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That’s 36 boxes of laminate flooring, and I carried it all up 2 flights of stairs by myself. Three quarters of a ton up 18 vertical feet in 60 minutes.

¡Ñam, ñam, carnitas!

I just got back from Portland (Oregon not Maine) for my cousin Anna’s graduation. Pictures here. I wish I were a better photographer, but I get too caught up in the moment to make very interesting pictures. We found this place that called itself “New York Burrito”. With all due respect to the fine burrito restaurateurs of New York, “New York” is not the place that comes to mind when one thinks of where to find a fine burrito.

Copenhagen Curry.

I was visiting my friend Elaina yesterday, who lives in the SoMa district of San Francisco. When I was leaving at around 7:15PM, I entered the self-service parking lot across from the building she lives in that my car was parked in. I pressed the unlock button on my keyless entry fob and looked up at my car and saw someone sitting in the driver’s seat. I was astonished; adrenaline coursed through my bloodstream. I approached the car from the passenger side, opened the door, and saw a “black male, age 35-40, wearing black jacket and red backpack“, as my police report would later say, sitting in the driver’s seat of my car, attempting to disassemble my car stereo, presumably for the purpose of stealing it. I told him, in no uncertain terms, to vacate the vehicle. After muttering something incomprehensible, he obliged my request. It was that at this point that it occurred to me that it might be advisable to summon the police, so I did. Unfortunately, the perpetrator of the crime was in the process of fleeing on foot. I decided to follow him while I waited for the Public Safety Answering Point to discover that I don’t speak Spanish. I was successfully keeping the would-be stereo thief in my field of view. When I explained what I was doing to the dispatcher, she told me stop, for own safety. So I stopped my hot pursuit at the northwest corner of 6th and Mission. When the cops finally showed up about 100 seconds later, I had lost sight of him, and the cops couldn’t find him either. The cops invited me to ride with them in their police cruiser for a very short ride around the block looking for the offender. The seat in the back of the SFPD police cruiser is not in any way comfortable. It’s hard, plastic, and bumpy. Take my advice and decline offers to take a ride in one if given the choice. In the end, I had to drive home without a window, so instead of taking one of the freeways, I-280 or US-101, I drove home on El Camino Real, which took much longer, although I must confess it was interesting to drive through some of those towns in the upper peninsula that I’d never been to before. By the time I got to Palo Alto, I was bored, though, and when I reached the intersection of CA-82 and CA-85 in Mountain View, near my office, I elected to take 85 home. I turned up the heat and listened to Michael Krasny discuss blood with Bill Hayes on KQED-FM, our local NPR station.

After the slash–that’s David Friedland’s web site in Japanese. Read: debiddo furidorando no webbusaito. If you have a Japanese input method activated on your computer you can type it in yourself, just be sure to switch from katakana to hiragana for the ‘no’. And to those who ask why do I put the title of my web site in Japanese I say “because I can”.

(Update 2005-09-25): I removed the thingie: it used to say: nohat.net / デビッド･フリドランドのウェッブ･サイト : David Friedland world

I had a very strange interview at Best Buy on Sunday. I was just interested in a part-time position, and they called me the next day after I filled out their online application wanting to schedule an interview. The interview was strange because it took place in a room with multiple people in it and coming in and out and interrupting the interviewer. Perhaps it was a test of my ability to stay focused in chaos. The interviewer didn’t really ask many questions about my qualifications and seemed to be surprised when I offered him my résumé, which now extends to two pages per the advice of my cousin Sarah. It was also strange because it took place on a Sunday. After the brief interview he said they would call me later that night after they made their decision. It’s now Monday evening and I still haven’t heard from them. I don’t suppose I’ll be getting a job offer, which is just as well, because I have decided a job right now would be a hindrance to my greater effort which I must expend on my work.

Not sure what it is exactly that my company does, but we sure do have a swank logo.

Looks like this:

Pretty cool, huh?

I got a phone call (!) from Emily J on Saturday. She’s living it up in Turkey with two new puffballs that she claims are cats. They’re pretty darn cute, whatever they are. Decide for yourself: