Tags: Glen Park, moving, photos, San Francisco
*Disclaimer: may not actually be exciting. This post is part 2 of 2 — you may want to check out part 1 first.
As we drove into San Francisco in our two separate cars, the first thing that struck me was the sheer number of little buildings. I couldn’t really look carefully since I was driving, and I definitely couldn’t take a photo. But all around us — on both sides of the highway and as far as we could see — it just seemed to be low rolling hills that were made of little houses. In most cities (I think?), that continuity is broken by apartment buildings and billboards and water towers and lots of structures of different heights. But for whatever reason — zoning and other government regulations, no doubt — all the buildings just formed a continuous gentle slope that looked like it matched the ground beneath it. It was very strange looking and almost alien. Not bad, really, just… surreal.
Eventually we got to the place we’re staying. It’s a little cottage in a neighborhood called Glen Park, and it’s situated sort of behind and below a pretty Victorian-style house. Since this is San Francisco, however, it’s of course on a big steep hill. It’s an interesting setup: the Victorian house at street level only appears to be 1 or 1.5 stories tall, but the land slopes away steeply as you go further away from the street. So from the car you walk down eight or ten steps to the area under the front porch, open a locked gate, then walk down ten more steps (which are much more rickety) under part of the house. Then you go down a straight section (where yesterday’s photo was taken) and come out from under the house, and then it’s down about ten more steps, and then you’re at the front door to the cottage. It wasn’t too terrible a distance or too strenuous a climb, but we weren’t relishing unloading our cars this way.
Happily, however, we knew that there was a cute little alley behind the row of houses. It’s an old-fashioned alley — the kind that runs parallel to the street and all the houses’ garages open up to it. After a while we also realized that our cottage seems to be a studio apartment over the free-standing garage that goes with the Victorian house — there’s a little internal staircase in the “cottage” that goes down to the alley below. It’s good for walking the dogs.
Anyway, so having just arrived with our two laden cars, we got the bright idea to pull our cars into the alley one at a time and then unload them via the single flight of stairs in the cottage — far easier than the trek from the street, which was nearly three stories tall. Since Blake’s car had most of the stuff, we decided to do his first, and I waited in the alley for him to drive around. It actually ended up taking quite a while — the entrance to the alley was a block or so away, and the tiny streets were technically two-way but certainly not big enough to turn a car around. But eventually he arrived and we got to work. The whole unloading part went pretty quickly, and we were psyched. It had been such a long day already, and with most of the unpacking done, surely it was just going to be downhill from there.
Unfortunately, we still had a few more obstacles. Once the car was empty, Blake drove forward and made the sad discovery that the alley was a dead end. And even worse, there was no cul-de-sac down there. It just ended in someone’s garage, and there was absolutely not enough room to turn around. So instead he had to start backing up, and it was probably a good eighth of a mile. Which wouldn’t have been so bad, but near the main road the alley started getting very curvy and narrow and hilly and full of pot holes. Apparently it hadn’t been too difficult driving in, but it was considerably less fun to back out of.
And next we had my car. Blake warned me about the length and unpleasantness of the alley, which I hadn’t yet seen, and we weighed our options. Eventually we decided that the trek from the street would still be worse than the complexity of navigating the alley backwards, and so off I went to bring my car around. To my dismay, the curviness and narrowness were even worse than I’d pictured, and I was starting to get a little nervous in advance. But I kept driving until I got to our building where Blake was waiting.
…at which point we discovered that we had locked ourselves out of the cottage. The back door had fallen closed and locked automatically, and there we both were in the alley — four stories and a several-minute walk from the path to the cottage’s front door. So we cursed our luck and Blake made the walk back around while I stayed with the car. As mentioned previously, the alley is definitely not wide enough for two cars to pass, so the entire time he was gone I kept nervously glancing at my rear-view mirror and hoping nobody was going to drive up behind me. Thankfully, nobody did, and after about eight minutes Blake reappeared from inside the cottage and everything was fine. (We hadn’t even been certain that the front door was still unlocked, so I was very relieved to see him.)
