Jane Goldman Hates Me

Or if she doesn't, she should.

I talked my way into writing for hip new San Francisco magazine, Chow Mag headed by none other than the fabulously talented and competent Jane Goldman.

I sold her on the idea that I was a whiz at Organic Chemistry, a class I just completed at UC Berkeley Extension (and did well on, thank you very much). I was going to do science corner: all about nutrition, chemical interactions with non-stick coatings, and free radicals. Then, I disappeared for weeks and weeks. What can I say? I had to go on vacation.

Now the magazine is at the printer's. So I will have to wait for another opportunity to get between the covers (so to speak) with heavyweights like Anthony Bourdain. But it will happen. I am convinced.

I did not thrash my client's Web site today. And I got even more leads on work. Just goes to show what being professional can do for you. In the words of my anesthesiologist friend Susan, "I always follow the rules. And opportunities just keep coming my way, one after the other." Go figure.

Heading back to the city. It's 86 degrees on the peninsula today. That's 45 miles in an un-air-conditioned Honda Civic hatchback, to you. Can you say "sweaty?" Sure you can.

Oh Lord, won't you buy me...