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the streets of San Francisco - Episode 3

A pair of researchers virtual with the real problems that come to San Francisco overcoming the barriers to the sound of underpants and interfaces. After his move to a hotel by vigorous olfactory and have fed a delicious Moroccan delicacies, access to a scientific conference that serves as a composite preparation for the second night in California, which is composed of a moderate alcohol content and a trio of musical sextets of various kinds, which is the soundtrack to an unexpected encounter with two Canadian sisters who, although attracted by the charm of the Mediterranean, grant one by a guru indianeggiante and the other to the lead singer of the opening.

The day begins with a working lunch, a round table (named and in fact) on "3D and the web". The speech is washed down with cups of coffee a base (here say we proudly brew Starbucks Coffee , but I have yet to understand exactly what they are proud) and an abundant supply of bagels with cream cheese. Soon the talk slides on the topic of virtual environments, particularly Second Life, it seems, is becoming increasingly common and known to the layman: a Second Life, and in particular its use in museums, was devoted to a presentation, demonstration and lunch.
The proportion of women increases every day, in quantity and quality, although I must admit that the most courted all are a group of Italian (Milan area) that induce patriotic pride. Indeed, with improper delay, it turns out that the most interesting of all Milan is actually Romanian, but now the patriotic pride was gone and there was no way to stop him. The effects of jet lag while indiscriminate: I will not miss any sleep about four hours, I just caught the slot just to sleep.

At lunch time we decided to take a trip to Pier 39, a pier for the famous colony of sea lions are spontaneously raft on some barges moored there. To reach Pier 39 to Union Square we can take the cable car, tram or a "historic" but we realize with horror that there are thirty people in each row and cable cars stop coming and no one has a couple of seats left, so it risk spending the afternoon at the tram stop. As we reflect on whether to make a trek Sisyphus, stands before us a black limousine with tinted windows whose driver invites us to come aboard to take us to Pier 39 to the modest sum of 5 bucks each (the exact cost tram). There are 5 vacancies, where we sling I ciccio and 3 other tourists from Connecticut. On board there are already 6 other people, for a total of 11. Ciccio sits alongside two-like Michael Moore, one of which now button sticks with him as the driver repeatedly asked for silence to begin his speech. Nth Shut-Up Michael Moore rebels saying that he is speaking to his lawyer (or Ciccio), but the driver does not collect and start the show: for one thing puts us at ease by saying "I have collected because I were doing otherwise, but now looked like the homeless on the limo are great people, "and to prove it begins to lord it on the streets because" we enjoin on the limo. " I admit that the inside of the silt is slightly disappointing dominate three bottles on hand, a whiskey, brandy and one of nonsocosa, enTREmbe strictly empty, and a series of black leather seats, slightly frayed. In return, the driver is a showman, continues to make jokes and gives us a mini tour of the city, from Chinatown to the Italian quarter, up to this Pier 39. The showman collects the 5 bucks more for a tip on top (which is not a step of Charleston but, more prosaically, tip), with wit and thanks goes away.

The pier has the typical look of all moles, like Brighton to understand, and Pier 39 in particular offers a wide range of shops and restaurants for tourists, for color and layout, I vaguely recall the atmosphere of Camden Town. Only in Camden Town that you eat better, to give an idea. In order to save precious dollars, insulted us with a "chili dog" which is none other than a hot-dog seasoned with chili, and redundancies, as there seems to still be punished enough, collect a pretzel with cheese. We are confident in the quality of the evening buffet which should be reconciled with the world and the cuisine, and in the meantime we continue our exploratory stroll among shops magic Chocolate Heaven and other such amenities. After the ride we arrive at the terminus of the cable car which should bring us back to the center, provided you do about 45 minutes in a row. A bit 'for the charm of this tram, a bit' to save money for a taxi, we cover these three quarters of an hour we live in a row and this wonderful experience to go up the road in order to San Francisco aboard this funny contraption and surrounded by people of every gender and weight, rather I will tell you that among all leading to thinness and appearance suffered. What a wonderful feeling of legeressa!

Following the conference, a bus takes us far off center the Exploratorium, a kind of Museum of Science with interactive installations, site of the evening buffet. Ciccio and I now reveal that we belong to the subspecies of human engineers, as we try methodically almost all installations that illustrate the various mysteries and curiosities of physics. This makes us lose the start of the buffet which we arrive slightly late and almost all tables full. Not that there's lost much, of course: just know that, among all, which I think more decent tacos are the feud, which tasted Ciccio proclaims his opinion: bad. The variety and taste, however, compensates for the end sfanghiamo well this evening. In all these groups have been formed by now quite closed in which we labor to operate, given that we still do our presentation, which will be held the next day, and thus is at present two simple Scardaccione audience. One of the most interesting attractions is a room where a flash is fired up walls made of a material particular, can make permanent shadows. This allows me to confirm that the icon's "generic" Skype, which is a black silhouette on a white field, was obtained Undoubtedly the profile of Ciccio. Taking advantage of a general disappearance from outsiders, your heroes succumb to indecorous expressions can leave shadows unedifying, some of which there is photographic evidence that could destroy their reputations. As good unruly schoolchildren are among the last to leave this kind of cultural playground aftertaste, so that the head of the conference in person must come to invite us to leave the palace.

The bus takes us back to center and, before slipping into the arms of Morpheus, we allow ourselves a little walk in the neighborhood noting the awkward coexistence of two different souls of America: lines of people, Where's My Car jocks and pull in waiting to enter the most exclusive club in downtown San Francisco and, at a time, deprived of flocks of all kinds (but, alas, all the same color) in search of pennies to make ends meet.

Tomorrow we expect the presentation, a native brunch and Saturday Night Fever: let's see what happens ...