This morning at Cafe Trieste more than a few regulars were caught by surprise by the early showers leading to a cancelled tennis game and a hunt for a Chronicle. Cafe Trieste in particular and North Beach in general may be one the last places where more people read the paper on paper than any other format. I hope that never changes. Makes me and my notebooks feel even more at home even if there is WiFi and the odd laptop and iPad in use.
In my work (the activity for which I am paid the money that supports my life which includes lots of work for which I am richly rewarded but not paid) people in that rightly maligned tech space refer to people favorably as serial entrepreneurs. I want to ask if it's a cornflakes, frosted flakes, kind of story or a branflakes, raisin bran kind of story or some kind of GMO Couscous or quinoa involving a fish gene kind of story. But I don't. They already think I'm crazy, just not scary crazy. (Well maybe some think I am scary crazy...).
So for all of that a little of today's notebook...
Serials-Cereals
Grains of sand
Like flowers under glass.
Grains of wholeness
Separated kernels from husk.
Entrepreneurs all.
Inventors and tormentors,
Us all,
Prepare for the Fall.
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