Typical San Francisco day, sipping coffee at an outdoor cafe on the cable car line, with an acquaintance from Los Angeles. We’re shooting the shit about life in San Francisco, the first dot com boom, whether life is “tactile” anymore, why the SF Ballet resembles a fortress (I posit that it is to protect a dying art form from the vagaries of tech bus riders), whether anyone under 30 knows they are supposed to surrender seats on busses for the elderly – without being asked.

At one point, he asks if I have a blog.

Not really, no.

“You should. You seem like a person who should have a blog.”

He’s a writer, so I guess he should know…

So. Does this count?