Me during quarantine: I should make sourdough bread.
Everyone else on twitter: I should make sourdough bread.
Looking for a quarantine activity? Try selling tarantulas to the raccoons that live down the street.
It's amazing how things have changed over the weekend. On Friday I boarded a plane in San Francisco---an area with a covid outbreak---and was only asked if I'd been in contact with people traveling in Italy/China/Iran. Today the border is closed to everyone except Canadians and Americans. People who cross the border are asked to self-quarantine for 14 days.
I’m on my way home a bit early from my internship. I’m truly fortunate my team was flexible in letting work from home in my real home.
Going to isolate myself for two weeks just to be safe.
It feels so good to be on a plane.
San Francisco International Airport → Edmonton International Airport
When everyone was scrambling buying beans and pasta, I bought a little extra toilet paper. I feel like a prescient crisis champion.
Today in corona WFH: matcha custard bun and a toasty pourover. All with a view of some fresh roasting.
Went to Tartine and got a big loaf of crusty country bread.
This painting isn’t just colourful: it’s an also an optical illusion. If you stare at it, it looks like there’s grey dots in the intersections.
I met some of my Canadian neighbors on a walk through golden gate park. Seems like I’m not the only one escaping the winter in sunny California.
Me and my new twitter friends going for ice cream at Salt & Straw after work.
The ice cream at Salt & Straw is described as some of the best in North America. That may be true, but it still doesn't hold a candle to the perfection of Mary's Milk Bar.
I wander the earth in search for an equally revelatory scoop.
I'm at my first Homebrew Website Club in three years, and It's the San Francisco Meetup in the Mozilla office! I feel like I've made a pilgrimage to a spiritual centre of the indieweb.
All of us indie-folks are really fortunate that the indieweb is such a warm and welcoming community.