Thursday, November 30, 2017

Happy Birthday Mark Twain & Jonathan Swift: "We've all climbed aboard Huck's raft only to find ourselves beached in the land of the Yahoos"

From this Charlie Pierce piece on the abortion of a "tax bill" that the GOP is ramming through at near-light speed that sends trillions of dollars of national wealth upwards to Dark Money oligarchs and corporate interests while implementing a rightwing wish-list of social engineering that will radically reshape American society -- while our mentally ill president spews lies to the downwardly mobile white ethno-nationalistic rubes (i.e., his base) that he and his spawn won't benefit wildly.

These are lies fed to them by the vast rightwing political/media ecosystem to include Fox News, hate radio, and Breitbart American yahoo-fascism.

Excerpt (including spot-on Gulliver's Travels citation to start it):

"I desired that the Senate of Rome might appear before me in one large chamber, and a modern representative, in counterview, in another. The first seemed to be an assembly of heroes and demi-gods; the other, a knot of pedlars, pick-pockets, highwaymen, and bullies."

-- Jonathan Swift, Gulliver's Travels

November 30 happens to be the birthday shared, 150-odd years apart, by Jonathan Swift and Mark Twain. If some wealthy and interested soul wants to start a campaign to have November 30 declared an International Day of Righteous Scorn in their honor, I'm willing to chip in a pittance...

And, finally, getting back to Washington, there's promising new Batman villain Steve Mnuchin, who has assured us that he has an analysis showing that the Abomination of Desolation will bring upon us a golden age of jobs. As The New York Times reports, however, there’s one problem with this analysis. It may not exist. Or, as the Times delicately puts it, the analysis "proves elusive." As does Sasquatch.

Within this Pierce piece is the following New York Times article excerpt:

Mr. Mnuchin has promised that Treasury will release its analysis in full. Yet, just one day before the full Senate prepares to vote on a sweeping tax rewrite, the administration has yet to produce the type of economic analysis that it is citing as a reason to pass the tax cut.

Those inside Treasury's Office of Tax Policy, which Mr. Mnuchin has credited with running the models, say they have been largely shut out of the process and are not working on the type of detailed analysis that he has mentioned.

An economist at the Office of Tax Analysis, who spoke on the condition of anonymity so as not to jeopardize his job, said Treasury had not released a "dynamic" analysis showing that the tax plan would be paid for with economic growth because one did not exist.

Conclusion of the Pierce piece excerpt:

Thus, then, do we celebrate the birthdays of the Dean and the Old Fella. May their spirits walk among us, and may they do so soon, because we've all climbed aboard Huck's raft only to find ourselves beached in the land of the Yahoos.

A few other pieces of note on this topic (links embedded):

Paul Krugman: Republicans' Tax Lies Show the Rot Spreads Wide and Runs Deep

Jonathan Chait: How the GOP's Contempt for Democracy Will Pass Trump's Tax Cuts

The Chait one explains the delves into the far-right libertarian billionaire's lunatic tendency to compare the estate tax to the Holocaust of European Jewry, and why this degenerate belief dovetails well today with Paul Ryan-esque GOP orthodoxy.

OK, that's all for now. I just want to get this piece posted before midnight -- and the arrival of December 1st.


Tuesday, November 28, 2017

This Fall's Follies -OR- TrumpWorld's November No Timbre (Plus Some Sunday Unrelated Pics)

Exterior of 515 Prince Street, Alexandria, Va., 2:34PM November 26, 2017.

George Washington (yes, that one) is somehow involved in this plot of land -- if not the actual structure. You can't swing a tri-cornered hat hitting something like that in Old Town.

I took a solo walk on Sunday (my birthday) from King Street Metro down to the Potomac waterfront and thence -- after a nice lunch at Vola's Dockside Grill -- up the Mount Vernon bike trail to National Airport, where I cut the walk short as it was already dark. (I had a 45-minute phone conversation with my dad in Florida while on the bike path.)


The exterior of a yarn shop called Fibre Space at the "Y"-shaped intersection of Prince and Commerce Streets, Alexandra, Va., 2:14PM November 26, 2017.


I'm really sorry for a lack of meaningful updates the past several days. I wanted to post something last night after I got home from the gym, but it took a while to make dinner and I ended up getting caught up in the late night MeTV line up of shows -- and then was so tired, I just needed to go to sleep. 

Sidewalk, 200 block Prince Street, Alexandria, Va., 2:39PM November 26, 2017.

