From my house to yours, wishing you a safe, sweet, spicy and happy Halloweenie.
Friday, October 30, 2020
Thursday, October 29, 2020
Wednesday, October 28, 2020
The 150th night of BLM protests was Monday evening. I went to Cal Anderson for a bit to stand in solidarity. The CHOP garden continues to grow. There was a group of probably 100 right around 6pm, music bumping, rugby players dodging protesters and dog walkers. A chilly, festive feel.
Then the SPD began driving by the park, first in unmarked vehicles, then a squad car, which got jammed up northbound on 11th Avenue when a citizen's SUV drove southbound towards Pine. A slowdown and then protesters noticed the SPD vehicle and walked over. It was tense, and there was shouting. And then the cop moved on, steering with one hand and texting with the other.
Later, CHOP Gallery began projecting images against the ghastly concrete walls of the East Precinct. That night, images of Breonna Taylor and George Floyd. It's a beautiful idea.
Monday, October 26, 2020
This Tumblr post about medieval castles and why the staircases are tight spirals and favor right-handed fighters really entranced me. I've climbed a few of those staircases on sightseeing trips around England and Germany, and never really understood the thought process.
Is this why the steps at the Great Wall of China are also so uneven?
The shout out to the Kerr/Carr clan hit close to home. My great-grandmother was an amateur genealogist and she had us chasing cemeteries all over the Midwest looking for Kerrs.
Sunday, October 25, 2020
This post on masks is hilarious. Click the link to see an English translation.
I guess it's kind of comforting that countries besides the USA are dealing with covid-19 denial. Also, frustrating and frightening.
Saturday, October 24, 2020
My favorite coffee shop in Fremont, ETG--the owner roasts beans in house and they bake their own pastries--closed down in March. So did everyone else, except for Caffe Ladro and Starbucks, so I took my business mostly to Ladro. Last week, I got bunched up in a long line at Ladro with a guy close enough to breathe on me, who then asked me if I was in line (I said DUDE), and the guy behind him maskless and gawking around. I fled, sans coffee, and wondered today what I would do for coffee.
Reluctantly, today, I got Starbucks. The workers are actually cool guys--one plays in a band that's had gigs at Tim's Tavern--but still. I'd rather support a locally owned shop.
I walked towards my destination and spotted what looked like--could it be?--lights on at ETG.
Closer still, I saw the sandwich board out on the sidewalk.
ETG is back! I peered in through the plexiglass and saw the owner and her daughter. Welcome back! I shrieked, making them both jump. We chatted. They're only open Fridays and Saturdays for now.
Finally, some good news. ETG is back.
Go see 'em.