If you’ve come here looking for incisive commentary on blogging, PR or the networked digital world, you’re out of luck this week. (If you absolutely must read something along those lines, have a look at Derek Miller gently slapping down a commenter who came a-shilling for his Outlook plugin.)
I’m currently in a foggy but stunning neighbourhood of San Francisco. In the past week, I’ve
- seen some of the most appalling standup comedy of my life,
- visited a university campus that is just way too idyllic to prepare students for the real world,
- watched my daughter ride her first carrousel,
- pried the aforementioned daughter from the aforementioned carrousel after half an hour,
- met some really fascinating people whose names I’m uncharacteristically not going to drop, at least for now,
- scorched my newly-shaven scalp in the sun at the zoo,
- seen fog that comes boiling in over the hills and makes Vancouver’s misty days look like Baccarat crystal,
- bought a hat to shield my now-peeling scalp from the eyes of the curious and easily frightened,
- and watched tule elk boinking on the windswept bluffs of Point Reyes National Seashore.
More to follow. (Not necessarily more elk to follow; they’re apparently the subject of a birth control pilot project.)
