Is this meme dead yet?

I am sure, like me, you, too, have been inundated by the photos of Senator Bernie Sanders sitting on a chair (wearing funky mittens) at Joe Biden’s presidential inauguration. It is a meme to the nth power. But when does a meme die? “When a meme breaks the online threshold and starts cropping up on cable news—or when your parents start dropping them in the family text chain,” points out Lifehacker. The average life of a meme is about four months, though lately, the speed with which memes spread and die has revved higher. The Bernie Mittens meme is not going away anytime — I got two new variants while sleeping. 


Bernie’s Day

About eight years ago, I woke up from my surgery, groggy and hazy. The beeps from machines sounded distant. The voices from the corridor outside the small private section of the intensive care unit at the UCSF were muted. I could hear the heavy rain against the window. I was thirsty. And yet all I can remember seeing a much younger President Obama declare victory in Iowa, though I couldn’t hear a single thing he said or even make out the screen clearly. I fell asleep again. I wouldn’t wake up for a while again, but I was sleeping with the idea that America could have a black president, one many thought didn’t have a chance to make it to the White House.

Yesterday, I was lying in bed, body aching, throat hurting and fever above the century point, watching Bernie Sanders make his speech – dignified and very clear


Rainy Tuesday 

No matter what Ann Peebles sings, there is nothing quite like being woken up by the tap-tap-tap of angry raindrops on the window. And that is how I woke up this morning, earlier that my usual 4:30 am. It gave me a lot of time to do things that I usually do at the end of the day: read, write, send messages and sometimes even sit still.

It was pouring in San Francisco today, though that might seem like a light drizzle in places that get a real monsoon. It is the kind of day when everyone goes a little nuts, especially driving around the city. Thank god I don’t drive; otherwise I would be overcome by some real road rage, thanks to those who drive when stupid. I can’t believe so many of them actually get driver’s licenses!

Tuesdays are my day to visit Palo Alto. That’s when our firm,