sorry. Design indecision....]
Please email me with your comments and suggestions. Really!
The beach was beautiful, and the day nearly perfect, as lazy beach days go. I'm all warm and fuzzy.
Maybe I just need a shower.
Maybe I just need a shower.
Happy Birthday Dad!
(He doesn't read this, so if you see my Dad, wish him Happy Birthday for me. Really.)
(He doesn't read this, so if you see my Dad, wish him Happy Birthday for me. Really.)
It's sad. Very sad.
Out for a few beers last night...our usual Thursday night ritual. Except this time the bartender tried to kill me with a broken beer bottle.
Okay, in reality he chipped the top a little when he popped the cap off, and I ended up with glass chunks in my mouth. No harm done, thankfully. The bar was sporting about it, and comped us drinks all night.
Afterward, we decided to just stay up and get a few things done around the house—real and virtual. So, I've worked straight through what would probably be a low grade hangover.
Vacation day today! The beach is definitely in my future. It's bright, beautiful, and sunny in SF today. Gawd, just shoot me: I'm too chipper for this early in the morning.
Out for a few beers last night...our usual Thursday night ritual. Except this time the bartender tried to kill me with a broken beer bottle.
Okay, in reality he chipped the top a little when he popped the cap off, and I ended up with glass chunks in my mouth. No harm done, thankfully. The bar was sporting about it, and comped us drinks all night.
Afterward, we decided to just stay up and get a few things done around the house—real and virtual. So, I've worked straight through what would probably be a low grade hangover.
Vacation day today! The beach is definitely in my future. It's bright, beautiful, and sunny in SF today. Gawd, just shoot me: I'm too chipper for this early in the morning.
Zeldman never sleeps. But perhaps he doesn't have to. This interview changed my whole view of Slashdot: once an open, creative 'net presence—now a loudmouthed flame-farm.
Thursday, May 18, 2000
Whoohoo. I may get some actual real-life web work to do soon, for a fairly visible non-profit. Exciting.
Wednesday, May 17, 2000
Ahem. I thought the same thing this morning when I read Bryan's home improvement journey. But, ya know. People might be offended with allusions to Martha.
(Not me, of course.)
(Not me, of course.)
Updated the View with a couple of new photos taken by (or starring) my friend Rob. A great surprise to find these in my Inbox this morning.
Lots of pleasant surprises from Rob this week.
Lots of pleasant surprises from Rob this week.
Tuesday, May 16, 2000
When I started started reading weblogs a couple of months ago, my first thoughts were about how close-knit the community seemed. There was an amazing amount of self-referrential weblogging going on. In-jokes...posting about other weblog posts. I thought it was a good thing.
However, I'm beginning to think a lot of it is just a bunch of wanking. Why do we post the same tedious links over and over again? I'm as guilty as the next of filching a link from another weblog now and then, but surely we've had enough about what color we are, or how straight-acting? And many of us read the same weblogs, so blogging another blog seems pretty redundant, unless there is something useful to add.
Perhaps this is just me being frustrated with my surfing habits lately. I find myself visiting the same pages over and over again, hoping to find an update. Time to find some other things to do.
However, I'm beginning to think a lot of it is just a bunch of wanking. Why do we post the same tedious links over and over again? I'm as guilty as the next of filching a link from another weblog now and then, but surely we've had enough about what color we are, or how straight-acting? And many of us read the same weblogs, so blogging another blog seems pretty redundant, unless there is something useful to add.
Perhaps this is just me being frustrated with my surfing habits lately. I find myself visiting the same pages over and over again, hoping to find an update. Time to find some other things to do.
Congratulations to my friend Kevin, who is employed once again.
Monday, May 15, 2000
Bought a new 2 CD set yesterday: Cream Live. It rocks. A beautiful mix of Chicane's Don't Give Up, with vocals by Bryan Adams.
I haven't listened to all the tracks yet, but everything I've heard so far has been great. The first disc is pretty trancey, and the second disc is a little more funky-groovey-disco.
So nice to have new music. Woo.
Update: The last half of the second disc gets a little too techno-scratchy for me, but all the tracks on the first disc are cool.
Happiness is a long, chatty email from a good friend. Or several, actually.
Sunday, May 14, 2000
At least God is not in the pudding, thankfully.
[Doncha hate when posts are cryptic, without context, and obviously refer to some inside joke? Me too.]
[Doncha hate when posts are cryptic, without context, and obviously refer to some inside joke? Me too.]
I have a newfound, very healthy respect for people who work with photo manipulation and graphics programs on a regular basis. The shit is hard.
Saturday, May 13, 2000
After reading my referrer logs (such as they are) for a couple of weeks, it occurred to me today that everyone else can probably track how obsessively I've been surfing certain sites lately. Rats.
