Silicon Valley. Palo Alto. The birthplace of the hi-tech revolution. And depending who you are, this could also be your worse nightmare.
I’ve driven through Stanford and Palo Alto many times (my brother and other friends have gone to school here), but I didn’t realize that it was such a god-awfully developed suburb. I can’t explain what it is, but coming from a place like Berkeley – where I had to watch my back when traveling by night and navigate the notorious local bums by day – Stanford/Palo Alto just seems too washed out.
Indeed, leading up to my final Berkeley days I complained like an injured cow ready for euthanasia. The streets, the bums, the non-sensical city regulations, the crazies, the students, and on and on…
But now that I’m in the land of Berkeley’s ideological opposite – Stanford/Palo Alto – it’s like I’m trapped in no-man’s land. Weird. I think that means that Berkeley has grown on me, and frightening enough, I’ve gained some kind of enjoyment – maybe even pride – in my own abilities of self-defense and toleration of Berkeley-esque craziness! Snaps. But at the same time, Palo Alto is starting to grow on me. Things are just way too accessible here to be any good. So that makes this place TOO GOOD.
Yesterday I went to the biggest Safeway I ever encountered in my life. I didn’t know they could make regular supermarkets that big (without fooling itself into transformation into a Costco or Walmart). That Safeway is the one in Menlo Park on El Camino.
And whoa. So many luxury cars. Isn’t this supposed to be a college town? Oh ya, that’s right…it’s THAT kind of college town. Anyway, work has started for me, I’m slowly being schmoozed into the lifestyle of the corporate tech-yuppy…and that’s kinda what I expected. 401k’s, expense accounts, and tax deductions…here we go.