Anyone can forgive a pitcher one lousy pitch. Even if it is one of the first pitches in the top of the first and results in a right fielder (not ours) hitting a home run. That would be ok. That can be overcome. Even a runner on base and another lovely out of the park ball resulting in the Astro’s pulling ahead 3:0. From there – hello? As Batters? Please hit something. Pitchers? It is really NOT a good idea to load up the bases before providing an Astro’s batter the opportunity to swing for the fences. Embarrassing. Seriously embarrassing.
It was the crown on an already challenging day which started with a migraine resulting in me missing both a deadline and a class, moved on to the fire alarm system going off in 198 Macallister in the afternoon thus killing any opportunity for the two afternoon classes which I audit.
My husband provided me the crowning experience. We both have enjoyed the Cal’s Women’s Basketball Team. They had a “thank-you” type dinner tonight as a kind of end of year function for the team plus families and supporters. The food was ok, the company at our table was excellent. Speeches that go on, and on, and on? Shoot me now.
At least my phone lasted through the evening so that I was able to observe the travesty of the A’s-Astro’s match up while not being able to hear much of anything in the reception area due to the level of noise provided by the D.J. under the guise of “music.”
Where I started with a huge amount of ambition and ended with nowhere near as much accomplished as I had planned.
I am sure that you have had one of those – and if not, my hat is off to you. On those rare times when I put a hat on my head. Baseball or well below freezing, that is just about it. Digressions are a fact of life and don’t always mean avoidance; sometimes they are just an indication of total disorganization.
I have mentioned this before, but when the area surrounding be gets totally disorganized, I grind to a stop. Doesn’t matter whatever else I have to do, I just don’t appreciate the mess. Cleaning up/organizing has its own challenges (including the ability to spell, but that is a completely separate discussion). George is kind and pays a lovely woman and her niece to come through every 2-3 weeks and do the heavy lifting. So primarily kitchen and bathrooms are never on my list of messes. But drawers, closets, and my upstairs studio/sewing & craft room feature in my nightmares.
It could be simply because I have too much “stuff” in too small a place. The walls slant which limits shelves and cabinets. Sounds like a good excuse? Rationalization strikes all the time. What is that song? “That’s my story and I am sticking to it?” Anyway, I can’t let Martha in there or I would lose her for the full number of hours that she normally spends at our house. I am limited in what I can do because there is another space which I need to access–that of my storage area in the garage. Said area is blocked currently.
Therefore I am using the excuse that if I can’t do the whole organization and cleanup, I shouldn’t start and get frustrated. Means I don’t do any of it, right? Well, when I write it out like that, it seems totally and completely stupid. Rather than work on clean-up, perhaps I should just complete my reading for tomorrow’s classes or the paper that is due by 0930?
Several years ago as I was driving Daughter #2 and her dog from the D.C. area to Chicago we stopped in Indiana. At least I think it was there, although it could have been Ohio for all the difference it might have made. Our La Quinta was across a major road from a shopping center and I elected myself as hunter of dinner. Asking at the front desk, I was given driving direction to a location which I could see from my office.
“Can’t I just walk?”
“Oh, why would you do that?”
and it was obvious that, to this young woman, no one ever walked anywhere. There were no sidewalks in evidence. There were no pedestrian signals at the traffic lights. There were no cross walks.
This morning, on our way to the North Berkeley BART station I noted that we were “in the city” as evidenced by sidewalks and crosswalks. Pedestrian signals abounded including along Shattuck Ave. at a couple of locations where cars could not turn but pedestrians commonly crossed the street mid-block . Then I started to think of the various locations where I have lived. In childhood, suburbs did not have sidewalks where city blocks–even residential areas did. In rural areas, there was absolutely no point to having sidewalks. After all, who is going to be walking 8-20 km along a state highway in order to go to work or visit a friend. Wheeled transportation is assumed when the distance is more than a few blocks.
Another characteristic of some cities (as apposed to suburbs or rural areas in the US) is the presence of public transportation. It is something that I took for granted while living in Germany and the U.K. Admittedly, it wasn’t always convenient, but it was by far more cost effective than driving, paying tolls, burning time and coughing up money for parking. Especially when looking at meetings in London which not only were difficult to reach via car but then there were outrageous parking costs + congestion tax.
(for those who are following the debate about congestion tax in NYC – this article pretty much makes it clear. Congestion tax doesn’t harm the poor. If you are poor in NYC, you don’t have a car. If it cost (in 2017) an average of $430/month for a parking space and the subway cost $2.50 …. it doesn’t take a genius to realize that public transportation is the way to go. For the cost mentioned above, you can take a lot of taxis, or Lyfts or Ubers when shopping.)
