My brain has been kindof a mess lately, and I subsequently overpacked (which is fine, it means I have lots of nice clothing options) and then spent the entire trip to the con cussing because my bag situation was annoying (it being entirely my own making didn't make it less annoying).
But! I am at the con, and after a brief initial interlude in the room getting prettified, I was able to pretty well relax into it. It helps that I started with a completely stunning outfit that bewitched the youth! (Seriously, I looked great and got a lot of nice comments from everyone, but there were a distinctly higher-than-normal number of teenagers looking at me with stars in their eyes, which felt good. I like being proof that you can be weird and wild and everything you were dreaming of when you were young.
(I know because I would've looked at myself with stars in my eyes, and that's a good thing to remind myself of sometimes).
I wore the outfit to the Bridgerton Ball, which had rather more dancing than last year (which is to say, any). Antonia was calling, and among other people, Clara was playing. It was a pretty nice time! Speaking of teenagers with stars in their eyes, I danced with two separate people who I'd guess to be in their early to mid twenties, both of who seemed super excited and happy to dance with me. Felt good!
After, I did a bit of lobbyconning --I apparently haven't quite figured out what my angle on how to have charming semi-small talk with people I haven't seen in ages-- I ate some snax and had a bit of room quiet time. I've arranged with mom to volunteer some for Goat Check, which I'm actually looking forward to --I won't actually do any grading, but I like the idea of pretending to.
I hope you have nice plans for your weekend. I'll try to keep updated with pictures and things. Under the cut are a few for tonight!
I'm training for a 100K bike ride in April, so I'm going out on long hilly rides on the weekends. The weather has been delightfully sunny and warm (if a bit odd for January), and they've mostly been great rides.
However, people seem to assume they need to cheer me on. Maybe because I'm a woman, or because I'm not skinny, or because I climb hills slowly, but I do get there.
Half way up Spruce St., a woman waiting to pull out from a side street in her car gives me two big thumbs up as I approached. I smiled and kept biking. That would have been fine. But she rolls down the window and says, "You can do it!" I said, "This is only the thousandth time I've climbed this hill." She was smiling and nodding, and then her face fell as I said "thousandth," probably because she was assuming I would say, "first." Maybe she won't make as many assumptions next time.
Then, getting close to the top, a couple of guys pass me on mountain bikes and one of them says, "Good job!" I said, "You too!" After all, we had both climbed the same hill to the same point. He looked surprised, because young men get to congratulate middle-aged women, but not the other way around.
Yesterday I biked up the hill, down the far side, and then back up. At the corner of Grizzly Peak and Claremont (the beginning of the steep fast descent out of the hills), there is often a Mexican produce stand, and I like to stop there for fruit, even if it tends to end up bruised on the ride down. This time I bought pistachios and mandarins, and they did better on the descent.
When I rode up, there was an older white dude arguing about his total in Spanish with the young Mexican woman staffing the stand. They started over counting it all up and it turns out she was right (surprising me not at all). He said something about buying fruit for his friend with the nasty flu, and I said I was keeping my distance then. He said, "I didn't touch him or anything."
He had been over on the seller's side of the table, and now he came around and said, "Nice bike." I thanked him and answered his questions about it. At this point he's touching the handlebars and standing quite close to me, blocking my way forward. I paid the seller and said, "Excuse me please." He said, "Why do you have to be so rude?" I said, "I need to go home." He said, "You're being rude!" I sighed and backed up the bike to get out of there. He said, "Why do you have to be so American?" as I rode away.
Reminds me of the time a guy on a bike stopped me to ask for directions on a dark rainy night in Portland. I'm generally willing to help, but it was a wide, empty street and he stood too close and blocked my way, at which point I similarly said, "Excuse me" and biked around him. He called after me, "Don't go! I need help!" Which he may have, but he wasn't going to get it with threatening body language. He had a European-sounding accent and maybe it was ignorance of American personal space, but I wasn't going to ignore my spidey-sense to find out.
This dude at the fruit stand spoke unaccented English, so I don't know if he's from somewhere with less personal space, but I don't think I was the one being rude. I guess wherever he's from, he gets to touch other people's (women's) stuff and take up as much time as he wants.
