CLJ87: games edition! the future can be fun

Let's go back to this idea of claiming space. 

In the 20th century, the car claimed basically all of our public space. 

In the 21st century, that is changing.

How is as much a mystery to me as it is to you. Some people think running out of oil in a couple decades will do the trick. Some people want to #bancars right now. Some people think they're making an autonomous zone for human rights. Some people (ok, me) think our phones are weening us off them. 

Whatever it is, when the car goes away, there will be a real estate bonanza. And perhaps a bust, too, although I suspect much cheaper and more efficient replacements for personal rapid transportation are right around the corner, ones that will use less real estate to move more people more quickly, and keep suburban home values going for a while. (See my book "Self-Driving Mystery" for more on that, or read about my mom's pet project, solar PRT "Jpods.")


Let's play a game. It's called, 'choose a label, "law and order" or "terrorism."'


Let's play another game. It's called "secretary of looting says."

"Duh, the whole point of a secret slush fund is it's secret."

"Get back to work mninions."

Now I'll try:
"From my point of view as an expert, dear leader's right butt cheek is definitely more voluminous."

Uh, guys, if you haven't noticed, this whole three months of sheltering-in-place was basically to buy us a little time to all learn how to wear facemasks. Unfortunately, some of us are still learning.

Outdoor dining resumes this weekend in the city.

The first buddy I invited to return to the last spot I visited before lockdown suggested maybe we meet in one of our backyards instead.

The picture at top is from a skateboard event, "Bombing for BLM" or something like that. People flowed down Market Street, taking over a lane or more. More than a few over-flowed onto our street. I went out to snap these pictures after an hour of hearing skaters go by on the block behind us. Deb came home, and we were listening, and finally I said, "ok, it's been an hour, I guess they'll still be coming when I get there."

The lockdown on our street has been quiet for skateboarding. Normally we get a few groups a week bombing the popular "37 Corbett" route.  For the past few months, we've had individuals here and there, maybe a pair of skaters.

And then yesterday. Wow. 


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