San Fran Day 3

I love WIFI, it's means more blogs from more places. I'm sitting in the back section of the Ritual Roaster down in the Mission (take the 22nd street stop on the BART and make your way over to Valencia and then backtrack a couple of blocks). It's supposed to be where people come to do techie things and drink coffee. i'm hear to see if it's true. It's got a russian theme, with sort of a 60's futuristic flair. To conserve power on the weekends there is a little plate that goes over the power outlet under my table that say "NO OUTLETS ON WEEKENDS", so if you want to hang out for a while bring some extra batteries and maybe a book. this place is way better then the internet cafe/juice bar across the street from my hotel and next door to the asian spa. where i thought it would be cool to grab some juice and check my e.mail this morning. I walked in and there were some old dell pcs on folding tables and there was a homeless man passed out with his head on the keyboard. I turned around and walked out. some guy, who appears to be watching a movie on his ibook just got busted for being plugged into the wall. The barista who is wearing one of those little green communist hats with the little bill, just walked over and made him wind up his cord and put it back in his bag. JESUS DUDE DON'T YOU KNOW THERE IS NO POWER OUTLETS ON THE WEEKENDS, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? she then walked over and made sure i hadn't violated the ritual of no_power_outlets_on_the_weekends. she just walked out and is taking a smoke break outside. i'm pluggin in.

Last night was fun. IODA people you party like it's 1999. I haven't been to a party like that since the glory days of the internet boom. If i ever start going on about how great those years were, i'm probably pretty drunk. just slap me.

Spent most of the Day walking around SF. Hiked up to the COIT tower. Scoped out North Beach and bought a Jack Kerouac Book at City Lights (it's a tradition), VANITY OF DULUOZ. My feet are killing me. This city has one of the greatest transit systems in the world, and for whatever reason i end up beating the feet on the hard concrete.