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Difficult, long, and tedious work week requiring a touch more patience than I wished to give it - not helped by the cold snap. Although my knees did appreciate it, since I need to ice them anyhow. Nor helped by issues with subways earlier in the week, resulting in more walking and more steps.
But it's Friday, finally! Thank god. And I've got a three day weekend - since we get Martin Luther King Day off - most people do in NYC.
I can sleep in. Rest my knee. And get some chores done. Also maybe a few watercolors.
Been entertaining myself with Buffy podcasts - which require little to no attention, and I find entertaining. Did learn a few things? ( Read more... )
It's really hard to know what is true and what isn't in this day and age. Information Age, my foot - more like Mis-Information Age.
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Finally finished re-watching Hells Bells - I've mixed feelings about this episode. It's alas a Xander episode - which well pretty much tells you everything right there. That said - it's a mixed bag? When the story is focusing on the Scooby Gange or main leads, it's actually pretty good? But when it shifts to the twenty or so never-seen, rarely seen, and never to be seen again - ancillary characters - it loses focus. ( Read more... )
I realized today why I find this show so comforting and feel the need to write about it. It's central theme is "don't give up, life is painful and hard, but don't give up, the people you meet throughout it - make it worth it". I think that's why I love the later seasons - I find them oddly to be the most relatable.
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PT went okay. He said that it's the muscles around the knee that are sore and hurting, because they are weak or strained, so to ice them and do the exercises.
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I'm not enjoying the Angelica Huston Memoir as much as the others, partly because...I don't much like Angelica Huston? ( Read more... )
The Dietary Guidelines Advisory Committee spent two years rigorously reviewing the evidence, holding public meetings, and inviting public comment. When their findings were dismissed by HHS Secretary Robert F. Kennedy, Jr., he explained that it was because “all scientific questions were evaluated through a health equity lens.” According to Kennedy, this led the Committee to “consistently advocate plant-based dietary patterns, deprioritize animal-sourced proteins, and favor high linoleic acid vegetable oils.”
In response, RFK Jr. hastily assembled his own group of reviewers, who quickly produced the dietary recommendations released last week. These new guidelines are a clear gift to the meat and dairy industries. They are also sloppy, illogical, and retrograde.
Despite boasting that the recommendations are “free from ideological bias, institutional conflicts, or predetermined conclusions,” the opposite is true. The guidelines transparently reflect Kennedy’s own ideological commitments and long-held beliefs about food.
What struck me, too, when reading the consumer-facing materials was how embarrassingly amateurish they felt for official government publications. Inconsistencies in language and recommendations make the entire project look like something a college student rushed to finish the night before it was due.
I know this is the point in the critique where I’m supposed to acknowledge what the guidelines get right, so here it is: yes, it’s good—though hardly groundbreaking—that the guidelines suggest eating more whole foods and fewer Twinkies. Unfortunately, from there, the advice quickly devolves into contradictions and outright errors.
The most obvious contradiction is the recommendation to prioritize high-fat animal foods while keeping saturated fat intake below 10% of calories. This is next to impossible. Consuming the recommended three daily servings of full-fat cow’s milk, plus three ounces of beef, plus a tablespoon of RFK Jr.’s beloved beef tallow (yes, beef tallow is explicitly recommended as a cooking fat) on a 2000 calorie diet would push most people past the 10% limit before they’d consumed even half their calories.
The text accompanying the guideline graphic does mention plant protein sources like beans and tofu. The graphic itself, however, barely acknowledges them. There’s a walnut, an almond, a peanut, and a small pile of what appear to be kidney beans. These sit beneath an entire roasted chicken (or maybe it’s a turkey), a quart of cow’s milk, a can of tuna, a large wedge of cheese, and a steak roughly the size of a loaf of bread. The intention to prioritize animal foods couldn’t be clearer.
Some guidance is simply incorrect. For example:
“When cooking with or adding fats to meals, prioritize oils with essential fatty acids, such as olive oil. Other options can include butter or beef tallow.”
