Think about what you really miss. Do you really miss it or do you miss it for what it was…for what it used to be?

Alas, my potential roommate bailed on me.

Know anybody who is planning to move to the city soon?

Back to square one!

So I am having trouble deciding on an apartment in San Francisco. Go for the ones in a bad location, but a great update interior with the latest design and layout. Or go for the ones in a great location but horrible old old outdated interior?

After being spoiled so many years, I want to opt for the former. Even though I believe I will spend most of my time sleeping in the apartment rather than actually living there, the idea that I can comfortably return \”home\” is appealing. I want a place where I see as better than the office.

Today, I went to see a 2 bedroom/1 bath apartment right next to the muni. Great location, great shops nearby. But then I walked inside. It was ok..at first. The toilet was oddly in a separate room than the bathroom. I saw that the current tenants kept their electric toothbrushes in the kitchen. Only a few (two-pronged) outlets in each room. The second bedroom was more of an entrance to the laundry room the size of a small hallway. The lights flickered and the doorknobs were the old style. Doors had to be pushed shut rather than closed shut.

Some love the old style, but now I am thinking I may pay more for a modern style. Maybe.

Is apartment hunting about location, location, location?

The firt dvd player my parents bought ate a dvd and I struggled for 10 minutes with my poor weak right hand trying to make it spit out. The player–the only player that ignores regions, plays illegal vcds and dvds from overseas, play images and cds–was twisting its 3 dvd tray and tossed my Stand by Me dvd on top of the Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen dvd.

The dvd player likes to ignore my pushes on the remote too.

Yes, I admit I saw the latter. It was fun.

Why ever use a cellphone for internet?

I never thought to do so until today when I was looking at San Francisco apartments on craigslist. I brought my laptop so anytime my Macstumbler found an open network, I would yell stop. And as rapidly as possible, I would try to load the craigslist page I was trying to search.

Awkward. But I have this habit of hitting refresh over and over again even when the network didn\’t work the first, second and third time.

When is the moment that you stop saying yes and start saying no?

Observations on my commute to work from the East Bay, BayCHI meeting at PARC, picking up a friend and dropping him off at Belmont and dinner in downtown Mountain View:

\”How long did you wait?\” the question that has stumped me this year. What is the appropriate response when the one who asks the question has obliviously arrived late?

Punctuality varies from culture to culture. From the West to the East. From company to company. From school to school.

But when we say \”I waited here for 30 minutes\”, we are almost begging for an apology. Are we upset when we wait? Are we supposed to give others the benefit of the doubt? And in the end, I say that I was waiting for only a few minutes.

With the proliferation of cell phones, no such urgency is demanded anymore. But. I remember waiting in Berkeley for a friend. I said 7 pm and called him. He said he was just leaving and estimated an hour. So I found something to occupy myself. I called him again at 8 pm and it turned out he hadn\’t left yet. When he finally arrived at 10 pm, there was no regret but he implied that I should understand his culture–be flexible and work with his style of arrival. Right.

At one of my jobs, I stood outside in the cold Pittsburgh winter. I arrived exactly at 9 am, but hadn\’t received my keys yet. So I waited, rubbing my hands together, my nose turned bright red. They finally arrived about 15 minutes later and asked me how long I had waited. Despite my frozen deposition, I said, \”Oh, only a few minutes.\”

Nonetheless, I learned from my experience to arrive at a party 90 minutes late. That took 3 years to learn.

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