Managed to traverse the entire lower climbing wall at Mission Cliffs this morning with only 2 falls—one at the 5.12/5.13 lead starts. The longest stretch was between that fall and the second, including two roof/arch traverses.

Somewhere in the middle of that, my arms burning out, hitting what I thought was the limit of my endurance, I flailed for a shitty hold, barn-doored—and to my surprise—hung on. It was like getting past that initial feel-like-shit burn when running—every move, every hold after that was actually easier. That was a wonderful feeling.

A long time ago a colleague and fellow Perl hacker at a startup I worked for in Virginia used to refer to the sigils on Perl variables, specifically the @ sign on arrays as grawlix. Just learned the entomology of that word today.

(via Swiss Miss and kottke.org)

The other day a good friend said to me, “you magnify other people’s happiness.”

Despite the obvious inverse—which is something I’ve wondered about quite a bit—it’s one of the nicest things I think anyone’s ever said about me. I was kind of floored.

Walking to the Muni last night before the party, I tried to reconcile the evening’s plans with a nagging sense of post-30 bedroom DJs suffering from Peter Pan syndrome. Was I judging them or myself?

12 years ago a friend offered me a DJ gig at his bar in the lower east side. With no turntables of my own, it was trial by fire—I ended up learning how to spin right there. Practice before the bar opened, play my Sunday set, then spend the meager proceeds around the corner at the record store on more vinyl for next week. Every mistake, trainwreck and serendipitous mix was there for anyone who was listening.

Last night I relived some of that—learning on the fly how to DJ with Ableton Live in a very public way. Simultaneously frightening and thrilling, my train of thought was something like this: “Look, jump, if I fall I fall.”

In the end it worked out. There were no major screwups—that anyone noticed—and my friends came out to dance. <3 to everyone for their support yesterday!

Looking at houses with my friend the other day, the agent showing us around was ecstatic to note the coming redevelopment of the ship repairyard at the bay side of 20th street.

A part of me is a little sad to see the evidence of this neighborhood’s working-class wartime history get mowed asunder. Planning another clandestine visit to the munitions plant before that goes too.

Got asked to spin at a club on Wednesday. Been a while. Stoked.

After dinner, wandering in Rive Droite.

Had lunch yesterday with Shawn + Jenny at Out The Door. Daikon rice cakes and duck congee are pretty much the best thing ever. So much so, I made some today at home. Not quite right, yet.

Friday morning, the marina Fuzio restaurant, doors open, crew setting up tables for the lunch rush was playing Feist. Friday afternoon, as soon as I’d scrawled my signature, the same song came on in the Apple store, neatly framing the day.

I love this song.

Also: Boys Noize remix.