None of these fats are meaningful sources of essential fatty acids. The best sources are walnuts, flax and chia seeds, and canola and soy oil. But the last two are seed oils—and one of RFK Jr.’s firmly held beliefs is that seed oils are harmful, despite substantial evidence to the contrary. Their omission reflects bias and personal agenda. The claim about olive oil, meanwhile, is just careless.
If these guidelines are poor advice for the average American, they are essentially useless for vegans. Where are the alternatives to cow’s milk? Even the Academy of Nutrition and Dietetics has publicly criticized this omission, so it’s not just me being a whiny vegan. The list of plant-based calcium sources included in previous guides has simply disappeared.
Soy milk was almost certainly dropped because it’s considered “processed” and sometimes contains added sugar. This is a prime example of philosophical bias overriding science. While we don’t have mountains of data, some evidence suggests that soy milk consumption reduces risk factors for heart disease and may offer protection against breast cancer. Allegiance to so-called “real food” isn’t always aligned with better health outcomes.
And of course, vegans aren’t the only people who avoid cow’s milk. What about those with lactose intolerance, or people whose cultural food traditions include little or no dairy? Addressing the needs of diverse populations is clearly off-limits for this administration, and the guidelines faithfully reflect that exclusion.
The guidelines also incorrectly list vitamin E, niacin, vitamin B6, magnesium, phosphorus, and potassium as potential shortfalls in vegan diets. It’s an irresponsible error. The mistake stems from a modeling exercise that removed eggs and dairy from a healthy vegetarian diet without replacing them with appropriate alternatives. When fortified soy milk is used instead, the list of deficiencies shrinks considerably. Notably, the reviewer responsible for this section—who has a strong pro-animal-food bias—acknowledged the error after it was pointed out on social media.
None of this is to say that vegan diets have no potential nutrient shortfalls. Vegans should pay attention to calcium, zinc, iron, iodine, and vitamins D and B12. But the new dietary guidelines offer no practical help beyond vague suggestions to use supplements. The reality is that this group had neither the interest nor the expertise to provide meaningful guidance for nutritionally adequate vegan diets.
Maybe these failures are the result of simple incompetence and sloppiness. But given the viewpoints of RFK Jr. and his hand-picked experts, it’s hard not to suspect a broader agenda – one that doesn’t include a commitment to a kinder and healthier planet or the health of all people.
I’d like to say that none of this matters to vegans. After all, we have access to excellent resources for planning healthy diets, and most reasonable people will dismiss nutrition advice coming from RFK Jr. Still, these guidelines represent a setback for public health, the planet, and animals.
It’s good, though, to see the deficiencies of these dietary guidelines being exposed by voices far more impactful than mine. In the meantime, I plan to keep doing what I’m doing: speaking out on behalf of farmed (and all) animals and the planet and continuing to share evidence-based information about healthy vegan diets while challenging misinformation wherever it appears.
1. I had a very nice relaxing WFH day. (The only annoying part was the very loud construction on one end of the street and the tar smell which was coming from either that site or the construction at the other end of the street lol.)
2. We walked down to the Italian deli this morning to get sandwiches for lunch. Also a nice part of working from home! We knew it would be pretty hot today, so rather than walk there at lunch time, we went right after Carla woke up, when it wasn't too hot and there was still some shade for most of the walk.
3. I changed the bandage on my tattoo this morning and cleaned it up. It's looking really good! After changing it, there is still some fluid coming out, but doesn't seem to be any blood. They said to use the clear "second skin" bandage for up to a week, so I actually ordered some more off Amazon (she gave me enough for one change) in case I need to change it sooner. With the amount of fluid under it right now, I might.
4. Upon closer inspection it looks like Tuxie is missing some fur on his forehead, so I think he might have been in a fight while he was gone, but he seems fine otherwise. Better than that time he got a chunk of his ear ripped out.
Random link: We Were the Scenery (2025), a 15-minute documentary about the experiences of two of the background extras in Apocalypse Now (1979). It's written and produced by their child.