So we unloaded my car, which was even faster still, and then we began the arduous process of extricating it from the alley. But although Blake’s car couldn’t have turned around, a mini-driveway at the end of the alley looked more promising for my smaller car. So I put the top down for increased visibility, Blake climbed out to tell me exactly where the corners of my car were, and after about twelve minutes we were able to actually drive forward out of the alley. I think I could have done it backwards if necessary — especially with the top down so I could see everything — but it was certainly pleasant to drive out the way nature intended people to drive: facing forward.
After so much unloading, the cottage looked like a bomb had gone off in it. Every horizontal surface was full of stuff. As I’m writing this, 24 hours later, it looks substantially better but still pretty crowded. (This is why there are no photos of the cottage’s interior yet.) I hope to make it look a lot better in here while Blake’s at work tomorrow, and then maybe I’ll get a shot or two.
But the inside of the cottage really is cute. It’s about 400 square feet, but in that space they’ve squeezed a small couch, a small fridge, a small microwave, a small table and chairs, small bedside tables, a small closet, and a full-size oven. With no dishwasher, though, we aren’t going to attempt to make Thanksgiving dinner here. (We have restaurant reservations near Foster City.) The listing for this place said there were laundry facilities available, but it turns out that “available” means four blocks away in a laundromat (up and down a steep hill, of course). That’s a little irritating, but otherwise the place is great and the price is good.
So all in all we’re pretty pleased. The place is clean and cute and meets almost all our needs. We had a lovely dinner at an upscale pizza place a few blocks away, and I think it will be fun living in San Francisco for a short time. It’s funny; walking around here, I can see why people love it — but I’m also very glad that we’re not going to be living here permanently. I’ll have to expand on that in another post, however, because now it’s time to relax.
Tags: California, Half Moon Bay, moving, Pacific ocean, Pacifica, photos, San Bruno, San Francisco
Today Blake and I packed up our stuff from the corporate housing in San Bruno and drove fifteen minutes to San Francisco. (We rented a little cottage here for ten days until our apartment in Foster City is ready.) It’s actually been a pretty eventful day.
For the last 90 minutes we’ve been listening to something we haven’t heard in a long time: the sound of rain on the roof. You’d think we’d have encountered that frequently in Seattle, but we were on the second floor of a five-story building — well insulated from charming rainy roof sounds. The rare hard rain would occasionally pitter-pat against our window, but not that frequently. I guess the last time we heard this was in our house in Austin. It’s cozy.
Adding to the coze is the intermittent gentle bonking of the south-facing window. Every time the wind blows, it bonks around a little in its frame and I think, “Hm? What’s that?” Then an instant later I remember it’s the wind outside and we’re warm in here, and I feel even cozier. I’m sure I’ll get used to it in an hour or two — it’s not unpleasant.
Anyhow, here we are after an exhausting day. We started out at the crack of 8 a.m., which is pretty early for us, and began loading the car and doing some last-minute cleaning. (We’d loaded as much as possible last night, but there was still quite a collection of bags and stuff to go this morning.) When we moved in last month there was a fantastic large orange cart — big, like the ones at Home Depot — which made our move-in process take about 30 minutes tops. Maybe two trips max. We had to take an elevator from the parking garage to our floor, so the cart was invaluable.
But yesterday when I went to retrieve the cart to load some stuff, I couldn’t find it. I walked all around the garage, looked high and low, but it was nowhere to be found — or any of the four others which are often sitting there when I come home with a trunk full of groceries. Then, just as I was about to give up, I spied one cart sitting forlornly in a dusty corner. It was pretty sad — dirty, small, in cosmetic disrepair, and just altogether not very good. But it had wheels that worked, and that was good enough for me. So the cart and I rolled back towards the elevator.
Just as I was about to press the button, however, an apartment employee stopped me with some bad news: the carts had all apparently been stolen from nearby stores and were being returned. And the ones that weren’t stolen or whose sources were unknown — like my poor little cart I’d found — well, they were being thrown away. After a little discussion it became apparent that the carts were mostly being removed because people bonked them into walls and made little marks, which seemed like a pretty crappy reason. As Blake pointed out, they could just buy two carts with corner guards and they’d have happy residents and clean walls.