Enough already. I haven't designed all that many web pages. But I'm already hating that moment where I'm "done," but still keep finding little things to tweak.
Tweak. Tweak tweak.
Tweak. Tweak tweak.
Dinner out last night with Jason and a couple of friends at Il Fornaio in Burlingame. The company was great, but the food was awful. So, here's my epinion.
Friday, May 12, 2000
This letter is one of the most beautifully written things I have read in quite some time. [Link from MetaFilter]
Jason sends kind words and advice on the new design. Based on his feedback: Ta Da! I have anti-aliased! Now with super-roundy corners for your amusement.
Blah. Mother's Day. Once again, like the evil, rotten son that I am, I have not sent my mother a card or gift for this oh-so-commercial, created-by-Hallmark holiday. Without sounding seriously cynical...what a crock.
And, as if spending money on a lovely card for your mother isn't enough, there are cards for grandmothers, and wives, daughters.... Cards cards cards. The mere fact that all these permutations exist makes me feel guilty that I haven't sent every female in my family some form of cheery holiday sentiment.
I guess it's time to go shopping. Ugh.
And, as if spending money on a lovely card for your mother isn't enough, there are cards for grandmothers, and wives, daughters.... Cards cards cards. The mere fact that all these permutations exist makes me feel guilty that I haven't sent every female in my family some form of cheery holiday sentiment.
I guess it's time to go shopping. Ugh.
Presenting the all new Continuity, now in charming desert colors! Fresh and clean for spring....er, summer. Whatever.
As always, there are still a few bugs to work out. Please let me know what you think of this design!
As always, there are still a few bugs to work out. Please let me know what you think of this design!
Thursday, May 11, 2000
Wednesday, May 10, 2000
After writing that last post, I immediately got a case of wet feet. I'm really not sure how marketable I am in Phoenix at the moment. I've been working as a technical writer, which is a bit of step down from where I was when I left Phoenix. Looking at the job postings on Monster and elsewhere, I get the sinking feeling that I may not have the right skills to do what I want to do.
I'm very interested in web development and design. Eventually I'd like to work in information architecture or UI design. But I can't see a clear path from here to there. I know I need some professional experience in web development, but it's kinda catch-22. Reading about web design and having a whole-lotta cool sites on your bookmark list does not a web designer make.
I have an opportunity here to get some web development experience, but that would mean staying in SF for at least another year. I'm not sure Jason would like that.
<Sigh>
I'm very interested in web development and design. Eventually I'd like to work in information architecture or UI design. But I can't see a clear path from here to there. I know I need some professional experience in web development, but it's kinda catch-22. Reading about web design and having a whole-lotta cool sites on your bookmark list does not a web designer make.
I have an opportunity here to get some web development experience, but that would mean staying in SF for at least another year. I'm not sure Jason would like that.
<Sigh>
Tuesday, May 09, 2000
Woo. New cubical at the office. A much better view of Market Street, and not so much noise.
Somewhat hard to get excited about it given my mental state right now, though! I'm soooo checked out of this job at the moment. Unfortunate, really. This could be such a great company.
Somewhat hard to get excited about it given my mental state right now, though! I'm soooo checked out of this job at the moment. Unfortunate, really. This could be such a great company.
Monday, May 08, 2000
Yadda yadda yadda blah blah blah. I need to find some new sites to surf.
Everyone must be doing real work today. Not a lot of new posts out there. Or perhaps I'm simply spending too much time surfing.... Naaah. That can't be it.
Sunday, May 07, 2000
It's late. I left Mass a little early. Phil B. was spinning a great set and the energy was high. But I was done for the weekend. Quiet time.
I feel like being creative, but I don't think I can push pixels around or write. Making an entry here is probably the only thing I'm up for right now. I need to put together some pages for Jason, but not today. Perhaps tomorrow. (I'm such a horrible procrastinator.)
It was nice to see quite a few of our SF friends out tonite. Many people expressed surprise and/or sadness that we are moving out of the City. I've been on the fence more lately than I was last week. But I'm still happy with the decision. It makes sense, and will be a good thing. My first move to Phoenix was very worthwhile. The next should be even better.
Bedtime. Jason is still at Mass. Goodnight.
I feel like being creative, but I don't think I can push pixels around or write. Making an entry here is probably the only thing I'm up for right now. I need to put together some pages for Jason, but not today. Perhaps tomorrow. (I'm such a horrible procrastinator.)
It was nice to see quite a few of our SF friends out tonite. Many people expressed surprise and/or sadness that we are moving out of the City. I've been on the fence more lately than I was last week. But I'm still happy with the decision. It makes sense, and will be a good thing. My first move to Phoenix was very worthwhile. The next should be even better.
