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Amazing sometimes the snippets of conversation you hear in the elevator. Today, on my short trip up, I overheard two young folks, dressed in “college casual”, headed into the office:

Gal: “How are things?”

Guy: “Same ol’ shit…different pile.” [silence] “Did you hear that I’m transferring to New York?”

Gal: “No way.” [silence] “Are they offering you a managerial job?”

Hmmmm, maybe you had to see the two of them to appreciate the irony. Oh well, that’s the future of America…definitely executive material 🙂

What a sad day. It seems that the opening of Muni’s new Third Street light rail line has triggered a cleanup around the route and surrounding neighborhoods. The most visible casualty? Nearly all of the lovely, colorful Bayshore graffiti has been painted over with a safe neutral palette. Surely, there is more a compromise between banality and filth.

Nah, I don’t mind that all the nasty trash has been removed, but check out these after and before shots from my regular photo route. I suppose the good news is that my prints are now unique forever!

Otherwise, this was a pretty low-key weekend. We caught The Simpsons Movie on Friday night. Saturday, we test drove a couple of cars to replace Jeff’s aging beast of a vehicle. And Sunday, we drove north to Napa to pick up a wine club shipment.

[Note on the Simpsons Movie. Like most Simpsons adventures, there were moments that made me laugh out loud, lines that we have been quoting since Friday, and long stretches that just made me sit back and smile. I am certain that upon repeated viewing I will discover the hidden gems and those subversive elements that have forever ingrained the Simpsons in my subconscious. And yet, with all the build-up of expectations, you can’t help but come away with a wish list of could-have-beens. But to be fair, we don’t see many films on the big screen any more, and my aversion to theatres and strangers couldn’t help but sedate me a bit. Sooooo, thumbs up…with an eager eye to the DVD, when I can soak it all in on MY terms.]

United stuck right with my two-hour delay in Denver last night, so I arrived home around 12:30 in the morning without further disruption.

The funny thing is that by the end of these long summer travel days, the airports are almost silent…in stark contract with the palpable tension in the terminal just hours earlier. The remaining delayed travelers seem to have accepted their fate, and people settle down with a book, or a video game, or in one case I spotted in Denver…knitting.

For me, the delay was a fitting bookend to a stressful trip all around. Fortunately, I got to meet fantastic coworkers in Miami, who invited me into their fold like old friends.

Well…when life gives you bird droppings, post a picture of birds…South Beach pigeons, thank you.

Its not clear why my flight from Denver to SFO is two hours late…but my flight from Denver to SFO is two hours late. Would the reason make me feel better? At least THIS time, I was delayed IN the airport and not ON the plane 🙂

The rainclouds are looming, but with a bit of luck, I’ll be heading home soon from Miami…through Denver again…so be on the lookout for rants 🙂