But no, this guy really wanted me to leave the cart so he could throw it away! I told him we were leaving the next morning, and after much effort I convinced him to delay its demise for 24 more hours. It was pretty irritating in the first place, because that apartment would suck without a way to get stuff upstairs, but c’est la vie. At least we won’t be living there anymore.
But anyway, the whole point of this side story is that it took us nearly three hours to load the car and get ready to go — even though we had only one carload of stuff. The cart was like a long narrow trapezoid, but it was smaller than a regular grocery cart. I couldn’t even fit a banker’s box in there because the cart was so narrow! So we took stuff down, trip after trip, waiting for the elevator twice per trip, and it took forever. Each trip was easy because the cart sure wasn’t heavy and there was little stuff to move each time, but it just sort of dragged on and on.
Once we got everything packed, we had a lot of time to kill. Apartment checkout was 11 a.m., but our place in San Francisco wasn’t available til 3. So we had two cars full of worldly possessions, two people, two dogs, and a bag or two of perishable groceries — with no place to go.
Except we kind of had a place to go because we had known this was going to happen. So we dropped off Blake’s car at a safe shopping center and then headed over the Santa Cruz mountains to the charming town of Pacifica. It’s pretty quaint and very beautiful and right on the Pacific, so we mostly just walked around with the dogs and soaked up the sunny beachy views. Here are some nice shots of Pacifica, and the story continues (briefly) afterwards:
After that we headed south on highway 1 to Half Moon Bay, and I think I can wholeheartedly describe the drive between the two cities as “stunning.” Simply one of the most incredible stretches of road I have ever seen — amazing ocean views and trees and land and surf and surfers and boats. It was amazing and beautiful, and everybody who comes to visit us will definitely get a trip there. Northern California is really something.
After a few hours of that, we headed back to San Bruno to pick up Blake’s car and continued north to San Francisco. And that seems like a good place to stop for now. To be continued in part 2!
Tags: apartment, California, Foster City, moving, photos
So as some of you may recall from an earlier post, our new apartment is in Foster City. And it turns out that Foster City is really cool! When I found the apartment I had no idea what a great place it was, but now I just keep finding out more and more spiffy things about it. We’re not moving in until the end of November, so I’ve got a good two weeks to keep being excited.
Let’s just get right down to the cool things about it. First of all, here’s what it looks like:
Cool, huh? Coincidentally, the last time I flew into San Jose (at which point I knew nothing about the area), I noted Foster City from the air and thought it looked really cool. “Gee,” I said to myself, “I bet that place is neat. It looks so cool but it’s probably a kajillion dollars to live there.” (As it turns out, it is a kajillion dollars by anywhere-else standards, but by Silicon Valley standards it’s pretty reasonable.)
As you can probably infer from the photo, Foster City is a planned city. It was built by a guy (whose last name was Foster) in the 1960s. It has a planned-city feel to it, too — the roads are gently curving and have beautiful medians and lovely views of the bay and the lagoon. And there’s water everywhere – the city is 19.8 square miles and only 3.8 of them are land! Our little apartment complex has a man-made lagoon snaking through it with willow trees and fountains and cute bridges. It’s adorable.
And the town seems really… nice. As you drive through it it just feels clean and orderly. There are no plastic bags blowing against chain-link fences. There are no unsightly bags of trash or appliances sitting on a porch or tacky-looking houses or businesses or cars. There are no crazy people causing disturbances or pooping in the street. But at the same time, the town feels very real and homey and non-fake. The houses are all different (and have an average cost of $800K!) and interesting and nice and you don’t feel like you’re in a white-washed fake Pleasantville. It’s neat.