Bedtime. Jason is still at Mass. Goodnight.
Hmmmmm. Long night last night. Remind me not to drink. Ever again.
Hee. Right.
Time to get some food!
Hee. Right.
Time to get some food!
Now I finally know how to pronounce Derek's name. And all this time I've been saying it wrong. (In my head.)
po-WAH-zek...po-WAH-zek...po-WAH-zek
Derek writes of "about" pages (and updates his). It's nice to know more about the real person behind the great design, although all his work seems infused with his sensibility and personality. Would that we all create so well. I've been pondering updating my About as well. But not tonite.
(It must be time for bed.)
po-WAH-zek...po-WAH-zek...po-WAH-zek
Derek writes of "about" pages (and updates his). It's nice to know more about the real person behind the great design, although all his work seems infused with his sensibility and personality. Would that we all create so well. I've been pondering updating my About as well. But not tonite.
(It must be time for bed.)
Saturday, May 06, 2000
Mad Props. Anyone know the origin of this expression? I see it all over these days. Brad? Anyone? Email me, eh? I'm curious.
Ick. Why do I still sit in front of this bloody computer, even when I know there's nothing new out there? Or at least nothing new on the list of sites I visit most often? Argh. Must...get...life....
Friday, May 05, 2000
Another week over. Whoo. Now, methinks, it's time to do something fun. Away from the computer!
Ugh. I did what you're not supposed to do: changed the global navigation on the site a bit. There are probably still a few bugs to work out....
I hate that SpyOnIt is always slightly behind my surfing habits. I get so excited thinking that there might be an update to read, only to find that I've already seen it. Hmmm.
Tom: "there are a few [weblogs] that are genuinely dull." Thanks, Tom. Webloggers all over the world are now thinking, gosh, I hope I'm not dull.
Although these pages are primarily for my own use and satisfaction, I hope that my readers (both of you) get some enjoyment from visiting. And I've also been considering how many personal details I can safely put into my weblog. I suppose safety shouldn't be my primary concern. I know Jason reads my page regularly, but I don't keep many secrets from him anyway. I do link to my site from my resume, so what potential employers might think often comes to mind. [Note to self: take link off resume...]
I'd often like to write about such things, but I'm not sure public weblogs are quite the right forum for hot, steamy sexual encounters or airing intense bitterness. Not that there'd be much to write about in that regard.
Ahem. Excuse me. Time for another cup of coffee....
Although these pages are primarily for my own use and satisfaction, I hope that my readers (both of you) get some enjoyment from visiting. And I've also been considering how many personal details I can safely put into my weblog. I suppose safety shouldn't be my primary concern. I know Jason reads my page regularly, but I don't keep many secrets from him anyway. I do link to my site from my resume, so what potential employers might think often comes to mind. [Note to self: take link off resume...]
I'd often like to write about such things, but I'm not sure public weblogs are quite the right forum for hot, steamy sexual encounters or airing intense bitterness. Not that there'd be much to write about in that regard.
Ahem. Excuse me. Time for another cup of coffee....
Yay. Back to the office. TGI-fucking-F!
Thursday, May 04, 2000
Home from the gym. It's really been a chore to go lately. I think Jason and I will be stepping out for a beer or two. Whohoo!
Testing 1-2-3. Testing. Is this thing on?
Ack. I'm a bad son. Mom's birthday present won't get there until Monday. Rats. That's what I get for procrastinating.
I'm not a Napster user, but the whole flare up over piracy is so interesting, and painful, to watch.
This is hardly a new observation, but this is a perfect example of the old economy taking swipes at the new...not revising its expectations. If the music industry woke up and understood what was happening, they'd roll out a new distribution scheme that could make everyone happy.
I'm not sure what that is, really. But no-one else is either.
This is hardly a new observation, but this is a perfect example of the old economy taking swipes at the new...not revising its expectations. If the music industry woke up and understood what was happening, they'd roll out a new distribution scheme that could make everyone happy.
I'm not sure what that is, really. But no-one else is either.
Wednesday, May 03, 2000
I'm reading Cryptonomicon by Neal Stephenson. I'm only a few pages into it. Alan Turing makes an odd appearance. I didn't realize he was gay.
Wow! I didn't know this. There is a John A. Logan College in Illinois. A community college, but it looks like they specialize in distance learning. Cool. Named after a great-great-great uncle (or grandfather...I'm not sure which) in the Logan family tree.
Blah. I'll jump on the "Web-is-boring-today" meme and just say it: the Web seems boring today.
Although maybe it's just me.
Although maybe it's just me.
