Here I go again.

Well.  What can I say.  I'm off doing weird and foolish things again.  I'm in San Francisco, somehow (actually Berkeley, but no one back east knows where Berkeley is).

 

How did I get here?  What am I doing out this way?  Am I safe? Am I warm? Is my belly full?  What happened to the brewery job?  What happened to the job as a professor?  What happened to the Calves?!?!?!

Well.  It's a long story.  But there's enough people wondering what's going on and asking me for updates that I have decided to resurrect the old blog.

I'll be leaving the older entries up with all their anger and naivete and resolution and adventures, but I'll be adding more again as I go.  And what's more I'll be updating a minimum of once per week for the foreseeable future, so that you guys don't have to worry so much.

Firstly, the most important answers: right now I am warm, safe, full, and rested.  I've also had coffee.

I stealth sleep in the back of my HHR panel van (they banished all the RVs from Berkeley).  It's tiny but comfy and I have just enough room to stretch out.  I honestly sleep better there than most of the houses I've slept in.

I eat cheap but good food and supplement it with the plums that are delicious and ripening all over the city.

At least twice a week I make the 20 minute drive out to the ocean for a pleasant dip in the bay followed by a quick shower.

I've learned which places have the clean public restrooms, and I make a point of leaving them cleaner than I find them by way of saying thanks.

I drove cross country (more about that later) and hit the greater Bay area on June the 25th.

Less than two weeks here and I've already gotten callbacks and phone interviews for several jobs I wouldn't mind working.  When I came out this way I didn't have anything more than the say-so of a old friend that, unlike the rust belt of Appalachia, there's work here that pays.  More on that later, too.

Call backs and interviews are all well and good, but we'll see what jobs actually end up on offer.

That's the first and the most important stuff.  I've got a little savings left, and I've got some backup plans.  For now, though, mostly what I have are a lot good wishes, and that heady mix of anxiety and anticipation that seems to suit me.

Stay tuned if you're curious,  and I'll tell you the rest.