night

San Francisco... I'm in an adorable little boutique hotel on Powell Street, small but art-deco cute. I'm just back from grabbing a late dinner at a Thai place on the corner, where I was one of the few round-eyes in the place, and I saw mannerisms and heard words that were like a flashback to my winter working in Bangkok some 11 years ago. Unlike most suburban Thai places which are dumbed-down to cater to the farangs, this one is fairly authentic.

It was fun to walk back on a vibrant street at midnight, with shops and restaurants still open and lots of people on the sidewalk. This part of San Francisco is a bit of a mixing zone, all kinds of people from upscale to downtrodden, but it's... alive.

I'll probably leave the car in the lot and walk over to the office (on Montgomery) in the morning. My meetings aren't til afternoon, so I'll have some time to catch up with everyone I haven't seen in a while.

There are some other things buzzing... on the way down I had a brief conversation about temporary autonomous zones, androgeny, and chaos, among other things. But it's too much to attack right now, must leave some things for later.