This is a side street that parallels chaotic King Street. Damn ginkgo trees -- well, the female ones. (Can't there be a lesbian ginkgo tree??) 


Tonight is a non-gym night. I'm still here at work late (quarter to 8PM), but I'm leaving shortly. I'm going to stop at one of my usual two places (most likely Trade). I should be home around 1030PM, but the odds that I'll be able to post an entry -- including the two I have in draft -- are iffy at best.

Another view of the sidewalk, 200 block Prince Street, Alexandria, 2:40PM November 26, 2017.

There were a boatload of pumpkins on or by the stoops of the Colonial era, super-duper expensive row houses along Prince Street.


It's not like there aren't numerous things I want to say -- and not just commentary on the latest Trump / GOP atrocities against humanity and nature. Those are a given. I read Charlie Pierce and Jonathan Chait daily plus Vox and Slate. That bizarre thing that that O'Keefe amoral pussy tried to do with the Washington Post is just hilarious -- but it won't make any difference. He's got the very deep-pocked sugar daddies, Fox News, and the rubes with him. That's all you need.

Too many closed epistemologically-closed infotainment bubbles.

Old Town Alexandria marina/waterfront, Alexandria, Va., 2:46PM November 26, 2017. 

I was going to try that Blackwall Hitch place but it was still serving Sunday brunch, which I most definitely did not want. The next door Chart House is obscenely overpriced. So instead I went to Vola's -- which, it turns out, has been there for about 18 months, except I never noticed it.


Inside Vola's Dockside Grill, Alexandria, Va., 3:35PM November 26, 2017.

It's a nice restaurant -- reasonably priced, good food, and an attentive and friendly staff including at the bar where I sat. Here is the website for it. (It includes a gallery of long-ago pictures of Old Town.)


Trump and his thuggish but breathtakingly incompetent gangster-ocracy are worse than ever in literally an infinity of ways while the cult-like GOP remains his ultimate enabler. That abortion of a tax giveaway to billionaires, corporate oligarchs, and Dark Money GOP donors everywhere at the expense of Trump's very own voters is on its way to passage. The Alabama Senate race will have no surprises despite having a lunatic child molester on the Republican side. In fact, that seems to be a plus down there (as long as the person isn't a Democrat). Oohh, and that Mick Mulvaney character -- he looks like a half-aborted crow that made it to adulthood. More to the point, he's hideous on the inside like anyone associated with Trump.

Holiday lights above the ritzy store-lined pedestrian walkway of Palmer Alley, CityCenterDC,
Washington, D.C., 6:15PM November 26, 2017.


There is also the weather, which is presently in a completely "weatherless" mode -- just sunshine and warmish temperatures for this time of year (highs in the 60s Fahrenheit including 61F at KDCA and 63F at KBWI). However, there is the prospect of a major pattern change to a colder and stormier one that could happen in about 7 to 10 days, but I'm not going to bet much on that.

An brightly illuminated outdoor Christmas tree at the edge of CityCenterDC, Washington, D.C.,
6:17PM November 26, 2017.

I had taken the Metro to Gallery Place / Chinatown and walked to Trade, where I met Fred.


OK, that's all for now. Again, apologies for the paucity of entries this week. 


Sunday, November 26, 2017

Four Dozen Years Old -OR- 48 and Counting ...

48 Years Old.

Today, I turned 48. Grrr ... I can't believe how frickin' old I am. That's, like, four DOZEN years old.

OK, there are numerous things I wanted to say, except I can't right now, and I'm going to sleep. I will try tomorrow.


Saturday, November 25, 2017

Jukebox Saturday Night for Nov. 25th, 2017: The I Think I Love You David Cassidy Remembrance Edition Plus Anita's Mystery & Nicky's Running Around Again -- All While I'm Turning 48 🙁

"Mystery" by Anita Baker from her album Rapture (1986)

You never can go wrong with Anita Baker.

As for Rapture, as the Keeper of All Knowledge states: In 1989, Rapture was ranked #36 on Rolling Stone's list of the 100 greatest albums from the 1980s. In retrospect, AllMusic's Alex Henderson said, "Rapture's tremendous success made it clear that there was still a sizeable market for adult-oriented, more traditional R&B singing."


"Running Around Again" by Nicky Holland from her self-titled album (1991)

The YouTube page from which I took the embedding code for this song states the following:

"This [song] and Lady Killer' both got heavy airplay back in 1992 on WLVE Love 94 in Miami, Florida. Nicky toured with Tears For Fears as a keyboard player and wrote songs for Oleta Adams."

