I’m fine. Just bruised. My Vespa starts beautifully. Just looks bad.
Kid driving an SUV with three of his buddies in the car turned left in front of me. Narrow road, no where I could go. A few more feet, and my brakes would have stopped me.
I’m fine. Just bruised. My Vespa starts beautifully. Just looks bad.
Kid driving an SUV with three of his buddies in the car turned left in front of me. Narrow road, no where I could go. A few more feet, and my brakes would have stopped me.
I decided to go on the Monkey Run ride to Port Townsend (via Whidbey Island–see the shamelessly stolen Google map right) yesterday. Monkey Run is a camping rally, and with my tent and sleeping bag in storage… no, it’s more that I was worried the Seattle scooter crowd would be as annoying as the San Francisco crowd, and I didn’t want to commit to an entire weekend with them until I knew. But I thought it would be fun to go a part of the way and scoot on Whidbey Island. I figured I would turn around before getting on the second ferry to Port Townsend.
I had trouble finding the starting point. There are, by my count, six distinct and unconnected Fifth Avenues in Seattle: northwest, northeast, west, south, southwest and normal. I discovered this useful fact the day after the ride. I was only able to find two Fifth Avenues on the map the morning of the ride, and neither was the right one. I finally stopped for directions 20 minutes before the ride was supposed to leave. Not that I was worried: I’ve never seen a scooter ride leave earlier than 20 minutes after the published starting time. Forty-five minutes late seems normal.
So I was more than a little bit shocked that, when I arrived 10 minutes before the published departure time, everyone was putting on their helmets and starting their scooters. I had barely enough time to run across the street, buy a Twix bar, and stuff one half of its chocolatey goodness in my gob before the ride took off (I hadn’t had breakfast yet and was planning to do so during the 30 to 40 minutes I expected to wait for the ride to start).
Then came the next bit of shock. Everyone rode calmly in two staggered lines just like they teach you. People weren’t jockeying for position or trying to get to the front of the pack at every stop sign. No one tried to gun through the center of the staggered lines, and no one raced past the pack in the shoulder. They were just riding.
Taking my scooter on the ferry to Whidbey Island was really cool. I’ve never had my scoot on a boat. Not much else to say about it, though.
At the Port Townsend ferry, three other riders–CJ, Kelly and Angelika–turned around and headed back to the city as well. Angelika told me that the Vespa Club of Seattle actually has rules on how to ride. I guess they enforce them somehow. It was great. CJ (unlike the San Francisco CJ, she is a woman and does not bleed two-stroke oil) also invited me to a scooter barbecue that evening. A barbecue at someone’s house in a nice neighborhood with a fantastic view, good (free) food, no annoying ska music, and conversations that went beyond the restoration of rusted out Vespa hulks from the 1960s.
Not that I’m opposed to restoration of rusted out Vespa hulks from the 1960s. I think that’s pretty cool. I just don’t want to talk about it for more than five minutes.
I think I may actually like this scooter crowd.
I mentioned a few bits of culture shock when I blogged about my first two days at Microsoft. This past week, I’ve almost become obsessed with the differences between the two companies. Yes, OK, there are some major business differences. But it’s the little things that blow my mind.
Here’s a sampling:
| Oracle | Microsoft | |
| Shoes | Dress leathers, brown or black. Definitely stylish and not conservative, but nothing that stands out either. On a casual day, new hiking boots or dark, spotless sneakers pass. | New hiking boots or dark, spotless sneakers are dressing up. Crocs and flip-flops are completely acceptable. |
| Pants | Dress Slacks or khakis. On a casual day with few meetings, neat jeans suffice. | While khakis and neat jeans are quite common, so are shorts and ripped jeans. |
| Shirts | Your standard button-down dress shirt. Tucked in. | Izods and T-shirts. Untucked. |
| Friday team activity | Lunch in the cafeteria. Maybe a trip to Marvin Gardens and a beer. | Snakes on a Plane in Seattle. Beers at either end. |
| Free drinks. in the cafeteria | Flavored sparkling water, sodas. | Sugar-free carbonated fruit drinks, fruit juice, sodas, Windows Vista-branded lemon-lime carbonated water. |
| Cafeteria dishes | Real plates | Polystyrene |
| Cafeteria cutlery | Steel | Plastic |
| Default meeting length | One hour | 30 minutes |
| Latest acceptable hour to propose starting a meeting at HQ | 4 p.m. | 5 p.m. |
| How the help desk refers to problems with beta software | Beta software | Dog food issues |
| Office or cube for individual contributors | Cube | Office (shared) |
| Recreational options | Huh? | Billiards, ping-pong, fooz-ball |
It’s so much fun!
Last night, I returned my rental car. Normally, this would be an unremarkable event. But as a new resident of Seattle, it proved to be quite a challenge. Why? Because I needed to fill up the tank up with gas. The map below is centered on the car return location in downtown Seattle (Belltown). The little squares represent gas stations. The entire area is two square miles.
I drove around for close to an hour in the middle of heavy rush-hour traffic. Fun, fun!
I wrote a check for an apartment yesterday. It’s not ideal: the lease is only for six months because the owners of the building are trying to sell. Worst-case scenario, I have to move again in six months.
But on the bright side, it’s an almost new building a mere 50 feet from the bus stop to Microsoft, and it’s in the heart of Capitol Hill. In fact, except for hardwood floors and another hundred square feet, it’s exactly what I want in the location I want. I just don’t want to have to move in six months.
