URBAN DAYS

Marin is the last refuge of free spirits, many of them elderly and fading from foolishness into senescence. Obviously I have issues with the place. One of the things I too often hear when working there is that San Francisco is not the same, it has gone down, oh my what a dump. Meaning that the speakers believe that if they wer in charge, why, none of the problems of a modern first world city would exist here, it would be perpetual summer, and flower power and the summer of love would have slid gracefully into an ultra-afforable Paris and London type urbanity. With clean streets and no social problems.

The hippies don't like what the hippies have done to the place.
Plus it's filled with "those" ethnic types.
Hell in handcart!


Now, we've seen what bourgeois bail-outs like them have done to the rest of the world, and it kind of speaks for itself.

Heck, we've seen what they've done to Marin.
It's altogether rather nasty.

Shut up, Karen.

Yesterday I ventured out to Chinatown for a few hours because I man needs to stretch his legs and experience the world a bit, as well as score some eaties. As well as reading about virology, doom scrolling, and reportage from the main McDonalds in Beijing, about which the internet news sites were strangely filled.


Besides, due the non-smoking nature of a man's apartment mate, one must let the place air out for a few hours before she returns home; not only so that one can pretend that one hasn't spent the entire day sitting on one's ass in front of the computer, but so the evidence doesn't point in that direction. Mental health.


Cheung fan. With peanut sauce, chili crisp, and hot sauce.
It's very therapeutic.


病毒學



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