I couldn't find a Wikipedia webpage for Ms. Holland -- only this Twitter page (the Facebook one wouldn't load). However, it appears she released an album entitled Nobody's Girl earlier this year based upon this review.


Finally, given the sad news of his passing this past week, it's only fitting that we end with this happy piece that was and forever will be his signature song ...

"I Think I Love You" by David Cassidy and The Partridge Family from album The Partridge Family Album (1970)

Yes, David Cassidy of The Partridge Family fame died this past Tuesday (Nov. 21st) at the age of 67 from liver failure even as he was suffering as well from kidney failure and dementia. He died the same week as the great Della Reese and the evil Charles Manson. (Reese and Manson both died on November 19th.)

David Cassidy performing in Miami in 2012.

I don't even like having to put Manson's existence -- let alone his death -- in the same sentence as those of Cassidy and Reese.

Interestingly, both the Washington Post and the New York Times main obituary articles for Cassidy used the same 1974 photo of him holding an umbrella on a rainy day in Paris:

By the way, that Post obituary for David Cassidy was really awful -- focusing heavily on how miserable he felt in the mid-1970s when he achieved such incredible fame, referencing his multiple marriages, stating that a "complete list of survivors was not immediately available," and ending with a quote from Cassidy given in a 2006 Times of London interview in which he said he goes around in a hat and glasses to avoid being recognized and exist in society "without being a freak."

Screw you, Harrison Smith, you Grim Reaper of a journalist.

The New York Times obituary -- linked here -- is much better.

Above: This is the clip from one of the episodes of The Partridge Family when the TV family group sang the song. In point of fact, the song -- written by Tony Romeo -- was only sung by Cassidy and his costar, Shirley Jones. (You mean, not even Susan Dey was singing??)

About that, I remember watching The Partridge Family back in the 1970s (when I was about 5 years old) -- and my stepfather, Ray, telling me that the other family band members weren't really singing, a concept I couldn't understand since they seemed to be singing ...

Anyway, my favorite part of the song:

Believe me, 
You really don't have to worry.
I only wanna make you happy. 
And if you say "Hey, go away," I will.
But I think better still I'd better stay around and love you.
Do you think I have a case?
Let me ask you to your face: 
Do you think you love me?

OK, that's all for now. I've decided to refrain from a Saturday Evening Post update since tomorrow -- Sunday, Nov. 26th -- is my birthday, and I'd like to post an entry instead then.

I turn 48. Sheesh.


Thursday, November 23, 2017

Thanksgiving 2017 in TrumpWorld: Finding a Gnostic Avatar

Thanksgiving night and I'm here at my mom's apartment in Glen Burnie. Earlier, we went to the American Legion hall in Severna Park for a ready-made Thanksgiving dinner. Right now, I'm trying to compose the remainder of my long-delayed South Carolina solar eclipse trip-themed entry while watching -- unplanned but my mom put it on -- the 2009 James Cameron-produced movie Avatar.

My only other time seeing this movie was in May 2012 -- and, at all places, Larry's Opium Den and Trap-House -- and, even then, I only saw the last half of it.

In its deeply Gnostic way, the movie features an amazing sci-fi fantasy tale of the barbaric devils obsessively seeking physical riches and power that collectively is Western man and, in order to achieve this satanic end, casually bringing genocide and ecocide all around them.

Historically, tihs was, of course, Europeans with their filthy gold lust. In the present-day world, it is the Trump oligarchical gangster-ocracy and corporate plutocrats everywhere. While deeply depressing (until the end), in its way it is ironically appropriate to watch on Thanksgiving.

And all so we can have the alleged demi-paradise that is America.

Sorry, this amazing movie fascinates and upsets me.

I didn't want to watch such a heavy movie on Thanksgiving -- or, really, any time -- but here it is. I will say that this movie has images of nuclear winter, Vietnam / the Vietcong, and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse in quick succession.

Anyway, tomorrow early evening I'm meeting my high school friend Lynda at Sunset restaurant. Well, first my mom and I have to do some business at a local bank involving things related to wills and stuff that I don't want to (but must) deal with (unless I go first). What we WON'T do is go near any Black Friday garbage -- as in, any goddamn retail / big box store selling flat screen TVs, Xboxes, or i-Whatevers with American-style human stampedes.

OK, I'm going back to this movie.

