You know, it's not as easy as I hoped to find a converted warehouse in San Francisco, or even Oakland. We found a place in a old electroplating shop that has been completely gutted and redone. The unit has a huge, amazing window, which makes up for the Berber carpet and weird room layout. Sort of.
I'm on the hunt for something more industrial for next year so I can hack open clocks and spread metal shavings and sawdust with impunity. Performing vivisection on a gear box is not something I like doing on carpet, if only because cog shafts and gear teeth are not something you want embedded in your flooring.
But anyway, here is a shot of my new, gorgeous view of the Berkeley hills, with the Boy in for scale. Not bad. eh?