As soon as she said it, I remembered that people have talked about adopting a similar system in the bay area on BART and recognized my error. If the cop had simply said “women only" that would have helped!
posts from 2026 / 03
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rookie mistake but on my first ride on metro in mexico city a cop saw us on the platform and suggested we ride in a different car further down.
ok?
went walked down the platform as the train was approaching but hit a fence and couldn’t go further so got on. the cop followed and suggested the same, we were like ???.
Thankfully someone on the train spoke english and let us know my mistake.
“He’s saying that this is the women’s car and you need to get off and back on."
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completely unrelated to why I posted the O.P. originally but I’m pretty sure this cognitive error also contributes to a lot of boss gaslighting.
it is akin to universalizing your experiences and the preferences they inform, to universalize one experience you had as the norm. such a bummer when not used for love or other reproductive labors.
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I’ve considered using painters tape and sharpies, which are ready to hand in junior’s craft bin four feet away.
I’ve considered moving the milk from the fridge’s right-side french door to the left-side french door.
I’ve mostly just been frustrated though.
"I should post about how frustrated I get coping with this situation”, I think to myself, and then fail to remember to do, until just now.
What a weird impulse to have.
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The dairy we buy milk from now features an identical promotion on the rear panel and top closure (rear panel) of all of their gable-top cartons.
Given where the pour side of the gable is, and the fridge door side we keep our milk, and our family handedness, this creates an illusion where it appears that we have three identical open cartons in the fridge door when in fact we have half & half, whole milk, and 2% milk.
As a result, I feel insane every morning for about fifteen seconds.
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RE: https://framapiaf.org/@lo/116221130567315481
a nice Friday afternoon 1,000 yard stare moment of zen
👁️ 👁️
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https://nalasinephro.bandcamp.com/album/endlessness gm w/ Nala Sinephro’s “Endlessness”.
plucked this off a best jazz albums of ‘24 list and it is beautifully mellow spriitual jazz that reminds me instrumentation wise — synth, string ensemble, keys, sax, ( https://www.allmusic.com/album/endlessness-mw0004339978) — of Pharaoh Sanders’ record w/ Floating Points.
I will be checking out more Nala Sinephro.
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As per, my smooth brain just filters out lyrics so that’s lost on me but the band (which allmusic points out include members of the Dap-Kings, Antibalas, and El Michels Affair) really swings and the guitar parts are funky as hell. If the vocals aren’t your thing, look for the digital-only instrumental version, "Seahorse & The Storyteller Instrumentals & Echoes Of Avramina EP”, which qobuz has, so I assume other places do too.
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I end up craving Sean Lennon’s “Asterisms” album ( https://www.allmusic.com/album/asterisms-mw0004180789) enough in the evening that I’ve started drilling into the musicians on it and the first one to stick has been Michael Leonhart, trumpet player and leader in his own right, whose “Seahorse and the Storyteller” ( https://www.allmusic.com/album/seahorse-and-the-storyteller-mw0001977904) I’ve had on all weekend.
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🚶🏽♂️ 🚶🏽♂️ 🚶🏽♂️
🏁 what I’m considering Portola, bound by 280, San Bruno Ave (or 101 I guess?), Mansell St, McLaren Park, and uh, the Excelsior? The north ridge of Visitacion Knob?
Poor winter weather, always a two-bus transfer to get there and to get back, and strava glitching out by 101 more than once made this take a long time to complete.
I also started biking weekdays for cardio instead of walking, so I had to put off the far corner for weekends.
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RE: https://mastodon.palewi.re/@OldLAPhotos/116177989094501821
Howard Waldrop’s "Flatfeet!”
It’s important that bits that only one in a thousand or fewer people will get are also funny on their own merits but some days, not important enough to send to drafts.
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I push open the swinging half doors to the e-saloon. A clanker is supposedly playing the gameboy in the corner but we all know it’s a mod file on an unlicensed cartridge.
I spit e-tobacco juice into the trash can that has the words Recycling Bin hovering under it by the doors and a “ppoint!" effect plays. The label rotates to face me as I proceed to bar. That I don’t miss the can here tells me the “no aim bots" promise out front is phonier than an $3 NFT but at least mine’s workin’ again.
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“new incident response leitmotif” I thought to myself when the rhythm section joins in on the Sunflower Slow Drag with what makes me think of cartoon bubble-popping or spittoon spitting foley effects? holy moly https://ragger.bandcamp.com/album/euphonic-sounds
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just learned that Grimace is not the CEO of McDonalds.