Coincidentally, Piecework magazine's newsletter recently had a link to a short essay on Hmong story cloths and the US NE---same cluster of ruptures, different segment.
Aditi Rao's review of Spinney's Proto and Scappettone's Poetry after Barbarism asserts mildly that "both books mobilize language, and the prospect of translingual communication, as their objects of study, with markedly different political ambitions and veneers," but there's so much thought and care amongst the review's remarks that I can't summarize. The review's title is "Against Babel: or, How to Talk to Strangers."
Today's frivolous low-stakes question is: if following a recipe, to what extent do you consider "mixed lettuces", "mixed greens", and "mixed leaf salad" synonymous?
This was it. This was the week that America admitted America is going fascist – which is to say has gone fascist, i.e. has had its government seized by fascists with broad fascist support for imposing fascism which it is now doing with zeal, i.e. has an acute case of fulminant fascism.
I've been watching this bear down on us for a half a century, so it's slightly dizzying to finally have everybody else come into alignment. One of the basic exigencies of my life has been moving through the world being reasonably certain of a bunch of things that I knew the vast majority of my fellows thought were insane to believe. Over the last ten years, more and more people have been noticing, "what are we doing in this handbasket and where is it going?" but – as evidenced by the behavior of the DNC over the last year – it's taken the secret police gunning Americans down in the streets (since I started writing this: and throwing flashbang grenades at or into (reports vary) passing cars carrying little kids) for the greater liberal mass to come around.
Obviously, it would have been nicer for the realization It Could Happen Here to have not required It Happening Here to be the conclusive rebuttal of their pathological skepticism. But one of my favorite sayings is, "There's three kinds. The one that learns by reading. The few who learn by observation. The rest of them have to pee on the electric fence for themselves," (Will Rogers) and this is why. Clearly America needed to piss on the electric fence for itself. I try to be philosophical about it.
I just felt, if only for myself and posterity, I should note this long-in-coming nation-wide realization has finally been attained.
I'm not getting too carried away, though. It's hard to be too jubilant when the problem that brought us here is still very much with us, by which I don't mean the fascism itself, I mean the terrible mentality on "my" "side" that causes that pathological skepticism and other catastrophic thinking faults that brought us to this pass and lead to the fascists getting away, quite literally, with murder.
Peril at the Exposition Second in the Captain Jim and Lady Diana mystery series. I was disappointed to see that this one doesn't take place in India, so I hadn't jumped right on it after finishing the first, but my backlog of audiobooks was going down, so I decided to give it a go. It was fine. I'll probably read more in the series at the same pace, but it's also not really what I'm wanting in a mystery (and that was the same with the first one).
Deeds and Words Another second book in a mystery series, though it seems like this is also the final book. It was also just all right.
Riot Baby Set in a slightly more dystopic alternate reality, this tells the story of a girl with psychic powers and her brother, who was born after the LA riots, thus being nicknamed Riot Baby, in alternating POVs. I liked this, but it felt like the two POVs weren't really well integrated.
The Watchmaker of Filigree Street In the late 1800s England, a man gets a mysterious watch that saves him from a bomb exploding, and then is tasked with finding out if the watchmaker, a Japanese man who can remember the future, is the one who set the bomb. I didn't much like this at all. The first half or more was extremely boring, and then once the action seemed to finally get going, the characters got worse and worse, especially the lone female character, who seems to exist only as a plot device to make everything horrible for the men.
Little Monsters vol. 1-2 Two volume comic series about child vampires living in an empty city after an apocalypse. I liked it all right. The ending was good.
This is blackly hilarious and absolutely worth a read.
Leftist journalist Laura Jedeed showed up at an ICE recruiting events to do scope it out and write about what she found. What happened next is... eye widening.
At first glance, my résumé has enough to tantalize a recruiter for America’s Gestapo-in-waiting: I enlisted in the Army straight out of high school and deployed to Afghanistan twice with the 82nd Airborne Division. After I got out, I spent a few years doing civilian analyst work. With a carefully arranged, skills-based résumé—one which omitted my current occupation—I figured I could maybe get through an initial interview.