Before we signed the papers at the apartment complex, I asked the leasing agent if they ever had car break-ins. This is a question I ask routinely when evaluating apartment complexes, and the answer is virtually always some variant of “Well, every place has break-ins sometimes – especially if you leave stuff in your car.” (In fact, given that the answers are almost always the same, I don’t know why I keep asking.) But instead she said “Oh, I don’t think so. I’ve been here for a year or so and there haven’t been any while I’ve been here. In fact, in Foster City there’s sort of a running joke that the cops here are really bored. There’s hardly any crime, so they have nothing to do all day long except drive around. Just make sure you come to a complete stop at stop signs!”
That sounded pretty good, and once I thought about it I could see that crime wasn’t a problem: every balcony had chairs and tables and wind chimes and other pretty things. Anybody could have walked off with the stuff if they’d been so inclined, but it clearly wasn’t a problem here. Later I looked at the Wikipedia page and discovered that Foster City is one of the safest places in the country — with a murder rate of one per decade.
As if Foster City weren’t great enough already, it also has a bunch of lovely features: a walking/biking trail that surrounds the whole town (shown above next to our complex’s parking lot), an abundance of parks and other recreational areas, a public amphitheater with oodles of free summertime events and a beautiful lagoon where you can rent canoes and kayaks and boats and the like. Oh yeah, and the city takes care of keeping the mosquito population under control. If they’re going to take our tax dollars anyway, that is at least a benefit I will enjoy! And Foster City is within a comfortable distance of San Bruno, so Blake can take his motorcycle in our charming (and frequent) sunny weather.
And finally, our apartment itself looks really great. It was built in the 80s, I believe, but they’re being totally refurbished. The new kitchen looks beautiful and there’s laminate wood flooring everywhere except the bedrooms. Our little patio has enough space for the dogs to do their business — no more waiting for them to poop in the tea garden on cold nights! — and it looks out on a private mini-lagoon. The whole complex is surrounded by beautiful trees and flowers and it’s just… lovely.
As a funny side note, many of Blake’s youthful and single coworkers eschew Foster City because it’s too suburb-y. It’s full of families and yuppies and people who don’t go out to bars and wear hipster glasses. They all live in San Francisco and drink expensive coffees and listen to music so cool that we’ve probably never heard of it. And they don’t live in Foster City and they don’t want to. =) Which is fine with us — we’ve done the city thing, and it was really fun. But we’re ready to live in a place where it’s quiet at night and the streets are clean and you can park for free and there are Cheesecake Factories and malls and nobody plays a vuvuzela on the sidewalk at 1 a.m. We like suburbia.
Anyway, we’re very excited.
Tags: airbnb, apartment, Blake, California, moving, photos, Plus Relocation, Silicon Valley, Startups
Since we arrived on October 20, we’ve actually been pretty busy. Here’s what’s been going on:
Blake went to Startup School. Many of you know that Blake would like to start a company, and Silicon Valley is of course the best place to do that. Startup School is a free two-day event where famous successful entrepreneurs come and speak to people (like Blake) who would like to be famous successful entrepreneurs. The event is hosted by a famous startup funding firm called Y Combinator. It’s invitation only, though, and only a few hundred people are accepted out of (I believe) thousands of applicants. Which makes it pretty nifty that they invited him!
I would have liked to go also, but due to a miscommunication between me and Blake, I thought I was covered by his application but I wasn’t. So I stayed at home while he got to listen to Mark Zuckerberg, Marc Andreessen (founder of Netscape and other things), Max Levchin (cofounder of PayPal and other things), Mark Pincus (founder of Zynga – creator of Farmville), Ashton Kutcher (the actor — who is apparently a big investor in tech startups), and many other famous people who are less well-known if you aren’t into startups. I was pretty jealous.
Apartment hunting. For those of you who haven’t heard, we finally, finally, finally sold our house in Austin. Coincidentally, we were actually in Austin for the closing date when my friend Beth got married in September, so we didn’t have to mess with faxing and notary publics and other inconveniences. Also, as my regular readers know, we came very close to buying a house in Seattle. If we had done that we’d now be in the same situation that we were before: moving to a new city and paying rent there while also having a house payment back where we used to live and trying to sell from afar. As a result, we’re feeling a bit reluctant to jump into another house right now. (Like many people.)
