November 22, 2011
We talk about how incentives change behavior.
We talk about being able to tell you speed or location.
We tell you about the invention of the spoon, or oil paint, or the computer and how they changed what we did with our mouths and hands and eyes and stomachs and so on.
This Tuesday in San Francisco is one of those on a much smaller and right here scale.
I had the opportunity to tell you this was written from the Friends of Dorothy Travel Service or the Masonic Center or something less exciting and yet just as less true, Huntington Park. This new app asks me to pick a location from a short list instead of just telling me -- I went with the neighborhood.
It didn't give my hotel as a choice. And it certainly didn't have my room number, or the chair by the window in that room.
It didn't have this place I'm at where I wish I was here a few more days (so much great food to be eaten) even while I'm hoping for no problems as we race eastward shortly to make it to a ceremony at my daughter's school tomorrow.
...and then a sushi boat dinner with her, or adventure sushi, or maybe we can find a boat-based adventure sushi like Margaret and I saw in Chinatown a couple days ago.
Embrassez those you love.
Chinese donuts stuffed with red beans? Embrassez them, too.
Or lotus bean-filled pancakes? Embrassez.
Steep steep hills, up or down, by car or by foot? Embrassez, even if they make you a little queasy.
Rush hour traffic to the Bay Bridge? Fuck it. Embrassez that, too. It's vacation and you have cell phones and they'll understand why you're late and certainly you can find a good radio station in the Bay Area.
If we were trying to make a plane, it'd be a different story.
But now it's almost 7am and this has gone worthless.
You didn't pay for it in any real way, though.
Maybe you'll never be back.
That bruise? It's pretty much gone.