Reposted from that May 2012 entry with the original source here:

A purer version of the gnostical ideology of authenticity can be found in the biggest grossing movie of all-time in America, James Cameron’s 2009 epic, Avatar. By 2154, earth’s resources have been used up and nature reduced to a filthy, poisoned husk. The corrupt and all-powerful RDA Corporation is mining for the appropriately named Unobtainium on the planet Pandora.

This is home to the Na’vi -- blue-skinned, beautiful, 10-foot-tall beings -- who have an intimate connection with nature and who worship the mother goddess, Eywa. Jake, the broken, disabled ex-Marine eventually becomes his alien Na’vi avatar, melds with his true love Naytiri, and unifies with nature after defeating the Satanic human forces of corporate evil. He loses his human identity and becomes the alien, leaving behind him the dreadful homeland of Earth for the blessed alien land.

The point is that authentic harmony with nature can only be achieved by throwing off the garment of earthly nature and becoming alien. Such is the basic fantasy of Gnosticism.


OK, that's all for now.


Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Excerpting Adam Serwer's Outstanding Atlantic Piece -OR- Over the Ethno-Nationalist Waterfall

This entry excerpts a few parts of Adam Serwer's extended, outstanding piece in The Atlantic (link embedded): The Nationalist's Delusion. I learned of it from the inestimable Charlie Pierce in this piece.

Here are some excerpts (without the embedded links):

One measure of the allure of Trump's white identity politics is the extent to which it has overridden other concerns as his administration has faltered. The president’s supporters have stood by him even as he has evinced every quality they described as a deal breaker under Obama.

Conservatives attacked Obama's lack of faith; Trump is a thrice-married libertine who has never asked God for forgiveness. They accused Obama of being under malign foreign influence; Trump eagerly accepted the aid of a foreign adversary during the election. They accused Obama of genuflecting before Russian President Vladimir Putin; Trump has refused to even criticize Putin publicly. They attacked Obama for his ties to Tony Rezko, the crooked real-estate agent; Trump's ties to organized crime are too numerous to name.

Conservatives said Obama was lazy; Trump "gets bored and likes to watch TV." They said Obama’s golfing was excessive; as of August Trump had spent nearly a fifth of his presidency golfing. They attributed Obama's intellectual prowess to his teleprompter; Trump seems unable to describe the basics of any of his own policies. They said Obama was a self-obsessed egomaniac; Trump is unable to broach topics of public concern without boasting.

Conservatives said Obama quietly used the power of the state to attack his enemies; Trump has publicly attempted to use the power of the state to attack his enemies. Republicans said Obama was racially divisive; Trump has called Nazis "very fine people." Conservatives portrayed Obama as a vapid celebrity; Trump is a vapid celebrity. There is virtually no personality defect that conservatives accused Obama of possessing that Trump himself does not actually possess. This, not some uncanny oracular talent, is the reason Trump’s years-old tweets channeling conservative anger at Obama apply so perfectly to his own present conduct.

Trump's great political insight was that Obama’s time in office inflicted a profound psychological wound upon many white Americans, one that he could remedy by adopting the false narrative that placed the first black president outside the bounds of American citizenship.

He intuited that Obama's presence in the White House decreased the value of what W. E. B. Du Bois described as the "psychological wage" of whiteness across all classes of white Americans, and that the path to their hearts lay in invoking a bygone past when this affront had not taken place, and could not take place.

That the legacy of the first black president could be erased by a birther, that the woman who could have been the first female president was foiled by a man who confessed to sexual assault on tape -- these were not drawbacks to Trump’s candidacy, but central to understanding how he would wield power, and on whose behalf.

Americans act with the understanding that Trump’s nationalism promises to restore traditional boundaries of race, gender, and sexuality. The nature of that same nationalism is to deny its essence, the better to salve the conscience and spare the soul...

Overall, poor and working-class Americans did not support Trump; it was white Americans on all levels of the income spectrum who secured his victory. Clinton was only competitive with Trump among white people making more than $100,000, but the fact that their shares of the vote was nearly identical drives the point home:

Economic suffering alone does not explain the rise of Trump. Nor does the Calamity Thesis explain why comparably situated black Americans, who are considerably more vulnerable than their white counterparts, remained so immune to Trump’s appeal. The answer cannot be that black Americans were suffering less than the white working class or the poor, but that Trump’s solutions did not appeal to people of color because they were premised on a national vision that excluded them as full citizens...

