Am basically better. And when I was telling someone about this experience, they very pertinently observed something like "they should have had me come in and get tested." It’s a really interesting statement, because it’s absolutely true—and when zoom doctor #2 was walking me through the various forms of diagnostic protocols that have been developed, … Continue reading No more centaurs in my throat, mostly →

A review of having had a really painfully sore throat for six days, on a Friday, and—in the cursed window of “this is actually maybe semi-serious” and “regular medicine takes the weekend off and isn’t exactly gonna be hustling Monday morning either”—of trying to get a doctor on a virtual urgent care to help me … Continue reading Centaurs in my throat →

A state board deciding reparations for women sterilized against their will rejected most applications. BART speedrunners. (audio) Wall Street vs. the AP: "The endgame is to eventually diminish consumers’ options and put fewer people in charge of America’s journalists and the news Americans see. Gannett deserves to be rooted against." What was 2024? “History is … Continue reading Infection links →

There’s something almost interesting about how belated and redundant this new “In-N-Out owner bashes Oakland and its police in addressing store closure” story is, as the whole wahala* is taken up again, nearly a year after the closure happened. It began when SF Gate plucked a handful of quotes from a 44-minute PragerU interview with … Continue reading In-N-Out Still Closed, Must Credit PragerU; also, here’s a good bike trail to bike on if what you need, nay, what you LONG for, is a Hegenberger →

Obviously, as we search for our first clue to the meaning of this Little Free Library’s interior, the first thing we notice is the repetition between “What’s holding you back?” and “Oh, my aching back.” You could spend a long minute thinking about that, about how a back does support you and how, yet, when … Continue reading A review of a Little Free Library that I passed by on my usual pre-dawn run, that takes me along the same path every time and then back home →

Walked through an electronic cemetery, reading the names on the graves: Hyperlocal model! Serious blogging community! Whither the oakland blogosphere.  So, we're definitely getting a bird flu pandemic, huh. An anecdotal archive on the theme of the Oakland Police simply doesn’t come when you call. Oakland’s trash king: “Mayor Harris and Councilmember Reid also seem … Continue reading Mushrooms are the blooms that testify to the subterranean infrastructural networks that support them. →

I haven’t watched much of Pedro Páramo on Netflix, but I have watched a lot of what my kids call Pótamo, which is about six minutes of the movie that we have watched, over and over again, together. They ask for it. They love it. It consists of a selected handful of very specific scenes … Continue reading Pótamo →

The “bay area” produces a distinct kind of unknowledge about itself, and for multiple reasons. One reason is that our media is shit, a shadow of what it was a decade ago, when we would have complained about how bad it is. When we're not watching media produced in LA, we read things published in … Continue reading Unchronicled →

As David told Solomon on the day his elegant fusion and cocktails waterside place finally filed for bankruptcy, after nearly a year of post-pandemic doldrums (in which the after-lunch crowd never quite came back): I go the way of all fine-dining establishments: be thou strong therefore, and shew thyself a savvy and flexible capitalist, and … Continue reading Everything should last forever, especially a tiki bar in an art deco building in downtown Oakland →

Alas this “How San Francisco’s free rides system can help us understand anarchist theory and the work of the late, great James C Scott” would be a much more compelling read if casual carpool wasn’t essentially dead, killed by the pandemic. (“Can it make a comeback?” “Anyone?”) Anarchist tips for hanging out with people with … Continue reading reading around the bay →