The catch, however, is that there’s only one “Laura Jedeed” with an internet presence, and it takes about five seconds of Googling to figure out how I feel about ICE, the Trump administration, and the country’s general right-wing project. My social media pops up immediately, usually with a preview of my latest posts condemning Trump’s unconstitutional, authoritarian power grab. Scroll down and you’ll find articles with titles like “What I Saw in LA Wasn’t an Insurrection; It Was a Police Riot” and “Inside Mike Johnson’s Ties to a Far-Right Movement to Gut the Constitution.” Keep going for long enough and you might even find my dossier on AntifaWatch, a right-wing website that lists alleged members of the supposed domestic terror organization. I am, to put it mildly, a less-than-ideal recruit.
In short, I figured—at least back then—that my military background would be enough to get me in the door for a good look around ICE’s application process, and then even the most cursory background check would get me shown that same door with great haste.
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I completely missed the email when it came. I’d kept an eye on my inbox for the next few days, but I’d grown lax when nothing came through. But then, on Sept. 3, it popped up.
“Please note that this is a TENTATIVE offer only, therefore do not end your current employment,” the email instructed me. It then listed a series of steps I’d need to quickly take. I had 48 hours to log onto USAJobs and fill out my Declaration for Federal Employment, then five additional days to return the forms attached to the email. Among these forms: driver’s license information, an affidavit that I’ve never received a domestic violence conviction, and consent for a background check. And it said: “If you are declining the position, it is not necessary to complete the action items listed below.”
As I mentioned, I’d missed the email, so I did exactly none of these things.
And that might have been where this all ended—an unread message sinking to the bottom of my inbox—if not for an email LabCorp sent three weeks later. “Thank you for confirming that you wish to continue with the hiring process,” it read. (To be clear, I had confirmed no such thing.) “Please complete your required pre-employment drug test.”
The timing was unfortunate. Cannabis is legal in the state of New York, and I had partaken six days before my scheduled test. Then again, I hadn’t smoked much; perhaps with hydration I could get to the next stage. Worst-case scenario, I’d waste a small piece of ICE’s gargantuan budget. I traveled to my local LabCorp, peed in a cup, and waited for a call telling me I’d failed.
Nine days later, impatience got the best of me. For the first time, I logged into USAJobs and checked my application to see if my drug test had come through. What I actually saw was so implausible, so impossible, that at first I did not understand what I was looking at.
Somehow, despite never submitting any of the paperwork they sent me—not the background check or identification info, not the domestic violence affidavit, none of it—ICE had apparently offered me a job.
According to the application portal, my pre-employment activities remained pending. And yet, it also showed that I had accepted a final job offer and that my onboarding status was “EOD”—Entered On Duty, the start of an enlistment period. I moused over the exclamation mark next to “Onboarding” and a helpful pop-up appeared. “Your EOD has occurred. Welcome to ICE!”
I clicked through to my application tracking page. They’d sent my final offer on Sept. 30, it said, and I had allegedly accepted. “Welcome to Ice. … Your duty location is New York, New York. Your EOD was on Tuesday, September 30th, 2025.”
By all appearances, I was a deportation officer. Without a single signature on agency paperwork, ICE had officially hired me.
I did not expect that being lucky enough to have stable housing in my 40s would mean that I would spend it helping other fortysomething neurospicy queers get out of marriages gone bad.
We have me the failed foster (successful adoption! angelofthenorth always insisted on correcting me when I call myself this, heh), then P, now her.
It's ridiculously heartwarming seeing them both flourish and become more comfortable and themselves. (I imagine I must have too, but I can't see that and I have the complication of transition too old photos of me now look weird for the same reason old photos of my dad do: no beard!).)
I am two years overdue on moving my pictures from my Camera Uploads folder on my dropbox to my external harddrive/online only dropbox folder. So far I've done about 50GB, around 6 months and have just moved up to the end of March 2025. Since the Camera Uploads folder is mirrored on my computer harddrive, it takes up a ton of space if I haven't moved things out of it in a while. In an ideal world, I'd do the transfer every two months. I ought to go looking through and print some photos out, which is something I enjoy doing every couple of years.
