And of course, the femininas...
7.29.2005
Day 1 - Taylor Woodrow Grand Prix (San Jose GP)
I've never been to a live open-wheel racing event and was pretty excited for this weekend to start. First off - these open-wheel cars are LOUD. After watching races on TV so much I never imagined that the cars would have such a high-pitch scream. I'm talkin bout ROCK concert loud. Even the sweeper used to blow debris off the track after every race was loud. Second - the smell. First was the faint smell of burning methanol followed by the aroma of scorching rubber. The F-D drifting, especially. Can't wait til Saturday.
7.25.2005
My Very Own Holiday
Thanks to everyone who called, emailed, and sent cards to me the other day. And extra special thanks to those who bought me something. Those people I place on a pedestal higher above all others.
Friday night was Amanda's Fiesta de Adios...she's going off to Yale to be a doctor and hopefully provide me with various pharmaceutical drugs. Thank you, Amanda. We will miss you.
The crew outside Maggiano's - I'm very happy...mainly because I know Amanda is leaving.
Amanda, Me, and G.Solis.
Saturday the good folks from Leland held a BBQ at Crissy Fields. From what I recall, Alex picked me and about 14 other people up to cram into his Toyota and we proceeded to take the extended tour of the lovely penninsula and Marina district of SFO. While it was a beautiful tour, it took us several days to reach our destination. Seriously though, it was an awesome day - great weather, good food, and the exhausting game of Ultra Frisbee on the side. Thanks guys and to everyone who came.
The shitty view from our BBQ spot. This picture makes me wanna vomit.
Roger admiring my keen ability to devour a hot wing. Notice my focus...my concentration...my zen...
I was totally not impressed with Annie's jokes. Also continue to note the terrible view we had at our picnic spot.
Jaime has excellent form and follow through as the frisbee glides towards Vanessa. However I should also add that she was aiming for Marcus.
Like the timeless classic 'Football in The Groin,' life imitates art as Gene successfuly interprets 'Aerobie to The Face.'
Alex - after throwing said 'Aerobie' to said 'Face.'
Laura getting skin cancer.
Daniel and Richard - I can't really think of anymore clever captions.
My Spiderman bicycle. Also the same bike Lance uses in the Tour. Note that I have also graduated from 2 wheels to 4, enabling me to tackle any terrain.
On Sunday I got a pleasant email from Ayuko wishing me a felíz cumpleaños! In case you didn't know, Ayuko is the girl who helped salvage my Japanese grade at school. Also, she is now married! Omedetou!
Kawaii desu ne...(I have now used up all the Japanese I currently know, and have ever learned)
Ayuko and Minoru. Lucky bastard!
Friday night was Amanda's Fiesta de Adios...she's going off to Yale to be a doctor and hopefully provide me with various pharmaceutical drugs. Thank you, Amanda. We will miss you.
The crew outside Maggiano's - I'm very happy...mainly because I know Amanda is leaving.
Amanda, Me, and G.Solis.Saturday the good folks from Leland held a BBQ at Crissy Fields. From what I recall, Alex picked me and about 14 other people up to cram into his Toyota and we proceeded to take the extended tour of the lovely penninsula and Marina district of SFO. While it was a beautiful tour, it took us several days to reach our destination. Seriously though, it was an awesome day - great weather, good food, and the exhausting game of Ultra Frisbee on the side. Thanks guys and to everyone who came.
The shitty view from our BBQ spot. This picture makes me wanna vomit.
Roger admiring my keen ability to devour a hot wing. Notice my focus...my concentration...my zen...
I was totally not impressed with Annie's jokes. Also continue to note the terrible view we had at our picnic spot.
Jaime has excellent form and follow through as the frisbee glides towards Vanessa. However I should also add that she was aiming for Marcus.
Like the timeless classic 'Football in The Groin,' life imitates art as Gene successfuly interprets 'Aerobie to The Face.'
Alex - after throwing said 'Aerobie' to said 'Face.'
Laura getting skin cancer.
Daniel and Richard - I can't really think of anymore clever captions.
My Spiderman bicycle. Also the same bike Lance uses in the Tour. Note that I have also graduated from 2 wheels to 4, enabling me to tackle any terrain.On Sunday I got a pleasant email from Ayuko wishing me a felíz cumpleaños! In case you didn't know, Ayuko is the girl who helped salvage my Japanese grade at school. Also, she is now married! Omedetou!
Kawaii desu ne...(I have now used up all the Japanese I currently know, and have ever learned)
Ayuko and Minoru. Lucky bastard!
7.18.2005
7.08.2005
Work = Zoo
It occurred to me this afternoon that there are way too many people on campus. Lunch is a total riot of ravenous hungry vultures, parking at around 10am means you'll be arriving at your desk 11, and then don't forget the free tshirts...god.
So today work was giving away tshirts to commemorate G.Earth. First off, I haven't been to a Friday meeting in a WHILE (when I say 'while,' I mean somewhere around 90 days) but I wasn't surprised to see it chock-full of G.Bodies - I mean, it's free tshirt day, and I think the best phrase that describes us is 'cheapass freeloaders...'
So the demo was nice, 1/2 the people weren't remotely paying attention as happy thoughts of free textile-wear contagiously roamed the open space. I started to think: do I really need a 62nd shirt emblazoned with our company name? Does that guy next to me realize there's a piece of prosciutto stuck in his teeth? Did I forget to set my parking brake in the garage, again? I was brimming with rhetorical questions.
Meeting over! And like Devon revealing to Michael the revamped KITT 2.0 the cafeteria/garage doors were slowly drawn open and the hungry masses forced their way towards the light. It was fast, they were strong, some coworkers were trampled, and by the time I wrestled away a shirt and walked outdoors 17 employees had been seriously trampled and 6 were left for dead. I managed to limp away with a few brusies and at least 2 bite marks to my forearm, one from a co-worker whom I thought was my friend.
Aside from the bloodstains it received on its way out, the shirt is OK. I kinda think the quality of the shirts we've recently designed have been decreasing and are now simply being made by our high school interns on Microsoft Paint. Next time, I'll have a loyal co-worker try to get a shirt for me.
So today work was giving away tshirts to commemorate G.Earth. First off, I haven't been to a Friday meeting in a WHILE (when I say 'while,' I mean somewhere around 90 days) but I wasn't surprised to see it chock-full of G.Bodies - I mean, it's free tshirt day, and I think the best phrase that describes us is 'cheapass freeloaders...'
So the demo was nice, 1/2 the people weren't remotely paying attention as happy thoughts of free textile-wear contagiously roamed the open space. I started to think: do I really need a 62nd shirt emblazoned with our company name? Does that guy next to me realize there's a piece of prosciutto stuck in his teeth? Did I forget to set my parking brake in the garage, again? I was brimming with rhetorical questions.
Meeting over! And like Devon revealing to Michael the revamped KITT 2.0 the cafeteria/garage doors were slowly drawn open and the hungry masses forced their way towards the light. It was fast, they were strong, some coworkers were trampled, and by the time I wrestled away a shirt and walked outdoors 17 employees had been seriously trampled and 6 were left for dead. I managed to limp away with a few brusies and at least 2 bite marks to my forearm, one from a co-worker whom I thought was my friend.
Aside from the bloodstains it received on its way out, the shirt is OK. I kinda think the quality of the shirts we've recently designed have been decreasing and are now simply being made by our high school interns on Microsoft Paint. Next time, I'll have a loyal co-worker try to get a shirt for me.
7.07.2005
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