184 a story of looting bandits (and some politics)
Raccoons ate the figs I was drying.
Yesterday morning, I strung up a new batch and brought them out to dry, when I encountered the scene of the crime.
It was my fault. You're supposed to bring the figs inside at night, supposedly because of moisture, but clearly ye olde farmers knew there are other dangers lurking in the dark.
It looks like they enjoyed the figs, although they did leave a few behind. The "other dog" quickly took care of those.
Fingers crossed for the new bunch. They came inside last night.
Walked to the farmer's market yesterday.
This artist Fnnch and these honey bears are popping off in the pandemic. They're cute and nostalgic, and, IMHO, a bit photoshoppy.
Although from this mural you can see the artist can paint as well as hit print, so right on, honeybears!
Bike and pedestrian traffic was up. I'd say double what it has been. It's been long enough that I can't really even say what it compares to "before."
Mask wearing, while very prevalent, I would say is down a bit. Maybe people were psyched to have clean air to breath.
These parklets are more and more common, and again IMHO, excellent. It's fun to see how each restaurant expresses themselves. So much of dining out is the experience.
From the way the guards operate at this camp, it looks like there is a lot of pride in this (temporary?) community. Location, location, location.
FYI, you ain't getting in there.
File under: #singularitynot
Predictive algorithms combined with police harassment.
Or, busy work combined with punishing the poor.
Why does America have this fascination with shitting on the little guy?
And then piling it on?
Despite every evidence that all we're doing is making people miserable?
Miserable...
When I was a kid, I didn't realize that Footloose was based on reality.
File under: "lock her up"
Is Austria in Eastern Europe?
Had this little talk with Mrs. Snake.
As Rodney King once said, after getting brutalized by the LAPD, "why can't we all just get along?"
Oh, right, then we might see who is really getting one over on us.
"Quick, turn up the outrage machine, the peasants are at the gates."
And finally, yesterday I had someone ask how old the "other dog" is. Her face is greying, it started black. It's a breed thing. I told the person she's seven. "Oh, I thought she was older," they replied. It put the fear in me.
Enjoy life while you have it.
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