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November 11, 2007

Originally posted to ydnar.vox.com in November 2007.

I hope the Pacific has Edge

Kona Hog Sammich

November 11, 2007

Originally posted to ydnar.vox.com in November 2007.

Grunt! Riding goooood.

Helvetica is Also Everywhere

November 11, 2007

Originally posted to ydnar.vox.com in November 2007.

On a Wing and a Pair

November 10, 2007

Originally posted to ydnar.vox.com in November 2007.

...of engines. So far, solo exit row leap across the Pacific. Anticipating 3 books and music for the next 6 hours.

Ideally will not have to operate the raft.

Basura 13

November 9, 2007

Originally posted to ydnar.vox.com in November 2007.

Helvetica is everywhere.

Found!!!

November 8, 2007

Originally posted to ydnar.vox.com in November 2007.

The Coffee Before the Vote

November 7, 2007

Originally posted to ydnar.vox.com in November 2007.

Future Dinner

November 7, 2007

Originally posted to ydnar.vox.com in November 2007.

Yay! Mom & Dad

November 6, 2007

Originally posted to ydnar.vox.com in November 2007.

The Prevail

November 6, 2007

Originally posted to ydnar.vox.com in November 2007.

The end of Daylight Saving Time in San Francisco is an interesting event. My biological clock is still waking up at 7, but the physical clock says 6. My reaction this morning was not immediately to go back to sleep, but to get on a bike. I layered on a long-sleeved jersey, got on the Fix and took off through the fog. My companion was Blur, Digitalism and The Magnetic Fields. For every throbbing tech house beat there was a lyric like “there’s time enough for sex and drugs when we get to heaven, when our pheromones are turned up to eleven.”

The Golden Gate Bridge was miserable. After powering through Fisherman’s Wharf, Fort Mason and fighting the headwind through Crissy Field, the constant condensation of damp and cold on the joinery and my glasses were threatening to end my ride involuntarily. I was swimming through oatmeal, punctuated by raisins in Gore-Tex on skinny tires.

Then at the end of the bridge: Sunlight!

Not only did the fog just drop away, it dropped away and exposed the Marin headlands climb in the morning sun, peeking over the Oakland hills. I climbed to the top of the top of the headlands to a crunchy Digitalism track. A few minutes and grunts later, I’d reached an altitude above the cloud cover and saw this:

above the clouds 1above the clouds 2above the clouds 3