At supermarkets there are several large signs on the side and back walls. These include “Deli”, “Dairy”, “Produce”, “Meat”, and “Seafood”.
I’ve always wondered about “Meat” and “Seafood”. Isn’t seafood meat? Shouldn’t it be “Seafood” and “Landfood”? Or the “Meat” sign with subheaders “Surf” and “Turf”? Or just one big sign that says “Food”?
This one ranks right up there with Interstate highways in Hawaii.
CVH attended a B2B expo.
There were several catering companies there.
She brought me back a menu from a BBQ company. Memphis pulled pork, ribs, sliced brisket; all cooked in their pits and smokers fresh each day. A selection of sauces: Memphis, Carolina, Sweet & Sour Mustard, and Hot Pepper.
“We’re having kale for supper,” she said.
The welcome board at the gym today read:
You’re doing laps while the others are taking naps!
I’m not sure that message has the intended consequence.
Overheard in the locker room at the Y this morning:
“I’ve finished the Japanese. The Spanish is next.”
“Yeah, it’s what I decided to do.”
“That’s one of those real things.”
“That’s the right way.”
“My father drilled that into me, and I’ve always tried to live it. Never cut corners on tattoos.”
I love that old Bing Crosby song.
A few of the things I am thankful for, in no particular order:
- That I can get in and out of bed by myself
- Amazon Web Services
- Collin Street Bakery fruitcake
- The New Yorker
- My lovely wife
- That I can finally get boots in my size
- Cataract lens replacement
- Our public library
- My cat
- WETA internet “radio”
- Instrument flying
- Blue Bell
- wiki software
- Frank Sinatra
- Atul Gawande
- Solar eclipses
- pdf files
- The YMCA
- Green landscapes
- The Wall Street Journal
- Martin Scorcese
- Broadband internet
- Turner Classic Movies
- Sunny days
- My reliable Japanese car
- The Kentucky State Fair
- Calvin and Hobbes
I am so confused.
When we lived in Houston, my wife used to joke that if something wasn’t on the freeway, Westheimer, or Montrose, Conrad didn’t know how to get there. I could argue that if something weren’t on the freeway, Westheimer, or Montrose, then you didn’t need to get there, but nonetheless, if I had to, I could find my way around town as nearly every Houston street is laid out on a grid.
But streets in Louisville were laid out, I think, by cows. Or squirrels. Or something like that. There doesn’t seem to be any street that takes you from where you are to where you want to go: you have to go somewhere else first. You simply cannot navigate by the seat of your pants; for example, taking two right turns is usually equivalent to taking three. I’ve been here eleven years and still cannot reliably find my way around.
I have recently found a handy Python library that shows this problem quite clearly. Here is a plot of Chicago streets by their orientation. You can see how nicely nearly every street lines up on a north-south grid. Given an address in Chicago, it is straightforward (so to speak) to figure out how to get there.
Here is the plot of Houston streets. You can see the downtown street grid is a little off north-south, but still, most streets adhere to a orthogonal grid.
Now, here is what you get when streets are paved higgedly-piggedly. Little rhyme or reason.
It’s National Dental Hygienist Week, which happened to coincide with my regular checkup.
After the usual digging and scraping came the standard question, “What flavor do you want today? Orange, mint, or strawberry?”, none of which struck me as appealing.
But I have discovered that she keeps other flavors “under the counter” – if you ask. Today I got Nutella!
Life just gets better and better.
We went to the park today to feed the ducks.
I didn’t realize my hair was so grey
There were baby ducks, too.
Including this very little baby which kept wandering away from its parents.
For some reason, everybody called it “Conrad”. I don’t know why.