I have hung two pieces of art in my crafting room using command strips. I have decided that's how I'm going to hang most things since the plaster and lathe walls don't exactly hold things well. I have a whole crate of used frames for art prints and posters which my aunt gave to me. Some need new cardboard backing but I'm excited to hang art! I think I will make some collages of photos and art as well. Main struggle is getting things to stay in place . Also had an absolute galaxy brain moment the other day when I started winding the warp to go on my loom: the warping board can be clamped to the front beam of my loom and it is the perfect height to wind a warp. The best ergonomics for winding ever. Previous places I have put it: on the floor leaning against a table, on my crafting chair arms, on the couch. All of those require leaning over or sitting on the floor. This is such a good change.
We spread another two loads of straw this morning to empty the trailer before it got windy and I reassembled the chainsaw. It's usable if cranky, which describes most equipment on this farm. It was having issues cutting, would more or less just stop once it got partway into the log and it seems like the bar was the problem. We ran through all the other things, sharpened chain, tightened it, cut maple instead of the pin oak, etc. I switched to an alternate bar and it actually started cutting. Spent some time this afternoon cutting up a maple tree that will be burner wood probably and also my dad got a call that the guy brought a load of oak logs. I wanted to replace the rim sprocket on the chainsaw because it's getting worn but the piston stop I bought is plastic, it was taking too much force to remove the clutch drum and I was worried about the plastic breaking and getting into the piston which would be a big pain to get out. The small chainsaw is still out of order, so we might take that to someone to fix, it runs for 15 seconds and then shuts off no matter what, so mystery. I wonder about finding a small engine repair course of some sort, we have chainsaws, weedwackers, pumps, generators, snowblowers all here on the farm. They break a lot. Could be our maintenance. We are running for more straw tomorrow afternoon.
My farm business stuff is progressing. I haven't really talked about it much, but it is happening. My parents attorney did all the paperwork for me, so now I have the EIN and operating agreement, which I'll need to set up banking accounts and go to other businesses for things. My parents are currently footing the expenses until that's all set up, but we are considering it an operating loan for now. I need to do research on the banks/credit unions and figure out who will be good to work with. We are getting back to weekly farm transition meetings so much discussion of things is happening. I am taking a six week webinar on farm insurance. thrilling stuff
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In warmer climates, people may know the phrase "ice out" as an idiom meaning to treat someone coldly. In cold climates like Minnesota's, it also has a specific meaning that refers to the calendar date each spring season when the ice covering a lake finally melts away and disappears. You can see the current dates (from 2025, until thaws begin this year) at this Minnesota DNR page.
It has taken on a new meaning of political resistance now that ICE agents have invaded Minnesota and are terrorizing its citizens. I will go out on a limb and vouch for the following website, where people can submit and view an entire USA map of locations where ICE is recorded each day. To visit the site, you have to agree to a long list of user agreements. It's intimidating, and I refused to accept them until I had time to read it properly this afternoon. They are trying to prohibit false entries and also prohibit scraping of data by other people/agencies. I saw nothing unreasonable when I looked over the full text. I accepted their terms.
Because of this armed invasion by our federal government, there is a general strike planned in Minneapolis for 2026 January 23 Friday. I can't remember ever living during a place and time of a general strike. These are historic times.
Faith leaders are calling this assault "spiritual warfare" (CBS News story), with some announcing their plans for fasting and prayer that day (KARE 11 news story). Some local unions are joining the effort too. The socialists noted that the AFL-CIO (representing 300,000 workers in Minnesota) has not made a statement yet... so I asked them to. A special shout-out to local business George & The Dragon pub for closing to join the general strike.
I haven't seen necessary details at a webpage yet, but I assume the main protest will be in downtown Minneapolis at the People's Plaza (the Hennepin County Government building, across from Minneapolis city hall). This Reddit post says the march begins at 2pm. I plan to be there.
Their website is god-awful slow to bring up a Next button when you enter your settlement number, to the point where I had tried it in two other browsers and called the phone number (no human available) before I went back and saw it had finally showed up.
