Saturday, December 03, 2005
First Saturday in December

The sea is calm. The sky is blue. ... The traffic moves east and west on the Bay Bridge.
I always feel a bit sorry for the visitors who have only two days of their lives here in San Francisco and arrive and leave during a wet patch like we had earlier this week, when a couple days later the days look like this.

My favorite geophysicist/seismologist is due into town for the AGU meeting this week. Here's hoping that the weather holds for her.


: views from the Hill
Bertold Brecht:
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.