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Wow, what a full day! I took the train up to San Francisco, hung out at the park near the Metreon, went to the an Francisco Museum of Modern Art which I forgot was showing its high-tech exhibit "Art in Technological Times." (It was cool, but the most interesting exhibit there was actually a series of large-format photography that has to be seen to be appreciated.) Afterwards I ordered my favorite meal, Capellini, from a restaurant at the Metreon and tried to see Moulin Rouge, which unfortunately was sold out. So instead I went shopping at Macy's for some clothes I'll need for my employer's new dress code (more on that travesty in a later post). Then I walked over to Virgin Records to find new music to look for online, ordered some hot chocolate from the third-floor cafe, and from a window, watched the people below and read a book. Now if I were writing a personal ad, that's how I'd describe a perfect date. Too bad I was all by myself. That's not counting the train ride home, which I spent sitting next to a union-environmental activist who offered other passengers Sierra Club newsletters to pass the time. Suddenly, I gained a new appreciation for my MP3 player.