Which takes me back to living in a city. Berkeley is not a large city; population around 123,000. The estimates vary depending on whether or not you count students. We have buses, we have sidewalks, and are connected to San Francisco, two airports, and a chunk of the East Bay by BART. Compared to childhood, it is lovely to walk sidewalks rather than dirt along roads, to have cross-walks where it is more safe than not to navigate to the other side of the street, and to have shops within walking distance.
Not to mention a husband willing to get up in the morning to drop me off at BART. Of course, that means he has access to “the” car for the day (single car family here) but still…..city living can be pretty good.
It should be simple. This is North America. We do not follow English custom on roads, sidewalks or stairs. We stay to the right when moving slower than those around us. Passing is on the left.
Well, most of the time anyway. There are those who simply can’t take their eyes off of their phone screen. Not to look around, not to avoid others, not to be polite, and most certainly not to let anyone pass since it might interfere with that all important kitty video.
Really? These are people who might never read a book, journal, or newspaper, but they put themselves and everyone around them at risk. You see the same thing all the time in crosswalks, on sidewalks, and occasionally even in bicycle riders. I have seen drivers looking at their phone rather than the road in front of them. Perhaps the only group that I have not seen paying more attention to reading their phones are motorcyclists. That might be just that the number of motorcyclists is minuscule compared to drivers, pedestrians, and bicyclists (I almost wrote bivalves which might, in an absurd way, make a modicum of sense.
Back to situational awareness. I am not sure whether or not I am reacting to years of spending time in foreign locations that were not always safe, being concerned because of my age, or just irritated by the rudeness exhibited by those who don’t seem to care a whit about those around them. It wouldn’t hurt any of these individuals to tuck phones away, look at their surroundings, perhaps even see people as something other than objects interfering with their right to take up however much space might be needed in order to look at their phone screens.
As my BART this morning entered Powell station, we heard an announcement. It was a simple, there are no trains going north on the Richmond line beyond El Cerrito Plaza. Sorry for the inconvenience. Right, like t hat is going to make any difference, the “sorry” that is, to those who can’t get to work on time or for those headed home after a long night shift. I suppose there are alternative buses, but that isn’t a portion of BART that I normally ride.
The “sorry for the inconvenience” bit–it could have been worse. Maybe. Kind of like having a mobility challenge and getting on BART only to find that both the escalators and the elevators are out at your destination station. Sorry doesn’t help you get to street level with a wheelchair or walker nor does it help a parent with a buggy and small children.
Today’s shut down was even uglier. For some reason there was a person on the tracks just short of the El Cerrito Plaza. Hit by a Warm Springs bound train, from what I can gather the person was killed instantly.
For those of you not familiar with BART – there are no street level stations. All the stations are either underground or on elevated platforms. It takes an effort to get on the tracks. One would have to jump down from boarding platform, or be pushed from the boarding platform. Did I mention these trains run via an electric third rail? There is absolutely no reason ever to be on the tracks. Admittedly, those who live in the Bay Area do not queue as well as traditional English but there is nowhere near the density of people on the platform as occurs in NYC or much pushing or shoving. Someone on the tracks falls into one of three categories; stupid behavior (the pushing, shoving, dares); “oh shit I dropped something” – which might also fall under stupid but doesn’t involve other people; and finally–deliberate action. I suspect the later in this case as the person was not in front of one of the platforms.
There was nothing further in the news after the tracks reopened for the second time (police and coroner activity shut even the one track open). It has made be cautious enough, at least for a while, to make sure that I am standing behind the yellow line….
day, most of which I missed. Something about migraines, medication and attempting once more to clean up my studio.
I think we are done with the rainy season and will confirm it if we don’t have more rain in the next week. I am still struggling though sorting and storing audiobooks (and the occasional tract that simply doesn’t read). And then there are files and floors.
Did I mention headaches?
Guess you can tell that I am not all here…
It probably will not surprise you at all to learn that not everyone who borrows audiobooks from the library bothers to take care of them. End result, of course is that listening to them, ripping them to a hard drive or otherwise trying to actually getting through an entire book without either error or my hair turning the rest of the way grey is simply not possible.
Of course, I do have an audible membership and could possibly buy a number of the books. But since the library has them, I figure why not listen to them on the library’s (and my taxes) dime. Buying them would cost more than a dime and frankly there are not all that many books which are worth listening to more than once.
