Pointed at “smoker (current or ex)" (it’s true!) on the excuses list to get a covid booster today at Walgreens after getting a flu shot this morning at my local.
they did not make me prove it by demonstrating that I can roll my own, light one with a single match in heavy wind, blow rings, or french inhale but I would have been willing and able if required.
Some of this was made easier by walking the weekend of SF Pride, so that I could walk alley to alley across the numbered streets near Market with impunity because the roads were all closed.
I really want to walk the Portola but I’m gonna have to learn the bus transfers to even get there, so I’ll probably work through Hayes, the TL, FiDi, and North Beach first instead.
🏁 what I’m considering SOMA, Rincon Hill, and South Beach loosely and not accurately bound by 16th Street, Market Street the Embarcadero, and Mission Creek.
I don’t get to SOMA very often, and when I do it’s from Muni or a BART or whatever so it was mentally just a bunch of islands.
Lots and lots of half-block alleys to dead ends, and in fact I left the dead ends of Welsh St. from Fifth and Morris unwalked. Oh well.
I’m _(reason)not_drinking_so_much anymore so I’m getting rid of my all of my _(hobby)beer_home_brewing_gear all at once, so if you know anybody in (city and/or county)san_francisco who wants to _(ambitious and unlikely outcome)_come_pick_it_up, let me know.
Was looking to see if i had posted about how i managed to injure myself while prepping dinner a few years ago then, because last night i did it again, in almost exactly the same way.
well it turns out that i don’t think i posted about it, but this wish-it-was-a-ligature finger wag that i made up for some other thing was in the search results for “finger”
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very funny having the same injury that will take a month to heal a second time because I get to skip all the treatments that don’t work, and skip learning to not bump into it constantly, I just stop using that finger for anything.
Bespoke ace wrap over cloth >>>> any sticky band-aid for my skin type, band-aids just fall off and varieties only improve when not if.
and it’s funny to look backwards on cause-effect that I just disregard in realtime by applying the fundamental attribution error to myself
I sprained my right wrist and started doing a no-numbers body weight cut around the same time two weeks ago so I’ve been more clumsy (lack of calories) and handling things funny and bumping into things when I carry stuff w/ my dominant hand that has a sprained wrist so, no surprised that I eventually made a mistake with a kitchen tool with it.
one of our fiddle leaf’s started dropping leaves as they do a month ago and eventually dropped 90% of it’s leaves with the exception of three healthy branches. it looks terrible after like four years of amazing fitness in the same place.
it took me another month to remember that I on a whim used some “indoor house plant fertilizer” prior that I found under the sink on all the house plants prior to this happening.
Every time I walk past this house I’m like “Damn, I didn’t think people actually used More Windows (high color)”
Figure 1. a photograph of the front facade of a house in san francisco. the house is stucco or some other flat surface with a staircase first rising to the right, parallel to the house that then turns and rises to the left parallel to the house. The windows are black aluminum and double-hung with no shutters. The inner wall facade of the lower staircase is bright yellow and presents as an arrow wedge pointing right because the outer facade is the gray again. A decorative yellow line along the barn style roof pitch is also the same yellow.between first first and second story windows, the owner (I presume) has affixed the word HOPE in raised 2’ high all capital san serif letters painted the same dark gray as the house. I don’t know what is going on with that, but I’m getting hippie shit vibes, on the hippie/punk spectrum.Anyway, for more on More Windows (high color), check out https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xX9B_BYMXQE.
Made three cup last night and mistakenly used rice vinegar instead of rice wine.
given the sauce calls for two parts rice wine to one part soy sauce, this was a real mad-recipe-commentor’s-wildly-innappropriate-substitution, but it was kinda ok? but I also certainly won’t do it again.
junior balked immediately after devouring just enough to not be starving anymore and pivoted to desert.
