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August 23, 2002

San Francisco in August

When I woke up a few minutes ago, I briefly considered turning on the heat to take the chill off the apartment but instead I just wrapped up in sweatpants and a quilt. I love August in San Francisco, when. on the average day, we struggle to make it into the mid 60s…

Yes, our daily high temperature in usually lower than the daily low temperature in much of the rest of the country. This is very sexy. And yes, it is the single reason I still live here after ten years…

And now, well-rested after my first really good night’s sleep all week, I will continue with the process of making space in the apartment for the next load of new electronic equipment, music, and clothes which will be arriving tomorrow…

Or maybe I’ll just go wrap up for a little while longer and watch TV…

Stupid Spammer

In today’s Chronicle:

“Many of our clients do not have access to traditional forms of advertising, which can be very expensive,” said company President Kevin Katz.

So that justifies resorting to an ILLEGAL form of advertising which involves theft of supplies, resources, and time from its recipients? “Constitutional right to advertise by fax”, my ass. This, once again, is not free speech. It’s larceny…

Who’s with me? Who else quivers in anticipation at the thought of seeing Fax.com driven into bankruptcy by a lawsuit?

Technology That Works

Technology which works the way it’s supposed to gets me all squishy and excited. I just upgraded the satellite package online, and the new channels appeared instantly. Didn’t have to plug the receivers into the phone line or anything. Somehow I never had that kind of luck with the evil AT&T…

And, as luck would have it, the first thing I found in my new lineup was a documentary on Alfred Hitchcock, which made things just that much more orgasmic…

Looks like my bachelorhood ends in about ten days. I’m still waiting for that bachelor party…