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SF Day 2: Friday (Friday, Friday)
Dec. 7th, 2011 01:45 amSo Friday was pretty strange. I'm still on east coast time, so I wake up at 5AM, realise that it's still VERY dark outside, but check my email anyway. In it, is a message from my boss. Everyone at the office knows I have a pretty strict work/life divide, and unless something goes horribly wrong, things can wait until I get back to be informed/take action. So I was a little surprised that my boss would be emailing me. I thought the worst, until I opened the email. He mentioned that the tech reporter for the Wall Street Journal wanted to interview me.
Wow. That's more than a bit out of left field. After exchanging a few emails with him, and leaving a few voice messages with her, I thought perhaps she wanted to talk about Apple, as I've recently been on a bunch of podcasts, and blogs (including my own) talking about the company, the future of general computing, and Apple's seeming abandonment of the high-end professional and creative market. Nope, she wanted to talk about T-shirts. Um, OK.
Now, it's true, I have more than my fair share of Apple-related T-shirts. I have several from store openings, a few from visits to The Mothership, a few worn only by Apple employees, and even a few from esoteric projects that I may or may not have had a part in (I'm particularly fond of my OpenDoc T-shirt, although I can't seem to locate that at the moment — no, I wasn't on that project, I just liked the concept). I don't however, consider myself to be a collector, or even an aficionado. I don't wear them much, except at the gym. I don't keep them "mint in box", and I'm really quite puzzled how she decided to pick me to interview out of the bajillions of others on the internet. I don't even consider myself a fanboy (sure, some may argue that last point).
I am due to my nature, and augmented by my profession, a 'detail oriented' person. Yes, I too can come up with some less-flattering synonyms as well, but that's what I'm going with =). This allowed me to bore the living hell out of her with every aspect I could recall about the shirts. I was not only able to describe each shirt, but to also inform her of the significance of every technology listed in the "Been There… Done That" T-shirt, and why it is now a symbol of irony (hint: "Copland on the way…"). I doubt any of it is going to go into print, but I wanted to give her everything, so she could make a story. I know she'll label me as a designer (because I work at a company called Behavior, and we're a user-experience design company), and probably describe me as some dork who never gets laid (lulz). I don't care. It'll be fun to see my name in both the print edition *and* the online edition. There is no such thing as bad press.
So that was a lot of crazy, and all before 10AM, Pacific. After that, I hit the gym. I forgot how much I enjoy SOMA Gold's. It's the best, most well-equipped gym I've set foot in, and even though the eye candy is very lovely, everyone there is trying to get their workout. Contrast this to the Market St. Gold's which is purely there because Blowbuddies is across town. You can smell the VD as you walk in the door. Ugh. I had a good workout, and I noticed some improvement in my left arm (the one that had the surgery).
I then walked back to the hotel for a small nap, before meeting up with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fogbear, and putzmeisterbear for a small bite, once again, at Thirsty Bear. We had a lovely time, but I had to depart by 9, as I was meeting a non-LJ friend @johnfoster, whom some of you may know from MacBreak Weekly or This Week in Media back in the day, or his own current podcasts Beer School, and Know Tech. I actually met him briefly in the mid/late 90s at Macworld, when he was doing support for the keynotes. This evening however, we met at the 21st Amendment, one of the other brewpubs I always visit when I'm over there. It used to be his local pub before he moved, so now he goes there less often. You'd never know it, however, as almost everyone in the bar came over to say 'hi'. We had a fantastic time shooting the shit, not only with each other, but with all sorts of people I met for the first time.
We closed the bar.
John was hinting at a change of venue, but after my pre-beers at Thirsty Bear, and *many* An Cat Dubhs, I decided to just go back to the hotel, the Black Cat dancing on my head. I prettymuch knew I'd have to lose Saturday to The Cat. I was OK with that. It was one hell of a ride.
Wow. That's more than a bit out of left field. After exchanging a few emails with him, and leaving a few voice messages with her, I thought perhaps she wanted to talk about Apple, as I've recently been on a bunch of podcasts, and blogs (including my own) talking about the company, the future of general computing, and Apple's seeming abandonment of the high-end professional and creative market. Nope, she wanted to talk about T-shirts. Um, OK.
Now, it's true, I have more than my fair share of Apple-related T-shirts. I have several from store openings, a few from visits to The Mothership, a few worn only by Apple employees, and even a few from esoteric projects that I may or may not have had a part in (I'm particularly fond of my OpenDoc T-shirt, although I can't seem to locate that at the moment — no, I wasn't on that project, I just liked the concept). I don't however, consider myself to be a collector, or even an aficionado. I don't wear them much, except at the gym. I don't keep them "mint in box", and I'm really quite puzzled how she decided to pick me to interview out of the bajillions of others on the internet. I don't even consider myself a fanboy (sure, some may argue that last point).
I am due to my nature, and augmented by my profession, a 'detail oriented' person. Yes, I too can come up with some less-flattering synonyms as well, but that's what I'm going with =). This allowed me to bore the living hell out of her with every aspect I could recall about the shirts. I was not only able to describe each shirt, but to also inform her of the significance of every technology listed in the "Been There… Done That" T-shirt, and why it is now a symbol of irony (hint: "Copland on the way…"). I doubt any of it is going to go into print, but I wanted to give her everything, so she could make a story. I know she'll label me as a designer (because I work at a company called Behavior, and we're a user-experience design company), and probably describe me as some dork who never gets laid (lulz). I don't care. It'll be fun to see my name in both the print edition *and* the online edition. There is no such thing as bad press.
So that was a lot of crazy, and all before 10AM, Pacific. After that, I hit the gym. I forgot how much I enjoy SOMA Gold's. It's the best, most well-equipped gym I've set foot in, and even though the eye candy is very lovely, everyone there is trying to get their workout. Contrast this to the Market St. Gold's which is purely there because Blowbuddies is across town. You can smell the VD as you walk in the door. Ugh. I had a good workout, and I noticed some improvement in my left arm (the one that had the surgery).
I then walked back to the hotel for a small nap, before meeting up with
fogbear, and putzmeisterbear for a small bite, once again, at Thirsty Bear. We had a lovely time, but I had to depart by 9, as I was meeting a non-LJ friend @johnfoster, whom some of you may know from MacBreak Weekly or This Week in Media back in the day, or his own current podcasts Beer School, and Know Tech. I actually met him briefly in the mid/late 90s at Macworld, when he was doing support for the keynotes. This evening however, we met at the 21st Amendment, one of the other brewpubs I always visit when I'm over there. It used to be his local pub before he moved, so now he goes there less often. You'd never know it, however, as almost everyone in the bar came over to say 'hi'. We had a fantastic time shooting the shit, not only with each other, but with all sorts of people I met for the first time. We closed the bar.
John was hinting at a change of venue, but after my pre-beers at Thirsty Bear, and *many* An Cat Dubhs, I decided to just go back to the hotel, the Black Cat dancing on my head. I prettymuch knew I'd have to lose Saturday to The Cat. I was OK with that. It was one hell of a ride.