I don’t think the problem is my CD player. In fact, we have several floating around and I have tried three so far in the attempt to get this particular book to the point where I might possibly be able to listen to the whole thing. Perhaps the most critical disks are the first and last.
So guess which ones seem to be the most damaged? At the moment I am on disk 8/12 and 61 minutes into attempting to import it to iTunes. Not the whole book, mind you – just this one disk. Considering that the average disk plays in 45-75 minutes – the scope of the problem should be obvious.
and which CD? Well, the first one to start with won’t load – and it all went down hill from there….
In some ways, it seems like my semester just started yesterday. But in reality, there is only the remainder of this week and next. Followed by a week of study. Followed by exams.
Time flies when you are having fun?
At this point I am desperately trying to get caught up with some of the reading that seems to have slid somewhere along the line and figure out what – if anything I really need to do to prep for the three courses in which I have exams. Following that – I will have two major papers to finish.
Not that I don’t have anything else to do in my life.
Knitting? Not since January. Same with Cross-stitch. The machine embroidery has been off and on. What I really need to do is study.
Which is why I am reading….. something else
or was that kidneys?
I mean really.
Yes, I know that I am getting older and that my mind occasionally wanders. But I hadn’t thought it had progressed this far. How far? Well, I had displaced my debit card for one bank account. I knew that it hadn’t gone missing outside of the house, since I almost never take it out of the house. When I do, it is in my phone wallet. But I haven’t been able to locate it for a month. In fact, it is just about time to do the “lost it in the house” or “ran it through the washing machine” number with my bank to get a replacement so that I would be able to avoid the pain of changing bill paying numbers in more locations than I want to admit.
This also, as an aside, probably tells you how little I actually use cash on a day-to-day basis. When I stop and think – there are only two locations where I have to use cash. The first is to pay for parking on those rare days where I drive to North Berkeley BART. If I would want to use a BART card to pay for parking, I would have to be paying full price for the ride. If I want to use my Clipper Card, I need to pay the $3/cash. No cards, just cash.
Think about it – for most of us, parking for $3/day? Amazing.
Back to the rant. The only other time I use cash is contributions to various musicians along my commuter or ballpark route. They make my day better–I can spare a dollar for their day. But the debit card? Zipped into my rain jacket pocket.
Hey, I live in the East Bay. Most of the year it does not rain. Even when it does, an umbrella taken from where it otherwise lives tucked into a backpack pocket does the trick. Berkeley is not Portland or Seattle where people stare up on that rare day to discuss that unfamiliar burning thing hanging in the sky. I actually don’t remember the last time I wore this particular jacket. This is a win the whole way around. I have my debit card, some cash with which to hit the Wednesday Farmer’s Market at UN Plaza, Civic Center and a rain jacket just in case for tonight’s game.
(Weather App says no precipitation predicted. Not now, not for the rest of the day – so what is that wet stuff hitting me in the face?)
and a bit of this and that.
Perhaps not the most important to you, but for this As fan – a solo home run by Chapman in the first inning turned out to be the only score in the game. WIN! The Red Sox don’t quite have it together this year, but I don’t think that is going to last. They certainly out hit the As, but defense and amazing fielding prevented any of those hits from turning into a scoring run. Even more amazing – Laureano once again threw out Bogaerts at third base to rob the Sox of their potential game tying run in the 9th. (FYI – at the wall in center field directly to third without a relay). If Bogaerts had been happy with his double….
In other ramblings – my friend Carmen is touring in Australia and New Zealand. (Did I mention that we were roommates in college?) Even though cruising is great and you can extend networks of friendship around the the world, it doesn’t mean that you get to see as much as if you were on land in some areas of the world. From what I can tell, she is having a great time and has taken some really amazing photos – which you really should look at here.
Yesterday was Monday according to UCHastings. Yes, I know it is Tuesday, but since all Federal/California holidays are celebrated on Monday it would place undue burden on those classes which meet on Mondays. This semester, with the just past holiday (Monday off) we are celebrating by holding Monday classes on Tues. And the normal classes held on Tuesday are just skipped. The good thing? No incredibly long afternoon. The more difficult? Disruption…
Off to sleep….
For the last several years I haven’t noticed anywhere near as many April Fool’s jokes as I saw in decades past. There could be several reasons. For example, I might just be the one out of the loop. Or totally oblivious, or no longer knowing anyone who would play those type of pranks.
In any case, I can admire a well crafted spoof – as long as no one gets hurt by it. And that is not something that always applies to what various and assorted people think is funny. It is much more fun to think about baseball (yes, sorry but we are only seven games into the ~160 of the season. This particular topic is not going to go away for a while.)
