What a weekend. First, Friday night I had tickets to the exclusive opening of NextFest, which is a kind of worlds fair of futurism, with things like a car that goes 340 miles an hour and gets 52 mpg, and can fly vertically, as well as a cloak of invisibility, made of thousdands of tiny cameras on one side and thousands of lcd imaging pixles on the other, so wherever you stand, the cameras film and project on the other side, which is quite clever. Anyhow, it was all this and plenty more, in a big exhibit, and the opening night event had super high level prosthetics on display on actual amputees. Only instead of going there, I was stuck in a recording studio, doing a mix of audio for the latest video I'm working on, and of course it took so many hours overtime that I never made it, even though my friend went and used my name and told me about it.

Then saturday I went and rode my bike to accompany my hoiny to USCF, so she could study there, since she can't ride a bike with books in a backpack, on account of her thrombosis. And on the way we stopped and had tofu scramble and thai glass noodles at herbivore, a vegan restaurant. Which wasn't bad, though a bit spicy. So then I came home and then went back again to pick her up.

Meanwhile, Sunday I ran in a big race event they call Bay to Breakers, which is 12K from one side to the other of San Francisco, ending at the Pacific. Of course, there are a bunch of traditions, like throwing tortillas around at the race start. There were about 40,000 runners, so there were a lot of tortillas. Another tradition is running nude, so there were about one in thirty runners nude, which isn't a lot, but seems like a lot, when they are flabby older men with ass pimples. Which almost all of the nudists were. Also there are people dressed up in costumes, or who run pushing beer kegs or what have you. THere are also serious runners, who start first, the seeded runners, then the sub seeded runners. The first four miles or so are uphill, so its not as easy as you might think. I passed a guy, possibly dead, towards the end, who was surrounded by EMTs giving him CPR. I also saw quite a few people peeing, which I attribute to lack of Portosans.

Anyway, after the race, I walked back from the Pacific, which is probably another four or five miles, then drove around and looked at some real estate, walking up and down the hills. The point is, it was kind of a tiring day. At the end of the day, about 4 or so, it turned out there was a major problem with the video, and I was basically working on it until 1am, then into the office at 7 to show it. On the upside, I got a round of applause, so that kind of made it worth it.