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posts from 2024 / 09

  1. to the tune of I Should Be Allowed to Think

    I should be allowed to ninja edit my posts

  2. this morning’s spooky:

    on my third walking tour of Sunnyside, listening to the excellent https://cocaineandrhinestones.com episode on Rusty and Doug Kershaw ( https://cocaineandrhinestones.com/rusty-doug-kershaw-cajun-way) which in a surprise twist to me ends up being very much also about Neil Young’s On the Beach and Tyler Mahan Coe, the host, opens with a brief history of the acadian people and what’s my first turn on the walk? Acadia Street. Whoa.

    screenshot of pocketcasts on my phone that I took as I stopped to turn on Acadia

    a photograph of a concrete sidewalk ending at a concrete curb. to the right are the yellow bumpy ramp sidewalk cut that SF deploys everywhere, and at center, the concrete is stamped with the street name, as SF deploys these stamps at all intersections:ACADIA

  3. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_uMNrujMdJU watching this old Barry Harris lecture w/ a jazz group he’s teaching or rehearsing, and I’d always heard he was engaging but, wow. Not much chance I’m ever going to use this stuff but it has held my attention the entire time

    this one is mostly about coming in on the and, not rushing, using triplets, and other things.

    ‘jazz used to be about dancing’

  4. 22: “Doppelganger: A Trip Into the Mirror World”, by Naomi Klein

    Another one that I waited out thinking “eh, probably great but maybe I’ll pass” and then people I follow just kept citing it months and months later, so onto the pile it went. My first and not last Klein book, about significantly more than I expected.

    https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/138505710-doppelganger

    the cover of doppelganger, as i read it (in hardback, with the dust cover set atop the to-read pile). All cover text is a white grotesque over a full color author photo that is glitched (kinda like my own profile photo) into a few dozen horizontal bands and distorted along red, green, and blue shifts our of horizontal sync to the left and right. DoppelgangerA TRIP INTO THE MIRROR WORLDNaomiKlein

  5. I tend to buy clothes on ebay rather than dealing with retail—like thrifting with less effort and better selection (especially for bright colors and patterns). On the way to getting some other thing, I ended up impulse buying a pair of broadcloth pajamas and now I’m Ricky Ricardo morning-or-evening-scene pilled

    they are made of the same-ish material as bed sheets and the fit is very oversized so it feels like being in bed still. definitely beats the old sweat-pants-and-a-t-shirt thing i m o

  6. Realistic only very large.

    https://botsin.space/@NoveltyBot/113163637569597391

  7. photograph of a tree in san francisco in bernal heights changing fall colors presenting us with a lovely gradient from the top, where the leaves are golden orange with red edges, to the bottom, where they are still a vibrant green

  8. huh, I wonder if I can walk down here

    photograph of san francisco looking north-west from 100-ish Coleridge St downhill, down a driveway with a building to the left and a park to the right. IN the center is a store-bought STOP sign. Under the stop sign is a nice (I guess, if you have to have it) custom sign explaining that there is no way to get to Mission Street (the other side of this block) from here. To the right is a store-bought generic private property sign. At the bottom of the driveway, and this is the new thing, the residents have bought two foot high letters and spelled out PRIVATE PROPERTY along the fence at the bottom of their driveway. if you’ve been descending straight down the hill from Bernal, you’ve heretofore enjoyed:1. mid-block steps through a garden2. a half block of Emerelda Ave3. another set of mid-block steps through a garden4. another half block of Emerelda Ave5. another set of mid-block steps through a garden6. private property signs

    photograph of san francisco looking north-west from 100-ish Coleridge St downhill, from the same vantage point as the prior photo, but zoomed in on the two foot high letters and that spell out PRIVATE PROPERTY along the fence at the bottom of the driveway. it’d be cool if there was a zip line / gondola across to noe from somewhere along this dumb route.

