hen in San Francisco, I don’t just care about tech the week that the iPhone XXL (pronounced “thirty”) comes out. I constantly discuss what Elon said; want what Bezos wants; wait to hear if Sergey agrees; and wonder what Zuck saw.
When in San Francisco, I carry half of my wardrobe around in a magically extending tote bag, pulling out and tucking away scarves and sweaters as I traverse neighborhoods. I buy many pairs of expensive jeans and yoga pants, and exclusively wear flats. I eschew irons of both types—hair and clothing.
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