recology sanitation engineers have an off-the-books, for-charity, annual, competitions (regional and national), and one of the events is a timed wheel-can storage race (faster is better) judged by how interlocked the lids can be.

when any one lid can’t be opened on account of the engineer’s clever interleaving of a neighboring can’s lid’s lip, they call it “captured lid locking” (the technical term) and, they are scored on how many lids they can lock.

as in all sport, doping is a problem.

wtb a home assistant automation that will play theater bell chimes over every (sonos) speaker in the house five minutes before dinner is ready, again one minute before plating, and again as the ushers (me) close and lock the (imaginary) doors to the the dining room as I sit to dine with whoever has joined me for dinner.

entering my Townes Van Zandt era even though lyrics normally pass over my smooth brain like the colored smoke over an efficient wing in wind tunnel tests reminds me of getting into Elvis Costello years ago and telling a hipper friend of mine “wow, did you know his first few albums are like, incredible?” and getting in response a very deadpan “yes, that is generally the consensus.”

late-mid-century texas and bakersfield sounds are my jam lately, catching me by surprise.

[incredulously] Who did this!?

top of rack sourdough preferment and folds, bottom of rack primary fermentation overnight, easily more than doubled, let’s go.

🥹🥹🥹

Here’s how I plot out a potential walk before I go, sometimes: I use CityStride’s map pathing.

Other times, of course, I just wing it. But I’ve been bit by missing a block mid-neighborhood in places before and my sense of completionism drives me to go back, so this helps.

I’m also not completing every citystride “segment” so I ignore that mechanic - it includes a few alleys which aren’t actually open to the public and paths that don’t exist anymore.

area man who has been muted the entire video conference waves goodbye before closing the window even though his stream is hidden among the “+8" set of other people who have also been muted the entire video call

if the skin ain’t broke, you should not poke

being the adult in this tête-à-tête and, after feinting a few times with the fork in my right hand, simply plucking up the pan fried cherry tomato with my left hand and popping it into my mouth.

it is p funny to me that the dumbest people on earth who respect no one and no thing who bumble through life with least effort reactions damning all consequence are still participating in the meritocracy of J.D.s and Ivies and so on.

feels like every day we learn ”oh, so and so idiot is now the head of blah blah" and it’s their lawyer or something.

why the pretense? just appoint whoever, who cares at this point?