  9. Floating Points, Pharoah Sanders & The London Symphony Orchestra - Promises [Movement 6]

    dang, this is still really great

  10. Look so-and-so, i know I’m being a complete stick in the mud here but I refuse to subscribe to a paper that runs editorial board opinion columns I disagree with on a regular basis, and it isn’t on principle, it’s discipline, it’s a boycott, that sort of thing

    [turning to break the fourth wall] that’s why I send my money to mission local and joe esk

  11. looks like we found the trail 2 ur moms house

    photograph of a hiking trail in thick fogon the left third of the photo, a muddy double-track meanders aheadon the right over grass and underbrush, front of trees in the forrest, a white corrugated plastic board sign is posted on two wiresand written along the left at an angle is something I can’t make out. in the middle, there is an arrow and hand written text I can read, above a tag I also can’t make out, which says:ꜛ2 urmomshouse-????

  12. by corollary, managers who do that are actually saying “hey, hey. will you play with me?”

  13. I need to find a band to play with, picking up a guitar at home just gets junior’s attention and then breaks the impulse to pick up the instrument in the first place, like a dog or cat vectoring in on the one person who isn’t into one or the other (which is also me usually), or like a helicopter manager ignoring the headphones and full screen doc or IDE for a “hey, do you got a second?”

    well, I didn’t, but I guess I have all day now, because, welp!

  14. making stuff once a week with perishables has really upped my kitchen hygiene; I p much don’t touch anything with my fingers anymore that I’m not about to cook and eat immediately, with the exception of salt

  15. blah blah blah “kindly" blah blah blah

    your foster parents are dead, lets go

    a screenshot from Terminator 2 of the T100 on the left and a young John Connor on the right. The T100 is on a pay phone talking to the T1000 at John Connor’s house, tricking the T1000 into admitting that it is not actually John’s foster-parent by asking after John’s dog but using the wrong name for itTERMINATOR (in John's voice) I'm right here. I'm fine. (to John, a whisper) What's the dog's name? JOHNMax.Terminator nods. Speaks into the phone.TERMINATORHey, Janelle, what's wrong with Wolfy? I can hear him barking. Is he okay? JANELLE (filtered) Wolfy's fine, honey. Where are you?Terminator unceremoniously hangs up the phone.Turns to John.TERMINATORYour foster parents are dead. Let's go.Terminator heads for the bike. John, shocked, stares after him.[pushing up glasses] This scene gets a lot of meme time but it’s also pretty funny because you would think the dumb ol’ T1000 would have been loaded with a pretty extensive dossier on John Connor that included the dog’s name.

  16. was still thinkin’ about that marg from a few weeks ago, and a then a friend in Marin gave us a few tomatoes from her garden.

    this one is topped with additional chiffonaded basil, and smoked sea salt

    I had pan fried some hot italian sausage (intending to pair with red onion slices and provolone instead of mozz) while the first two baked, for a third pizza, but this one was so good I didn’t even bother with it, and so I tossed the extra dough ball in the freezer

    photograph of a margherita neapolitan pizza on a large cutting board, fresh out of the oventhe pizza has charred bubbles on the cornicione, and is topped with with tomato sauce, mozzarella, basil, and a fan-circle of thin, orange slices of a fresh garden tomato, topped with additional chiffonaded basil, and smoked sea saltin the background, also on the cutting board is half of a similar pepperoni pizza

  17. Grandfather Hot Dog Stand

    https://botsin.space/@oldroadside/113091581104915225

  18. as a life-long “why on earth would I do that to myself?" and "what are they running from?” sayer coasting on the metabolism and cholesterol levels of youth, I finally, when I don’t need one, have a real excuse to not like running

  19. Worked my way up to a jogging a full mile over the past few weeks and, I guess my form was wrong, or my body wasn’t ready in spite of all the walking I do. I didn’t notice any one bad move but when I tried to repeat the mile jog a few days later and couldn’t make it a block.

    By the weekend, I had to bail a mile into a simple walk, and I’ve paused walks and strength training for at least a week while whatever is going on calms down.