Additionally, since we plan to stay in California for a while and houses here are insanely expensive, we don’t want to buy a house until we know the area a lot better. Like, in a year or two. A series of mopey news articles continue to inform me that the housing market will still be crappy by then (for sellers), so maybe we can get an inexpensive $1.6 million house for only $700K. (Seriously, housing here is SO pricey!)
Anyway, this is an extremely roundabout way of saying that we decided to find an apartment here instead of jumping into house hunting the way we did in Seattle. Google covers thirty days of temporary housing, which means that we’ll be out of here on November 19.
So we spent much of our first two weeks driving around looking at rental houses and apartments. We had four main constraints: under $2000/month, some sort of fenced-in yard (so we won’t have to walk the dogs), at least 1000 square feet (so we can fit all our stuff in), and within 35 minutes of YouTube. Sadly, this mythical paradise of an apartment just doesn’t exist in Silicon Valley — at least, not at that price. After searching in vain for days and days, we slowly inched up our max rent until we found a place for $2240 — which increases to $2340 after pet rent. The place is lovely and is in the also-lovely town of Foster City, but I’ll talk about that more in a future post.
Arguing with Plus Relocation. Google contracts with a relocation company called Plus Relocation, and they manage a series of other move-related contractors — the people who ship our cars, the guys who pack and load our stuff onto a truck, the people who handle our temporary housing here in CA, and etc. Plus has mostly been great throughout the move, but they kind of screwed us over at the end. They accidentally gave us incorrect information that was going to cost us six or seven hundred dollars, and then they were unwilling to make it up to us even though they admitted it was their mistake. I may go into the details in another post, but every time I think about writing it my smile turns into a frown and I become irritated all over again. So we’ll see. But it’s taken a lot of time to argue with them on the phone, write emails explaining our circumstances, and etc. It’s been very frustrating and time-consuming and has somewhat tarnished what was otherwise a charming stay in our temporary housing.
Finding a place to stay until November 29. Our little dispute with Plus is related to the fact that our new apartment in Foster City won’t be available until November 29 but our temporary housing expires ten days earlier on November 19. As a result, we’ve had to scramble to find some place to stay — for a carload of stuff and two dogs — for ten days over Thanksgiving. Now obviously there are places to stay in this area, but they all cost a kajillion dollars. In the end we found a place using Airbnb.com that looks pretty nice: it’s a mother-in-law suite in a Victorian house on the south side of San Francisco. There’s a little kitchen and they take dogs and it looks great in the photos, so I think it should be pretty fun to stay there for ten days. We finally booked that this past Wednesday night, and now we can finally relax. Before we had that lined up, there was always the nagging feeling of us having no place to go and the clock ticking on our time here.
So now there are no nagging problems to be dealt with, which is fantastic. We can truly relax for our last week in temporary housing before heading to SF.
Tags: California, diagrams, maps, Mountain View, San Francisco, San Jose, Silicon Valley, temperature, weather
Once we decided to move to California, I started looking at the weather in detail to help choose a place to live. This actually turned out to be very complicated (but very interesting) because the Bay area has many microclimates. (According to Wikipedia, a microclimate is a local atmospheric zone where the climate differs from the surrounding area.)
A warning: this whole post is about weather. If you aren’t interested in weather, you may want to just give this one a miss.
For example, let’s look at three different cities that span all of Silicon Valley:
San Francisco – 22 inches of rain per year:
Mountain View – 15 inches of rain per year:
San Jose – 15 inches of rain per year:
The differences are especially noticeable in the summer: in August, San Francisco’s average high is only 69 compared to Mountain View’s 79 and to San Jose’s 87. Which might not seem that unreasonable until you realize how close they all are — SF and SJ are only an hour apart and have a difference of almost twenty degrees!
So what’s going on? Why the microclimates, and how can we use this information to make sure we live someplace warm?
Well, let’s look at a map of the area:
Even though this is labeled, I’ll describe it anyway:
- The Santa Cruz mountain range (yellow arrows) runs NW and SE. On the map you can see that the southern “side” of it is all green with plants, whereas the northern side is much more brownish gray.
