I'm staffing Fanime this year (as usual), and was wandering around the swap meet, looking at all the Japanese ephemera that people are trying to dump. I found myself thinking, "Wow, this reminds me of home."

Well, I guess that confirms that I still don't feel settled back in the US. :-/

I have to admit - this "Middle of May, high of 66, no sun" thing is making me rethink the wisdom of living in SF, especially since I haven't gone out worth a damn.

Month four of living in SF has started, and it hasn't been quite as I'd expected or would have liked. As it turns out, it requires rather a lot of walking to really get anywhere in the city - and the left heel pain I'd had since Japan, roughly three years ago? Yeah, that wasn't gout, that's an 18mm bone spur that I'd fractured in two places. And so I've been wearing an orthotic boot for the past two months; while the heel spur has gotten better, I've developed rather nasty plantar fasciitis in the other foot in compensating for the gimpiness of the boot. (It feels like the left foot is getting fasciitis as well; that's still better than walking on broken bone pieces, I suppose.) But in any case - it hurts to walk. I'm loth to walk more than about a quarter mile, as that's about the point where it starts getting noticeably painful; this restricts my going places options quite a bit. (That I'm to refrain from NSAIDs to help the bone-healing process doesn't help much, either.)

It's still better than living in Oakland without a car, admittedly - but I'm missing my mobility quite a bit, and am feeling kinda shut-in. And it's still cold. (Work's gotten better, although there's still a fair bit of drama swirling around; that it's relatively 'normal' drama is a good thing, I suppose.)

To protest the Oklahoma Senate bill outlawing the use of aborted fetuses in food, babymeat.com is going black, SOPA-style.

I've now been an official resident of San Francisco for an entire month! (Never mind that I've only been present here for about 20 days of that.) The learning curve isn't dissimilar to my foreign country experiences, albeit considerably gentler due to having lots of friends in the area and having worked in the city for the past couple of months.
My boxes o' stuff are currently in "X-ray hold with customs"; I have no idea what that means. It'd be nice if I could get things delivered sometime this week, but I'm not betting the farm on it. I do look forward to having more than ten days worth of clothes, though.
Wandered around Chinatown, since we had today off from work. It was a little weird to have the "pick out the one English speaker in a sea of foreign-language conversation" skill kick in.

Rest in peace, JD Falk.

Occupy Oakland's general strike is tomorrow; while I admit I'm tempted to show up with a spray bottle of Maalox tomorrow, I've got a bunch of meetings at work that I really need to attend. Maybe for the 5pm excitement, though....

In the unlikely event that there are people reading this journal and want to see my (recent) friends-only posts, comment here and I can add you. They're not terribly exciting; they mostly talk about work stuff that I don't feel like should be exposed to the world at large.

Day 2 of the new job is done, and I'm quite weary. Part of this is due to lack of sleep, partly having to be awake in the morning, partly the new environment, partly trying to absorb everything at once. In some ways, it's eerily reminiscent of my first days at Google, which is not terribly reassuring; more than once I've had the "Oh shit - am I really capable of doing this stuff?" reaction. Right now, it sounds like I'm more-or-less going to have to shadow the network ops guys for a while and figure out how to do their job before I can do the things I'm tasked with doing myself.

I should probably find another shrink sooner rather than later.

I start at Twitter on the 19th. With luck, I'll be able to move to San Francisco fairly soon, too. (Funny how landlords like their tenants to be employed.)