SO, I’m reading A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Geniusby David Eggers. I’m not done yet….

You know, I am always most excited about a book when I’m not done with it yet. Maybe I should always write the review about 3/4 of the way through. I would be a lot more excited than at the end, when I have already started another book.

Anyway, one of the parts of the book is how he is making a magazine in the ultra-hip San Francisco of the early 90’s.

Oh my god…Oh my god…Oh, the San Francisco Bay Area in the 90s…Was there ever a Nirvana or Shangri-La like that one? Oh, how wonderful it was!

I moved there in 95. It was ELECTRIFYING ! It was INCREDIBLE! everything was possible. the world was about the be flipped like a pancake, taking us from the gooey-sticky, bubbling side to the beautiful, crisp brown smooth side!

Start-ups, all kinds, money coming from the SKY (aka venture capitalists). I think I would have gone the entireity of my life and not known what a venture capitalist was, if I had not moved to the Bay area.

Oh it was wonderful! We were riding the wave, and the wave had no end. There was no limit.

Of course there was no limit! I thought I told you that we won’t stop thought I told you…What…why are you stopping?

Because it did. All those highly paid consultants that were my friends, the ones who swore they would never “drink the kool-aid” and become an employee are now employees.

IF they are lucky.