Mesa Morning

The sky is still dark as I crawl into the shower here at Wrigleyville West, but it is somehow comforting to hear the sounds of my neighbors stirring.

I face not the new day alone.


My San Diego Happy Place

There is something about Liberty Station that combines everything I love about San Diego. It’s peopled but not overpopulated. History is thick on the ground and in the air. The food and beverages are superb. And it is a delightful melange of military, the arts, retail, entertainment, work, play, outdoors and indoors.

And, of course, jet noise, an integral part of living in a city with a busy civilian airport and two of the Navy’s most important airfields anywhere. It’s the Sound of Freedom.

I could easily spend a week here. Perhaps I will.

First World Problem of the Day

Hotel room under the departure path at Lindbergh Field…$266

Dominos dinner delivered after a hungry day…$34

Watching myself eat my salad with my hands because neither the hotel nor Dominos had cutlery…PRICELESS

Note to self: always carry a spork, preferably the titanium one.


Happiness is catching the Fig Tree on a quiet morning at 7:30: coffee, granola, and quiet contemplation.


Red Eyes

I’m done with picking redeye flights for the sake of saving a few dollars. The circadian disruption is just brutal, leaving me with jet lag even when I’m flying from LA to Seattle.


I have PEK Hacked

90 minutes flat from my downtown Beijing hotel to the gate at Capital Airport. I’m chuffed.


Grande doppio

You don’t need a doppio espresso until you need one real bad.

I needed one real bad before my meetings in Shanghai this morning.