Random Scrap:
I first met Ken at the Borders of El Cerrito plaza. One of his profile photos was a picture of his Prius so I was naturally intrigued. We were browsing through the books and magazines with him making fun of People magazine. It was the same bookstore where I started to read a book a memoir of a blind man. We met again this time near his place in Folsom and then took a walk north through the streets of San Francisco all the way to the Fisherman's Wharf. It was one of a few more walks like that we were going to take together. He liked to talk about his ideas, how Facebook was going to take off to become a place where people share what they do and where they go. And how he was afraid of losing power in his fingers as to not being able to code and change the world. He was serious. We watched movies and played Blokus of Saturday nights. And we laughed. At the end things didn't work out. We were both drifting into different directions, his more clear than mine, but I'm glad we met at that particular junction of life.