So let me leave it at: it rained, the Red Sox showed up on the field anyway, they lost. Yes, 7:0. Not bad for the first of a four game series.
It is Pi day.
For all of – us who are not math-geeks, in the American date system today is March 14 aka 3.14 which is the start of Pi. Geometry? Circles?
Or, as it better to think of – Dani provided the alternative photo from Pi Day at work –
And, while tasting – you can go to BandCamp and listen to PDX Broadsides – here
Probably I should have spent more time today studying than I did. But I had signed up for a software class (embroidery) a couple of weeks ago. First I had purchased the software. Ravelry is dangerous. People give you all sorts of good ideas, many of which wind up being money out of the pocket. In this case, it was an excellent idea. Several days later I received a class list from Dublin Sewing Center. My new software had a class listed for today.
There is always a challenge, teaching a class on software. First you have to hope that everyone in the class understands how to do the basics on the computer they brought. Sadly, if you have 15 people, there are going to be some in the group who don’t. In this case we had about five. This included some with challenges involving inserting, opening and copying files from a flash drive.
The class was still worth it. There were a lot of things I probably could have figured out on my own (if I had thought about them, or read the manual rather than just looking a few things up).
Since I have been home –
The flour sack dish towels are easy, the t-shirt is black and I will replace the photo when I have a picture in daylight.
but it is 2030 and time to get ready for the morning….
Don’t watch. Seriously, you don’t want to see this.
Cal was at Stanford today for the second of their two games. The first, Thursday, was at Haas Pavilion with Cal pulling out a win on Asha Thomas’ buzzer beating last basket. Today the favor was returned in spades. No clue what was going on, but baskets were missed, passes easily intercepted, literally a dozen opportunities lost. Stanford had its act together. It wasn’t pretty.
Then there was the heartbreaker of the Blackhawks beating the Wild 4-3 in overtime (Hockey, for those who don’t recognize the teams).
Otherwise, I spent a small amount of time on homework, but mostly worked on various embroidery projects. All told, six items completed. The cutest –
were a pair of flour sack towels. The purple is called Orchid – that orange? Allegedly it is Devil Red.
On every other Friday morning I have the option of staying home, Or I can head over to Hastings and spend two hours sitting in on a class I am auditing. This morning when the alarm went off, I thought about it. Seriously thought about it. Then decided that my time would be much better spent sleeping.
Knowledge is always good, but sleep is really precious.
There is a Clown School in San Francisco – link here. They are located near the N-Judah Muni Line. The website really, really needs work, but it gives you the basics.
A couple of stops after George and I boarded near UCSF, a clown alley (yes, that is what a group of clowns is called. Trust me – well, ok, but I did look it up!) boarded the Muni and started working their way up and down the car. Young women they were. I don’t think that any of them were over 23. Each one of them was unique in her clothing, appearance and make-up. Hats and noses varied as well. Not everyone (thank goodness) was wearing the classic red bulb nose.
A few of the passengers reacted quite negatively; a number of the rest just pretended that the clowns weren’t there. I thought I counted seven but wasn’t completely sure since there was a lot of moving around involved. A spritely woman likely somewhere in her 40s was moving through the car as well making suggestions, keeping an eye on the group. I asked her if she was their keeper. She laughed and said this was one of their first outings. I would have pictures, but when someone else took out her phone for a picture, she was politely but firmly asked to refrain.
I exited the Muni at Civic Center, heading back to class. George stayed on, headed across the Bay. He was able to watch the chaos accompanying the clowns as they searched for the correct stop (Powell St Station).
After class, I met George in Berkeley. Dropping my backpack off in the car, we headed to Haas Pavilion and the Cal Women’s Basketball Game. It was hard fought, neither team ever leading by more than 6 points. Cal won 81-80 on a buzzer beating score by Asha Thomas.
Waiting on her people to come home.
Besides schematics on a lot of flour sack towels, I have been trying various designs on terry towels. It was a while ago, but there was Felix and Felicia (bib and towels). I messed around with a couple of other patterns and dumped them on Daughter #2 who always has a need for towels. Two dogs, one a golden retriever who loves water and mud.
And then I have a friend in Alabama. She wound up there secondary to job, family, and retirement from military fun and frolic.
Her daughter loves unicorns especially those from My Little Pony. I remember My Little Pony. That set/series/whatever has been around since my daughters were young. Until I looked, I had no idea that there was more than one unicorn involved. I just remembers a white unicorn which made sense. I mean really, who isn’t familiar with Peter S. Beagle’s The Last Unicorn? The movie by that name post dates the book. I will always vote book over movie. In this case, both book cover and animated movie had white as the color of the unicorn’s coat.