I rationalize the miserably short lease term as follows:
So, assuming the background check clears, I have a new home come early September.
This weekend was my first trip to Portland. Mom had flown in from New Jersey to visit the girls and the kids, so I figured I might as well drive down so we could all spend a little bit of time together.
Ellie’s birthday is two weeks from now, and Grandma simply couldn’t wait to let Ellie open her gifts. Uncle Mike was in complete agreement.
Ellie got two dresses. As a clothes hound of long standing (half her life, in fact), she was ecstatic.
Just a few days before, Trish had told Ellie that there are dresses that one wears when one sleeps called nightgowns. This just made her eyes light up. A dress for the night, and one for the day!
Ellie was so excited about the two dresses from Grandma, that Trish told her one of them could be worn as a nightgown so she could wear it that very night.
Sunday morning, I awoke to Finn padding quietly around the house. He was trying to find Grandma or Trisd or Chanel. All three were missing in action, and the only other adult was asleep on the couch. Finn wasn’t particularly worried yet (there was an easily wakeable adult nearby), but he did have an interesting mixture of anxiety and curiosity.
Upon waking, I, of course, immediately took advantage of the situation and calmly informed Finn that I was going to eat him for breakfast, preferably as part of a Finn pie. He was pretty sure that I was joking, but not entirely… so, to put him at ease, I suggested that I could make Ellie souffle instead. They were not amused and it took me quite a while to realize it.
Yesterday was Day One at Microsoft. All day orientation. An interesting experience.
Part of the day included an incredibly detailed description of Microsoft’s health plan. Two hours. My new boss summarized the plan as "Microsoft pays for everything." After a point, hearing how this is covered and that is covered got a little dull: I started doing the crossword puzzle.
There was also a long discussion of Microsoft’s culture and perception in the marketplace. You know, tell us what your friends said when you announced you were off to Microsoft. "The Evil Empire. Now you’ll know what it’s like to live inside the Death Star. Who are you off to crush?" Then it went on to how the company wants to change that perception.
Showing up at the office today was a huge revelation as well. First off, everyone’s office is decorated. Posters, personal stuff, furniture. At Oracle, you aim to have only as much stuff as you can fit in one box: you just never know when the marketing "housecleaning" will take place. But you know it happens every couple of years.
The personal interaction was also completely different. There were only a few people at Oracle that I had a close enough relationship with that we would slide into the gutter, make off-color jokes, etc. And finding those people took months (well, except for Brian, but that’s because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut about… well, let’s just say I’d had a few drinks). I think it took five minutes for someone to crack the first wickedly off-color joke. This is such a more collegial, friendly company.
I think I’m going to like it.
I took a swing past several maritime sites in Seattle yesterday. I needed a break from stressing out about finding an apartment–which I had been handling by sitting in my temp housing watching TV for hours on end. Yeah, I shouldn’t be getting sucked in by TV, but I felt paralyzed–finding an apartment should be my number one priority, so I shouldn’t waste time on photography. Anyway, I forced myself out of it, and took some interesting, if uninspired pictures (gallery).
First stop was the Center for Wooden Boats, which is a tiny little point on Lake Union where hobbyists restore and maintain classic old wooden boats. There were some nice, brightly painted boats that made interesting photo subjects (although I didn’t quite get the repeating bow patterns I had hoped for).
Second stop was Fisherman’s Terminal, where Seattle’s commercial fishing fleet docks. Or, at least, where the smaller boats dock. Most had for-sale signs on them. I don’t think the industry is in that good shape. But the nets and ropes and anchors made for interesting patterns.
Last stop was the Hiram Chittenden Locks between Lake Union/Washington and Puget Sound. The interesting bit here was the fish ladder. One part of the ladder is equipped with windows, so you can see these 25-35 pound salmon swimming in circles, trying to get the strength up to leap the next step of the 20-plus step ladder to Lake Union on the way to their spawning grounds.

You can’t find everything on Craigslist. In San Francisco, you can find everything in life on Craigslist–furniture, apartment, job, lover, moving supplies, etc. There’s no need to go elsewhere. For me, that’s the place for apartments. I don’t think more than a handful of San Francisco apartments aren’t listed on Craigslist. I bought my scooter, found my apartment, sold my guitars and extra bike, found my roommate… all via Craigslist.
Here, I found six apartments in Capitol Hill on Craigslist within seven blocks of Bellevue and Olive, where the express bus to MSFT stops. Walking within just two blocks from said intersection, I found six buildings with "for rent" signs posted.
Of course, most of those buildings, it turned out, won’t know if they have anything to rent until 10-AUG-06, because tenants, apparently, only need to give twenty days’ notice. Even better, all these buildings expect to show their apartments during normal business hours, and not on weekends and evenings like in San Francsico.
So many little differences in the way things work…
Internet access is insanely expensive. FedEx Kinko’s charges $0.20 per minute. A coffee shop on Denny charges $0.14 per, but the first 30 minutes is free with a drink. This other copy place in Capitol Hill charges $0.10 per, which is the best I’ve found. I think I spent $24 yesterday for computer rental and internet access. True, I had more tasks than normal–from changing my address to getting my credit report to uploading pictures of Heather’s twenty-eight-clawed, polydactyl, skittle-picking-up, opposable-thumbed cat Darwin (only managed one, the connection at FedEx was SOOO slow).
At these prices, if you can’t afford the upfront cost of a computer, you simply can’t afford to access the internet. I’ve read about the "Digital Divide," but I never quite undestood the economics until computer-less and homeless in Seattle.