Beautiful, if impractical bicycle concepts from the 2008 Bicycle design show at Designhuis in Eindhoven. My favorite is the bicycle RV that sleeps two.

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This design, originally for Jay & Jen’s wedding, is now wearable. This morning, a Flickr search bore unexpected fruit:

On my desk: Three Cups of Tea, an issue of The Economist, a subscription reminder for The Economist, a DMV renewal notice, a postcard from the California Academy of Sciences, my MacBook, a green wine bottle filled with water and a glass of ice.

This is a multipart post, in N stages. Part five:

• Heather

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I guess for a second, thinking about the annealing property of time on emotional burrs, more cognizant of both the patterns of others and my own, leveling up, having played this particular level through many times, only to be repeatedly foiled, throwing the controller down & walking away in frustration. It’s a learning experience, and not lacking its own RSI analogue or I/O burnout.

I helped a friend move, helped another friend in a shitty situation—one I’d never encountered before, in my life or in any of my friends.’ A few successful Craigslist transactions brought the volume of stuff down a notch. I met a bunch of awesome folks.

This weekend I learned more about Afrikaners and jellyfish, the Dutch and the state of virtual worlds, saw minor frustrations with someone that are simmering, threatening to mirror my own. Got excited to explain simulations in virtual worlds over high-latency, low-bandwidth connections. Saw my first NFL game but watched only the last 30 seconds. Drank tequila and Lagavulin, Nest and rooibos.

As any good weekend ends on Tuesday, it started with a hike across the city, touching every beach in the Presidio for free museum Tuesdays at Land’s End with someone who thinks that the Conservatory of Flowers is tops. I kind of agree.

This is a multipart post, in N stages. Part four:

• Case

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This is a multipart post, in N stages. Part three:

• Twerk

(title changed from That to Who, thanks grammar police, the subject of tomorrow’s post)

Heather’s photo only stokes my excitement further about the upcoming reopening of the California Academy of Sciences.