So I took one large unicorn design – mostly head, horn and a couple of flowers added for accent and fought my way through the design. Not the best, but it went out in the mail. Then I tried a different design on a hand towel. I still have a couple more patterns that I might want to try.
and it is always fun to send things when they aren’t expected.
Apron apparently appreciated, the other worker this morning replied that she would love to have one. So that will be on my list of things to do this evening.
Otherwise, I was in the firing line this morning in Admin Law. It should have been last Thursday and as I mentioned, I might have been overlooked completely. But no, I should have the “learning opportunity.” At least I was challenged with what was the easier side of a discussion of rule making under the APA, section (can’t find the symbol) 553.
For anyone who hasn’t yet fallen asleep, The Administrative Procedures Act was passed in 1946. It covers what administrative agencies (US Government Executive Branch organizations that are set up to “administer” a particular set of rules, law, or organizational requirement). If it is an alphabet soup agency – with rare exceptions, it falls under the APA. These agencies have two main ways of accomplishing their mission: they can make rules, they can adjudicate. We have been on the rule making for a couple of weeks in excruciating detail and may be there for a while. And, by alphabet soup – I mean those agencies which are usually known by their initials rather than names (FDA, EPA, IRS, CMS – you get the idea). The administrative arms which were created to handle implementation of a specific area of law. The easiest and clearest for every US citizen is the IRS – Internal Revenue Service. They take the tax code passed by the US Congress and turn it into “clear” rules and create forms. Those forms are processed, monies handled. Audits are effectively adjudications – the application of the tax law to the individual/firm/corporation to determine whether or not “they” have complied and paid in what was owed.
All of this is a long, round about way of saying that I was hit with describing why, with an implementing section that effectively said to (1) provide notice, (2) accept comments, and (3) publish rules, there were now a whole set of procedures that have been added over the years (mostly the 1970s) by the Courts.
The requirement of giving Notice can be tied directly to the wording in the law. By extension, one can make a case for what giving notice entails (subject, information, data, length of comment period). The same case can be made for what needs to be in the substance of the final rule. For example – is it reasonable to want something said about the comments being considered?
Ok, you are now bored out of your mind. So am I. Maybe. Since I spent decades working in a rule driven environment, all of this makes sense to me. Admin Law is common sense in a way that Constitutional Law never was. I have been the proponent for regulations. There are forms, procedures, and feedback to those who bothered to provide input. I can say that it is all driven by regulation. Or, in my case, since I wasn’t receiving thousands of opinions and useless bits of information, I just thought it was common courtesy to let someone who had made the time and effort to submit improvements/corrections know that their comment was appreciated even if not incorporated into the final document.
What all of that means is that I could rationalize the Court (even the Supreme Court) clarifying procedures. Heather already had her turn so the chore of answering the flip side (why shouldn’t the court be adding extensive procedural requirements to what Congress intended to be informal rule making?) passed up to the second row. This is the fourth week of class. Sitting in the back might have been smart since only ten have been through the wringer so far. I don’t know that everyone will “have the opportunity” to play.
If I could see from the back, I might have considered sitting out of harms way….
UC Hastings College of Law has two buildings on McAllister in San Francisco. They lie across an intersection from each other. In the Admin building, besides offices, the second floor boasts a cafeteria called the Law Cafe which is open from 0700 and provides basic food options for students, faculty, and staff. Across the street is the classroom building. On the first floor, which in the US is the entry level, there is a small coffee stand which features coffees, various snack items and a cooler of yogurt, sandwiches, beverages, and wraps. There is some relation between the cafe and Peet’s Coffee. Q Cafe is staffed by trainers and trainees, the later of which seem to be making a transition from jobless/homeless to having a simply employment skill which can gain them a job and get them back on their feet.
Over this academic year, I have taken the opportunity at quiet times to speak with various workers. All seem to maintain a sense of humor and the student body seems to reciprocate. Coffee being such an essential portion of a student’s daily diet. Along with the other schematics I found, there was this one of a complex espresso machine. Adding it to an apron front just seemed like a natural idea. Besides, I have a couple of apron blanks.
Of course I do. It is part of my bad habit to want to be stocked on those items which I might need. When the kids were young I had a shelf in my closet that housed various items which could, on no notice, becomes presents for an event that they remembered on the way out the door. So why wouldn’t I have supplies on hand? Because I might never use them? Ok, I will grant you that. I have yarn, fiber, fabric, patterns that I probably will never use.
But anyway, I will drop off the apron in the morning.