- Silicon Valley is the area between the red arrows.
- The San Francisco Bay is specified with blue arrows. The Golden Gate bridge is at its mouth to the Pacific on the west.
- The area on the NE side of the Bay is generally called the “east bay,” (green arrows) and several people have told us that it’s kind of a crappy area.
Now it just so happens that the weather in this part of the world generally comes up from the ocean to the southwest. So when cold and rain and clouds and etc. are blowing NE towards Silicon Valley, an interesting thing happens: they hit the Santa Cruz mountains. And just like a stunt motorcyclist who rides up a ramp, all the weather and precipitation from the ocean shoots way high up in the atmosphere and continues its northeast-ward path too far up to cause any rain. You can see evidence of this on the mountains themselves: on the ocean side, they’re all green and lush from where the rain constantly hits them. On the land side, though, it’s actually quite dry. (This area is called a rain shadow.)
Over time, of course, the weather drifts back down and begins raining on land, but by this time it has moved even further northeast and has missed Silicon Valley entirely. (A similar thing happens in Seattle, actually — downtown Seattle is in the rain shadow of mountains to the west, so it gets far less rain than many of its more easterly suburbs.)
But this is certainly not the only effect. Let’s look at another one:
As I said, the weather is heading NE from the Pacific. At the bottom of this image, you can see the last effect I discussed: the red arrows show the cold air moving NE and the orange arrows show the weather shooting up when it hits the mountains. But take another look at that mountain range: it pretty much stops at the town of Pacifica (slightly below the blue arrows near the middle of the map). This means that unlike Silicon Valley, San Francisco really has nothing to shield it from the chilly Pacific air. Consequently it is actually a pretty cool city (and it is even colder than Seattle some of the time even though SF is at a much lower latitude).
Once the cold air passes through San Francisco, it continues right across the Bay without any obstacles in its path. Then it hits the east bay and makes them colder and wetter as well. Not as cold, of course, because that weather has been warming up a little over the land, but still much colder than sheltered Silicon Valley.
Along similar lines, once that weather has come inland north of the Santa Cruz mountains, some of it will reach the northern part of Silicon Valley. In particular, San Bruno (where we are staying right now), Burlingame, and San Mateo are much cooler than San Jose (which is at the southeastern edge of Silicon Valley and can be seen two maps up from this one).
There are other effects at work here as well, but these are the main ones I’ve been able to find. I know practically nothing about weather, but this post is what I’ve been able to put together from an evening of reading various weather blogs. And I’m half writing this because nobody seems to have written an article like this before — this is the article I was trying to find and didn’t seem to exist. =)
So to generalize: San Francisco and the east bay are cold and wet. San Jose is warm and dry. The Silicon Valley cities between them vary more or less linearly.
We’re hoping to find an apartment in Foster City, which is still pretty warm despite being close to chilly San Bruno. Driving to Mountain View these days is lovely — I keep my top down all day and drive around without a coat and it almost makes me forget that there even is a cold Seattle where I couldn’t go jacket-free all summer long. It’s nice. =)
Tags: Bay area, California, earthquakes, maps, science, Silicon Valley
I have never felt an earthquake. I’ve always wanted to, but they somehow elude me. When I was four or five I remember coming home from school and being told an earthquake had just happened, but I was in the car and missed it. This has happened quite a lot, most recently this past October 20th — the very night we arrived in California from Seattle. We didn’t feel a thing. Furthermore, that earthquake was a magnitude 4 and it happened barely 20 miles away in Berkeley, CA, and we still missed it. Life is so unfair!
So tonight I decided to look at the earthquake record and see if there had been any more that we’d missed. Here is what I found:
352 earthquakes! And what’s more, that’s one week’s worth! I don’t know if everybody else knew about this, but I certainly didn’t. Not only that, a whole bunch of them were right here in the Bay area. (You can see the Bay on the map above on California’s coast about halfway between 35° and 40°.) There are at least ten or twelve there. Come on! Here’s a close up:
Everybody keeps telling me it’s inevitable, which I’m sure is true since we plan to live here for a good long while. But it is frustrating to think that there are so many and we haven’t even been able to notice them.