The parties in the lawsuit John Doe, et al. v. Kaiser Foundation Health Plan, Inc., et al., Case No. 3:23-cv-02865-EMC (N.D. Cal.) (“Action”) have reached a proposed settlement of claims (“Settlement”) in a pending class action against Kaiser Foundation Health Plan, Inc. (“Defendant”) and certain related entities. If approved, the Settlement will resolve this Action wherein Plaintiffs allege that Defendant’s websites and mobile applications disclosed their confidential personal information due to third-party software code. Plaintiffs allege that this code was embedded across Defendant’s platforms, including the secure patient portal, and transmitted information to third parties when users navigated these platforms. Defendant firmly denies the allegations, denying any liability or wrongdoing, and denies that Plaintiffs are entitled to any relief arising from this Action. Defendant also maintains that Plaintiffs have not suffered any damages arising from this Action.
Yesterday was Baby's First Time getting the annual (bi-annual?) vehicle inspection done. (I am the Baby). Thankfully, the mechanic that S identified for us in Albany could fit that in yesterday, along with an oil change. This mechanic is somewhat old-skool, but in all the best possible ways. I especially appreciate him after visiting so many different mechanics in so many different places in 2024 in the midst of all those road-tripping adventures. It's a relief to learn I don't need to go out and find yet another establishment to tackle yet one more car project. He also had a recommendation for place to ask about auto body rust work that I'd rather pay someone to deal with than try to do myself. It's going to take me longer to get to that task, though.
Based on the car logistics, I rode Princess TinyBike yesterday. I need to figure out a maintenance plan for the Princess soon. She's due for at least new brake pads, which are of a particular sort since the Princess is a Brompton. That just means I can't just walk into any bike shop and expect to find components ready and waiting for me. In December I tried to pay a visit to a new bike shop in town, Blue Tulip Bikes, located not that much further from home than the erstwhile Downtube Bicycles. The shop sign and internet both said the shop opened at 10 am on Saturdays, but the shop definitely wasn't open when I arrived a few minutes past 10 on a Saturday, and a street fight that broke out a block away made me think better of lingering around to wait for the shop to open, sigh.
So, I'm not yet sure what my target destination will be for Brompton components and repair. Annoying. My next stop will be a small shop in Troy. We shall see. I'm highly motivated to get the Princess in tip-top shape so annikusrex can ride her up to Montreal with me in June.
Meanwhile, on Wednesday evening I rode Frodo home (as usual) in a light drizzle, and when I got home, I was amazed to discover just how much sand now coated my feet, panniers, and bike. I got my footwear and panniers rinsed off promptly, but forgot I'd need to do the bike also until I was about to head out to campus this morning. The grime removal itself went fine, but I forgot to factor in that water applied to surfaces will freeze when the air temperature is 17 degrees F. That mostly just affected my shifting. Thankfully, by the time I was ready to leave campus for home, things had had enough time to thaw out and dry such that shifting function was fully restored.
All of which is to say, winter bike maintenance is a PROJECT.
As so often happens, I had several things I meant to post about and now they've mostly evaporated.
But I do know my tabs situation is staggering out of control. (Reliably over 1700 for at least the last couple of weeks.) Odds that I'll get to replying to all the posts I've read but opened in a tab to reply to later on...are currently very slim.
mako (MAY-koh, MAH-koh) - n., either of two large mackerel sharks of the genus Isurus, especially the fast-moving shortfin mako (I. oxyrinchus); the teeth of the mako traditionally prized by Maoris for personal decoration.
The shortfin mako is the fastest shark, capable of 74 km/h / 46 mph bursts, and at full growth is only slightly smaller than its close relative, the great white shark. The word is specifically from Kāi Tahu Māori (a South Island dialect) makō, which can also mean shark in general -- in other Maori dialects it's pronounced mangō. The word has cognates in many other Polynseian languages, such as Hawaiian mano, generally always meaning generically any shark.
And that wraps up a theme fortnight of words from Polynesian, which will be the last word-origin theme for a while -- back next week with the usual unsorted mix. And who knows, maybe sometime another theme will show up.