My plane conversation with Jackson, who was playing with my iPad on the flight over:

"What's Pebble?"

"Try it."

...

"What's Space?"

"Try it."

...

"What's Bubble?"

"Try it."

...

I am rather glad I don't have any porn on the thing. If I did, and he asked "What's XXX?" or worse, stopped asking and just tried it like I was suggesting, I'd be in trouble.

Just before my move to the SF Bay Area, I had a note to myself with a list of things to do.

It reads:

San Fran

ALCATRAZ

Biking 

San Fran
Great Highway (near cliff house)
GG pk
Pac. Cst Bike rte

Palace of Leg. of Honor

Roller Blading 
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6 . 7 . 66 . 71 @ Central or Msonic

33rd & Irving Sunset Soccer

11/22 vacation day

Call moves; 

Betty -> #vacdays

This was clearly before I knew you NEVER call San Francisco "San Fran" or "Frisco," it's always "the City."

I'm chuckling at the biking references, since I haven't been interested in biking since Guy and I split THIRTEEN YEARS ago (though the reference then is perfectly understandable).

The other locations are probably ultimate games.

November 22nd was a vacation day, and I was interested in how many vacation days I would be cashing out as I left my job in Los Angeles and moved north.

This note is clearly from November 1997.

And yes, I'm throwing it out now.

Of note, my handwriting is the same now as it was then: mixed lowercase and uppercase to keep all of my letters the same x-height (the distance between the baseline and median of a typeface).

I backed the OpenPhoto project today on Kickstarter.

I'm a HUGE fan of "own your own data," which limits how much I share and how broadly I post. While I'm excited about others commenting here on my blog, I often hesitate to post elsewhere, as I don't have a way to archive much of it back here on my site. I prefer to manage my own photo albums locally instead of Flickr, I'd prefer my own videos instead of Vimeo but haven't managed that one quite yet, I prefer my own email over my Yahoo! account or GMail account (or @mac.com aaccount or whatever else email account I have whereever I've left them). While I archive my tweets, I haven't integrated them locally yet. The lack of keeping my own data is one of the reasons I dropped Facebook. At least Google has the Data Liberation movement.

So, this project? This project is awesome in two ways: Jaisen is working out of the Dojo, and it's all about owning your own data. This excites me beyond belief.

And if it has a decent API where I can post from my phone or command line, well, then, hot damn!

So, while Jackson and I were throwing (but not up), Annie and Bella were wandering around the fields. I was keeping an eye on the two dogs are we were tossing, and eventually needed to go fetch Annie who had run far enough away from the two of us that I was uncomfortable. I convinced Jackson to huck the disc as far as he could in Annie's general direction, while I chased it down. I would then throw the disc short for him to run on to. in this way, we moved closer to Annie while still throwing.

Annie was a good girl, to my surprise, and stopped when I approached her.

She never does that.

She sat there, and looked at me. I stood there, and looked at her, pondering what dog this was and what had she done with the real Annie.

After a few moments, I reached down to grab her collar, realizing I had left her leash over by our stuff on the other side of the field. I started walking Annie in the direction I wanted her to go, and hunched moved with her for a number of meters.

When I let her go, instead of continuing to be a good dog, her true plan was revealed.

She bolted.

ARGH!

I ended up running back to our stuff as fast as I could to pick up Annie's leash, then sprinting back to Annie on the other side of the field to capture her, then around the field as she avoided me, then back to our stuff where Jackson was waiting. He sat by our stuff watching me run back and forth and back again, Annie finally leashed up with me the second time. When I arrived back near him, he picked up my camera. I was too tired to notice really:

I was tickled, however, when Jackson started taking pictures. He managed to take one of my favorites of me. I'm thinking of handing him one of my cameras to see what pictures he takes, what he thinks is important.

Currently, though, ugh. Tired.