Also, in case any of you noticed that those two images have two different dates, it’s because one is showing UTC and the other is showing Pacific time.
Oh, and in unrelated news, I recently discovered that my blog contains ads. Those ads don’t show up for me as the owner of the blog, so I didn’t know about them til I looked at my own post on my phone just now. I wanted to let you all know that I’m not making money on you guys from those ads — this is a free WordPress blog, and they show their own ads and they get the money. Just so you know.
Finally, if you’d like to look at the earthquake record for your area, you can do so here: USGS Real-time Earthquake Record. Just click on the map for your state and see what’s been happening (or hasn’t been happening) near you.
Tags: Amazon, California, Google, work, youtube
So in my last post I sort of glossed over the exciting fact that Blake just got a job at Google. We were sort of sad to leave Amazon because Blake really liked his manager and his coworkers there. And furthermore, Blake really likes Amazon itself — how it makes decisions and solves problems and accomplishes things. So in a way we were sad to leave.
But this is Google. How can you pass that up?
We were a little wary of California’s infamous taxes, of which there are many. (Washington, like Texas, has no state income tax.) Fortunately, the salary they offered him accounts for that and still gives him a pay increase on top of that, which helped make the decision very easy. And of course the weather here is only about a million times better than Seattle’s weather, which will be wonderful. I really will miss the rain in Seattle — honestly, I’m not being sarcastic — but I just couldn’t take Seattle’s cold any more.
Blake will actually be working on YouTube, which is a part of Google. He’ll be working on the front-end user interface, which means that he’ll be directly dealing with what you see when you go to YouTube to watch a video. Everything except the actual video itself — the video player belongs to another team. His team works on everything else on the site.
Google’s global headquarters is in Mountain View, but YouTube actually has a separate campus in San Bruno. For those of you unfamiliar with the area, here is a quick primer:
In the map above, you can see San Francisco at the top of the peninsula in the upper-left corner. (That water to the left of it is the Pacific ocean.) In the lower right corner of the map is San Jose, and the area between the two is what’s known as Silicon Valley. (Silicon Valley is not an official place, it’s more like a colloquial term for this region.) On a day with no traffic, you can get from San Jose to San Francisco in about an hour.
Mountain View (where Google’s headquarters is) is outlined in blue, and San Bruno (where Blake works at the YouTube campus) is outlined in red. We will probably end up living in Foster City, which I’ve outlined in green, but I’ll talk more about that in another post. For the next few weeks we’re staying in San Bruno just a couple blocks from YouTube.
Though Blake will probably spend most of his time working in the YouTube office, he will sometimes need to go down to Mountain View for events. Conveniently, Google operates a spiderweb of shuttles that go all over this map, and so when Blake needs to do that he’ll take a comfy bus on the 35-minute drive instead of having to fight traffic himself.
Here’s a little video Google made about working at the YouTube office:
Or if you’d rather look at a bunch of photos instead, there are some nice ones here: YouTube Office in San Bruno.
It really seems like a nice place to work. They have a great cafeteria that provides free food for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, so I don’t make Hot Pockets for Blake in the morning anymore. The other day he had red velvet pancakes with cream cheese. For lunch it was a kobe beef burger, and all day long there is an endless supply of snacks and drinks in little bins all around the office. They even color code them — the red bins for things like Reese’s and Snickers, yellow bins for medium-healthy snacks, and green bins for low-calorie crackers or granola bars or fruit. Also we’re going to save like $60 per month because we won’t have to buy boxes and boxes of Diet Mountain Dew for Blake anymore. (He used to bring three to work every day, but now he’ll just get free ones from YouTube whenever he wants.)
In addition to the food, there’s also a nice big gym and a three-lane 25 meter pool. It sounds like a lot of the people on Blake’s team work out and swim regularly, so it’ll be easy for him to get into a healthy routine.
All in all, it sounds really great. We’re excited.