aside, while i’m mad-posting about cars
in the fall when I started these walks I was able to make up for morning routine interruptions by ending my day with a walk instead.
I had to knock that shit off after daylight savings because it is even unsafer than normal to be a pedestrian crossing streets as soon as the sun begins to set, and that just gets worse and worse hour over hour until the sun comes back up
I simultaneously A) dream about getting out of big business and opening a tiny pizza parlor and/or coffee shop as a worker owned business and B) have absolutely no respect for the “small business owner” class I would join doing so and don’t understand why anyone else does
it seems like cartels all the way down?
probably incredibly naive, making almost no attempt to map what I want to achievability, what I’d prefer is a municipalized neighborhood services plan where districts can establish their own priorities for rubber-stamp retail distribution so that I can open my pizza parlor as a city worker and union member (well, I’d be in management, so idk)
implementation could box rent seekers out out by acquiring all the retail property in neighborhoods and then sprinkling planned retail back into them
“Hi, welcome to the Munizza! How did you travel to our store today? Uh-huh? That’s great, and from about how far? Thanks so much, uh, what can I getchya?”
heather k, please help
our small business owners are being fattened on ice cream sugar cones, fudgesicles, rainbow sherbert pops, swirl lollys, and pastel mints and then gobbled up by witches whose houses are painted with those delicious treats and nobody is talking about it
please amplify this for your audience at the new yawk times, thanks in advance
—concerned in bernal
injured my left lat and/or trap yesterday lifting weights doing this compound move incorrectly
that’s right, i hurt myself shrugging
kinda annoying (to me, of me, and of-me-to-me) to read a great story and think “ah dang this was originally published in so-and-such maybe I should just subscribe to that to see those stories as they come out” but it always ends up being the atlantic or the new yorker or some other nonsense I can’t tolerate reading.
thanks for funding the arts, jerks!