I'm not much of a golfer. Even so, I decided to golf this morning with Thomas and I'm glad I did it. There was something beautifuly decadent about golfing before work and strolling in late tracking wet grass across the office. I actually performed much better than I thought I would, and walking around in the park at 7:30 in the morning, while the mist was still rolling around, with a golf club in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other is a fine way to start the day.

I had a really nice bike ride yesterday. I wound up in Tiburon watching a bunch of guys fish from this rock. It's called Elephant Rock apparently, though I don't know anything about it's history. I thought it was really cool the way the platform was built around it. It was so windy that whenever they cast a line, the bait came flying back almost skewering them.

So far, the Connecticut state quarter is by far the best, in my opinion. The texture of the 'charter oak' against your thumb makes this quarter a pleasure to handle, and the intricacy of the design, makes it just about perfect. Many other quarters are totally uninspired, namely Massachusetts, who's state map, and generic 'revolutionary guy' really don't do much for me. If I made the rules for quarter design, I'd eliminate state maps, and require symbolism to be a bit more subtle.

The Best so far: CT, RI, MD, NH, VA
The Worst: MA, PA, GA, SC

Click here for a list of all (Vermont Looks Promising!)

We had a great big BBQ in honor of the Haight Street Fair Sunday. It was quite the event!

The Neighbor's Music System got the whole street dancing	It's not a party until the tree guy shows up.
Revelry	That's all folks... an ironic display of force.

Have I gone a full 12 days with nothing to say? Some weeks are like that... Yesterday was a day well spent: BIking in the morning through the park to the beach, then lazing in the sun, then I took the bus up to Mill Valley and biked aroung in the hills there, then down to Sausalito. I went back to the city via the ferry and sat in the bow with a gin and tonic watching San Francisco float to me.

Last weekend was a bit of a debacle. TheMt. Shasta Debacle: I came down with a horrendous bout of mountian sickness about half way up the mountain which stunted our summit attempt at a place called Helen Lake. Jeff helped me off the mountain. I could have perished had I not descended immeditely. Rather scary event, next time I'll make a point of acclimating to the altitude beforehand.

The Ascent