David trashes Jason today, live on Nightcharm. [Warning: Adult content at Nightcharm]
I'm really liking jOnnO's more frequent updates. He and David were two writers I looked forward to reading when I started getting back into the Web on a regular basis. They've sorta fallen out of my list lately, but are quickly zipping back up to the top of my charts. Hee.
I'm really liking jOnnO's more frequent updates. He and David were two writers I looked forward to reading when I started getting back into the Web on a regular basis. They've sorta fallen out of my list lately, but are quickly zipping back up to the top of my charts. Hee.
Tuesday, May 02, 2000
Tom mentions weetabix today. Yikes. I remember weetabix from my trip to Australia, lo these many years ago.
Weetabix are little compressed cakes of wheat flakes that get soggy in milk faster than any cereal on earth. But, curiously, they're yummy (with lots of sugar).
Weetabix are little compressed cakes of wheat flakes that get soggy in milk faster than any cereal on earth. But, curiously, they're yummy (with lots of sugar).
Yet another exciting, fun filled day. Lots of time to work on personal projects. Wheee.
The Chronicle isn't doing much to encourage me to stay! There has to be a balance between the haves and have nots in the City, or San Francisco as we know it will cease to exist. Brian, after being gone less than a year, said that the City felt different—more like Silicon Valley. More button down shirts and SUVs.
These are odd words coming from me. Phoenix is certainly closer to being like Silicon Valley than San Francisco.
These are odd words coming from me. Phoenix is certainly closer to being like Silicon Valley than San Francisco.
Monday, May 01, 2000
Sigh.
Well it looks pretty likely that Jason and I will be moving out of San Francisco soon. We've been discussing it seriously since we returned from Palm Springs last weekend. Initially, I thought it was simply fatigue from a weekend full of parties. But we are still talking about it and making plans like it will happen sooner rather than later.
I must confess that, even though I love San Francisco, the thought of going back to Arizona is actually very exciting. San Francisco is a wonderful, beautiful, engaging, fun place, and I will continue to visit here often. But Jason and I have been discussing our priorities and I'm not sure SF fits in very well.
We want to buy a house, and that doesn't seem possible right now. The housing market in the Bay Area has simply left reality. I'm sure we could find a way to scrape together the cash required to make a mortgage payment, but after that, then what? Every dime would be tied up in paying for the house.
Jason and I aren't unsuccessful people by any means—on the contrary, we do quite well. But for half or a third of what we would pay for a small, cramped condo with no garage or yard to speak of, we could have a large house, with a yard, garage, and pool in Phoenix.
The job market in SF is outstanding, and the intellectual environment very stimulating. Those things are making me want to stay here. But I think we'll see a lot of changes spreading into new markets soon. SF simply can't support this level of growth forever.
So, lots more to discuss and determine. But, overall, I'm happy at the thought of living in Phoenix again, being with my friends, having a home. SF will always be here.
Well it looks pretty likely that Jason and I will be moving out of San Francisco soon. We've been discussing it seriously since we returned from Palm Springs last weekend. Initially, I thought it was simply fatigue from a weekend full of parties. But we are still talking about it and making plans like it will happen sooner rather than later.
I must confess that, even though I love San Francisco, the thought of going back to Arizona is actually very exciting. San Francisco is a wonderful, beautiful, engaging, fun place, and I will continue to visit here often. But Jason and I have been discussing our priorities and I'm not sure SF fits in very well.
We want to buy a house, and that doesn't seem possible right now. The housing market in the Bay Area has simply left reality. I'm sure we could find a way to scrape together the cash required to make a mortgage payment, but after that, then what? Every dime would be tied up in paying for the house.
Jason and I aren't unsuccessful people by any means—on the contrary, we do quite well. But for half or a third of what we would pay for a small, cramped condo with no garage or yard to speak of, we could have a large house, with a yard, garage, and pool in Phoenix.
The job market in SF is outstanding, and the intellectual environment very stimulating. Those things are making me want to stay here. But I think we'll see a lot of changes spreading into new markets soon. SF simply can't support this level of growth forever.
So, lots more to discuss and determine. But, overall, I'm happy at the thought of living in Phoenix again, being with my friends, having a home. SF will always be here.
I think I dropped a post somewhere. Yesterday I wrote about the Fireman's Credit Union on Market Street, near the Castro. There was an art show there this weekend to benefit an AIDS service organization, and I was told it will be turned into a Pottery Barn soon. Gentrification, anyone? Brian linked to me, but the post isn't here at the moment. Dunno what happened.
continuity is the personal site of john logan, a thirtyish guy in phoenix, arizona.
he lives with a one-eyed jack russell terrier, several computers, and entirely too many books.
here you'll find his journal, travelogue, and a photo now and then.
john AT continuity DOT nu
phoenix, arizona.
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