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| 2006/10/18-21 [Recreation/Food] UID:44853 Activity:low |
10/18 I'm in SF for a few days from tomorrow onwards--does anyone know
a decent coffee/food type place easily reached with public transit
with free wireless & power jacks where I can work a bit? -John
\_ Panera Bread has free WiFi. Dunno if they have a store close
to where you will be at.
\_ Other than starbucks?
\_ Starbucks has free wireless?
\_ I just assumed that it did; I've never had the need
to use it though.
\_ I think it's via T-Mobile or Verizon or one of those ones
where you have to pay.
\_ Starbucks uses t-mobile, which you have to pay for. Last
I checked it was $10 for 1 day, though theres options for
more time for less $$.
\_ It's free in Santiago, which is why it's pretty much my
office (plus Chileans don't have decent coffee otherwise.)
I also thought it was $$ in the US, like in Europe. -John
\_ Where in Santiago? I spent two years there (93-94), and am
curious what it's like now. -emarkp
\_ We live in Las Condes / Plaza Peru. It's been
colder than a witch's left tit, and I've had nil
success business-wise and haven't made many friends,
so I have an understandably negative view of the
place. I find it has no concept, little culture, it's
pretty hideous architecturally, and I find Chileans
weird, distant and closed-off. That said, the view
is beautiful, there are some great restaurants and
when the weather's nice there are really cool places
to visit in the countryside. I'll be glad to give
you more info if you mail me @zog.net -John
\_ Amazing that a South American country would have
bad coffee.
\_ They pride themselves on not being really S.
Americans unlike all the smelly corrupt places
around them--and they're right, it's the country
place here that kinda functions. On the other hand
I have been told that "we are the {Germans, English}
of South America" in all seriousness. Draw your
own confusions about food & coffee. -John
\_ Off the topic, the AC Transit Transbay buses ARE public transit and
have power jacks, and there will be free wireless by the end of the
year. No open container beverages allowed though. |
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| zog.net The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day: The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play, And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same, A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game. The rest cling to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast; They thought, "If only Casey could but get a whack at that-- We'd put up even money now, with Casey at the bat." But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake, And the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake; So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat, For there seemed but little chance of Casey getting to the bat. But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all, And Blake, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball; And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred, There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn - hugging third. Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell; It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat, For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat. There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place; There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile lit Casey's face. And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat, No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat. Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt; Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt; Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip, Defiance flashed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip. And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air, And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there. Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped-- "That ain't my style," said Casey. From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar, Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore; And it's likely they'd had killed him had not Casey raised his hand. With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone; He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew; But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said "Strike two!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered "Fraud!" But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed. They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain, And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again. The sneer has fled from Casey's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate; And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go, And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow. Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright; The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light, And somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout; But there is no joy in Mudville-- great Casey has struck out. |