The best part of the day was before the city woke up, Potrero silent, the air smelled like North Dakota. Black-clad commuters huddled at the Muni stop on 17th and De Haro, cars and trucks meekly stuttered their way towards the Mission.

Uncertainty isn’t great.

Burning a CD of wedding photos for Steve and Kendal, the numbering looked funny—newer photos were before older photos. I realized the camera had rolled over on the image counter, and had started back at zero. I’ve had that camera since mid-December of last year, so it works out to about 11,000 photos total this year. Add another couple thousand from other cameras, and my average is approximately 50 photos/day, or a couple rolls of film. That’s crazy.

Sometimes minor transitions are palpable, sometimes unnoticed. The evidence is stacking—the derelict PlayStation and Xbox 360 on my shelf, my PSP long loaned out, and the aging PC sitting next to me. Games no longer play an important role in my life—I neither play nor build them anymore. Is it a shift in interest to things more serious or worthwhile, a simple lack of interest in games or is it a lack of interest in perceived purposelessness? Does every moment spent need a goal? I’m not sure. Part of me is sad, part of me is relieved at the honest assessment, or at least the exploration.

Thinking about the role possessions play, the reasons for their existence. This PC, built specifically to code first-person shooters two generations—eons—ago. Today it sits mutely next to a desk, barely deep enough to stay my laptop, where most of my work is done. This bicycle, built to cross Japan, now hanging from the railing. Turntables, a milestone at 24, mixer and Ortofon needles a coming-of-age, also mute, subservient to Ableton and trick USB audio devices, coughing dust next to decade-old vinyl. This house, rented because it had allowed dogs and had parking and a beautiful kitchen. Now the kitchen is the only thing that’s relevant.

Do I hate stuff, and love space? I know I’d rather fill this space with joy and friends than another anonymous electronic box.

Yesterday Chris and I split a 9 year old cab and grilled steaks, then went to the Homestead for cheladas and olympics. It’s been a good week for both bizdev and introspection, curious bedfellows. I left my laptop at Chris’ house, and discovered the small joy in not having a computer around at home in the evening. Thinking I might banish the desk from my bedroom again.

Today was about good food, good coffee and good conversations. I <3 my friends.

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Created this back in May for the OpenID Foundation—not sure if it was ever released to the public.

Eric and Hans were typically awesome this weekend, contributing their insight into what was an incredibly productive offsite.^[1] Thanks to Ann, who graciously hosted us in her Woodside home, with Molly and the unnamed cats keeping us company between runs to Alice’s and Buck’s.

Also awesome: Hans’ fucking stereo. Worth every last F-bomb we dropped on Twitter last night, no kidding.

1. We’re advising a startup. They’re also built from awesome. 2. Awesome.

That dress looks nice on you, and I see a lot of bright in you.

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