Trumpism emerged from a haze of delusion, denial, pride, and cruelty -- not as a historical anomaly, but as a profoundly American phenomenon. This explains both how tens of millions of white Americans could pull the lever for a candidate running on a racist platform and justify doing so, and why a predominantly white political class would search so desperately for an alternative explanation for what it had just seen. To acknowledge the centrality of racial inequality to American democracy is to question its legitimacy -- so it must be denied.

I don't mean to suggest that Trump's nationalism is impervious to politics. It is not invincible. Its earlier iterations have been defeated before, and can be defeated now. Abraham Lincoln began the Civil War believing that former slaves would have to be transported to West Africa. Lyndon Johnson began his political career as a segregationist.

Both came to realize that the question of black rights in America is not mere identity politics -- not a peripheral matter, but the central, existential question of the republic.

Nothing is inevitable, people can change. No one is irredeemable. But recognition precedes enlightenment. Nevertheless, a majority of white voters backed a candidate who assured them that they will never have to share this country with people of color as equals. That is the reality that all Americans will have to deal with, and one that most of the country has yet to confront.

Yet at its core, white nationalism has and always will be a hustle, a con, a fraud that cannot deliver the broad-based prosperity it promises, not even to most white people. Perhaps the most persuasive argument against Trumpist nationalism is not one its opponents can make in a way that his supporters will believe. But the failure of Trump's promises to white America may yet show that both the fruit and the tree are poison.


View along Gambrills Road, Gambrills, Md., 3:11PM November 22, 2017.


As a brief update, I'm here at my mom's place in Glen Burnie tonight for the Thanksgiving holiday and until Saturday. I intend to post another entry tomorrow after our Thanksgiving dinner at the Severna Park American Legion. I'm in the process of preparing that 3-month delayed South Carolina solar eclipse vacation.

So it turns out that my mom's cable company (Broadstripe) carries MeTV (Baltimore), and I'm presently watching Perry Mason while composing this.

Actually, by the time I posted the finalized version of this entry (at 1:27AM), The Twilight Zone rerun was aired. The episode was that really freaky one "The Eye of the Beholder." Donna Douglas (of Beverly Hillbillies fame) and Edson Stroll are the "hideous" attractive couple in the end. (That's quite a nice physique Edson had in the episode (see above picture).

Speaking of hideous ...

That face could (does) give anyone with a decent, compassionate soul nightmares.

OK, that's all for now. I need to go to bed.


Tuesday, November 21, 2017

The Day Before the Day Before Thanksgiving Brief Update Interspersed with Pictures from This Past Sunday's Rock Creek Park Walk

Tall trees in Rock Creek Park, Washington, D.C., 4:21PM November 19, 2017.

On Sunday, my good friend Chester and I met at the Silver Spring Metro and -- after entering a finger of Rock Creek Park at the edge of the D.C. neighborhood called North Portal Estates (which stretches up to the very apex of the District at the North Cornerstone) -- proceeded to take an 8 to 9 mile walk into and through forested trails of Rock Creek Park.

A large house at the corner of N. Spruce and N. Portal Drives NW, Washington, D.C., 3:11PM November 19, 2017.

This is in the floral or "fourth" alphabet of D.C. -- with the street names running up to the northernmost one in the District of Columbia, Verbena Street.


We eventually emerged by dusk at Peirce Mill and thence walking up Tilden Street to Connecticut Avenue and back to Woodley Park.

I actually continued back home via Adams-Morgan -- through which I had not traversed in the past two years and marveled at how many businesses had changed, not to mention how much better the exterior of that Marie H. Reed Recreation Center looked.

A telephone pole and mostly bare tree branches seen against a chilly blue sky, 7900 block of W. Beach Drive NW, Washington, D.C., 3:16PM November 19, 2017.

The day was a lovely November one -- cool, variably cloudy with a soft stratocumulus overcast that mostly cleared by sunset as a chilly northwesterly breeze kicked up. (It had been post-cold frontal gusty earlier in the day but the winds slackened -- only to pick back up again, perhaps as a minor reinforcing boundary pushed through.)  

The photos in this entry were taken on that walk.

A large dead root of a very dead tree in Rock Creek Park, Washington, D.C., 3:31PM November 19, 2017.


Oh, yes, we also had lunch at Mamma Lucia's in Silver Spring -- where I absurdly overspent on a dumb lunch -- and later along Connecticut Avenue, stopped at a Thai restaurant in Cleveland Park and then at Woodley Café for a drink at the bar.

