This Is Jamie

Kari and I had brunch with Jamie, who's in town from Portland for a yoga thing until Monday, at Pizzaiolo in Oakland this morning. Even though we only got to spend forty-five minutes together because I had to get back to the city in order to be on time for my team's first soccer game she made us laugh a bunch and used her iPad to take pictures and she is the crazy-go-awesomest.

Jamie and I met one another while working at Square in 2012 but didn't become friends until we were both staffed to work on a video shoot at an ice cream parlor in the Mission for a now-defunct Square product. We had spent the whole of that fourteen-hour day being delirious and goofy because we were so tired from our 5:00am call time and we've been close to very close friends ever since. Jamie, much like Ezra and Sam and oh-so-many other rad peeps in my life, is one of those wonderfully endless souls. She went to Harvard Westlake (with Jake Gyllenhaal) and studied art and dance at Brown and then earned an MBA from Berkeley and held marketing jobs at Square and then Pandora before bouncing out of the tech world to teach yoga and spend more time making sense of the human condition. She reads a ton and doesn't consume any alcohol or meat or very much sugar and she's obsessed with Rumi, the thirteenth century Sufi mystic, and she's a great listener and a loyal friend and her laugh is infectious and I really think the world of her.

Also, earlier this summer Jamie called me at work to tell me that she had just woken up from a dream in which the Golden Gate Bridge was a roller coaster that she was really scared to ride but did so anyway in order to get back to San Francisco from Marin and upon waking up from said dream she felt that it meant that she had finally conquered the Bay Area after spending ten years here and that she was going to move to Portland and adopt a dog, both of which she did last month. Oh, and a few years ago Jamie offered to drop Kari and I off on Berkeley's campus for a book thing with David Sedaris but she couldn't find her car (she loses her things sometimes) and when I asked her if it was in a parking lot her response was, "No, I think I left it in one of those open-air parking markets." to which I replied, "I'm pretty sure that you just very accurately described a parking lot."