Flying from SFO to Lima, Peru felt like what air travel used to be like in the states. I had two early flights and was served a full breakfast on each of them. It was still in-air cuisine, but hot eggs and crepes hit the spot after trying to sleep on the red eye to El Salvador. They even passed out pillows, blankets, headphones, and newspapers. Things I’ve only heard rumor of on domestic travel.
Thanks Taca International for tolerating my pitiful Spanish and getting two flights in early with all the comforts.
Coast of Lima, Perú from the Miraflores district. Football players, surfers, and paragliders enjoying the summer weather.
We had a good time. Also, I really need to get a haircut.
Photo: Code for America
This is quickly becoming my press clippings, but here’s a shot of me on stage at the Code for America Summit. It was a panel on what we learned working with the cities and the events that surprised us throughout the year.
Photo: Ryan Resella
I was quoted talking about Steve Jobs’ influence on entrepreneurs on the local NPR station. That’s one of the crazy things about San Francisco. I was just sitting in a coffee shop writing code and e-mails, when a random guy asked if he could interview me about Steve. Tech is so core to life in the city that this one coffee shop is packed with developers and startup entrepreneurs.
Some days it’s annoying, but most days I can’t believe this place actually exists.
I gave a product demo outside in a plaza filled with game pieces. That’s the weird Code for America hustle that happens when a city building has an alarm test. Later break-dancers were the post-presentation entertainment.
Photo: @stellargirl
I thought an essential part of learning how to interview was not to ask questions like “What’s your approach to dog breeding?”. I tried my best to choose the other option because I have a pretty good idea of “what’s involved in this process”. Apparently I’m wrong and the details are important.
Source: Corporate interview simulation
An obscure intranet page has a lonely hit counter. To add to the mockery it always shows 1. Sadly, I was excited when I thought I was the first person to ever see the page. Now I’m trapped in Thursday afternoon depression of voice mail and 1990’s web gadgets.