Mamma Lucia's is where for years Gasy the Hangry Chipmungorilla used to get a weekly free meal from a very strange, very closeted, very wealthy man (sometimes in a group). Gasy being Gasy, he usually got it to go because he had so other better offers to which to attend.

Anyway, Chester and I parted around 8PM at Connecticut Ave and Calvert Road -- he to the Metro and I back home, but stopped at my neighbor Fred's place where he, Doug, and I watched on Netflix two hilarious episodes of 'Allo 'Allo!

A man rides a bike with a small child in a backseat at the entrance to Rock Creek Park, Washington, D.C., 3:37PM November 19, 2017.

(I think this is on or right by the DC-Maryland line.)


As for an actual entry ...

I had intended to post an entry last night -- a meaningful, multiple-part entry, that is -- but once I got home from the gym, and after making dinner and a bevy of text messages with Chris T. and my high school classmate Lynda (whom I am meeting on Friday when in Glen Burnie for the Thanksgiving holiday), followed by watching Perry Mason and the other late night MeTV shows, I just couldn't do it.

(I got really pissed because my stupid digital antenna-based reception went out right at the climatic courtroom scene of the episode -- probably because of the interference from a stupid MPD helicopter circling overhead chasing some shitty street criminal. I hate that that's how this particular damn Universe works.)

Chester along a wooded trail in Rock Creek Park, Washington, D.C., 3:39PM November 19, 2017.


Besides, most of the time I just want to fume in an entry about whatever horrid social or ecological atrocity that the Vulgar Talking Yam and his gangster kleptocracy -- married to today's cultic "ethnonationalist" GOP are is committing that it gets very distracting for me. (At least we know that the fundie fascists want a human being like Roy Moore to represent their values.) 

Often it entails posting excerpts of pieces I've read by Charlie Pierce, Jonathan Chait, Paul Krugman, Matthew Yglesias, David Roberts, et al., and that requires multiple images to break up the text.

Typically, it's all too much on any given day (late night), though.

Mostly (well, partially) bare trees in Rock Creek Park, Washington, D.C., 3:43PM November 19, 2017.


My main point is that I simply cannot begin at 1AM what invariably will be some big, huge entry -- and not get to bed until 330AM. I mean, I can't do that and then get to work at a reasonable hour (even with my more flexible schedule).

Yours truly along a forested trail in Rock Creek Park, Washington, D.C., 3:46PM November 19, 2017.

This was a big-ass tulip popular tree -- a single tree with no less than five giant trunks segments.

Speaking of big-ass, I had to seriously crop this image because the original featured me all the way down and my posterior looked like one of those half-spherical above-counter bathroom sink bowls.

Or maybe it's more like one of those colorful gazing balls with a stand you see in the yards of certain kinds of people.


Another picture of Chester along a trail in Rock Creek Park, Washington, D.C., 3:48PM November 19, 2017.

Chester, by the way, recently completed one of his extended Appalachian hikes anywhere between West Virginia and Vermont. This one was a roughly 10-day, 300-mile one that took him to the very Canadian border before Amtrak-training back.


Speaking of work, I'm there right now (the only one here) but leaving shortly. For tomorrow -- the day before Thanksgiving -- I'm not even coming in to the office. I'm going directly to Union Station early afternoon and take a MARC up to suburban Maryland to meet my mom. My plan is to stay there until Saturday early afternoon and then return to D.C. (going to the gym Saturday late afternoon / early evening).

A large house along Oregon Avenue at Moreland Place NW, Washington, D.C., 4:39PM November 19, 2017.


My plan is go post a few entries while there since I am taking my laptop with me. For tonight, I'll probably stop at Trade and/or No. 9. I'm actually flat broke until I get paid -- which should be tomorrow rather than Friday, owing to a pay schedule change due to the Thanksgiving holiday. I am so broke because of my Chicago trip a couple weeks ago combined with a period when I had to pay my rent (not to mention I chronically overspend).

Last picture of the day: Yours truly in the Northumberland elevator going to Fred and Doug's place, 8:16PM November 19, 2017.


However, I have a bit of credit card availability. (I postponed a number of payments including two months of student loans, cellphone, and internet, all of which I need to make as soon as I get paid as they are all breathing down my neck (and up my butt). Then there are charges related to that upper endoscopy procedure I had in early October.)

OK, I'm going to sign off for now. My next planned entry will be tomorrow night.