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Taken at Bauhaus Brew Labs
Esta lista esta al 100, fuera de desmadre.
Taken at Prior Lake, Minnesota
Taken at Memory Lanes
Finally remembered to renew certificates, ugh.
Long day today. Been a while since posting and I thought I’d try something different. Just quick blurbs about my day. Right now I have two jobs; cook at tKitchenJob, and wait assistant at bFOHjob.
No, I’m not posting the real names.
Anyway, worked lunch service at tKitchenJob and it was… Odd. Just a bad pace to the tickets coming in. The guy working hot side really had a bad time of it. It was okay for me cos I could keep prepping but… Still, just a bad pace all around.
Then we have bFOHjob. AGM texted asking me come in earlier so I hauled ass to make it in time only to find everything already done. Then we did a special dinner for a a tequila maker aca bien popular and it was a lot of fun. The most fun I’ve had working there yet. Had a chance to try the tequilas and omfgatos they are so good. One of them is exclusive to bFOHjob and it is damn good. Yes, in bold.
Now I’m drinking at Devil’s Advocate, where, right now, seems to be ladies night. I’m two beers in and I’m getting sleepy.
Tomorrow is another double so can’t drink too much. It was a good day today. Hopefully it will be this way again.
Alright, so when I’m getting on my bike I usually just load up spotify on my phone, get to the “Songs” section of the app then hit “Shuffle Play”.
This is when the problem starts.
Over the past few months I’ve noticed the service will just give me recycled playlistss that happen to include:
- The latest songs I’ve liked within the past thirty days.
- A few songs that I’ve played a lot over the past three months.
- One or two full albums that I like whole but fuck it, throw them in there see what happens.
- The same exact playlist that was previously listened to within the past 24 hours because hey he might be tired and not notice.
The thing is I do notice. I don’t want to listen to mere rehashes of what I’ve listened to before; if I really wanted that I would go just go listen to Pandora or regular FM radio. Just tonight I got the very same playlist I listened to twelve hours ago.
There are reasons for this, I’m sure. Maybe the processing power for random playlist seeds for millions of users is too computationally intensive to actually provide a profit to the company, as it does make money from actual playlists curated by humans; could be their devs are lazy assholes, like most developers I’ve met; could be the company just doesn’t care, as it happens with most companies that are on public stock markets. Could also be the CEO just wants everyones sucking his dick.
I don’t know.
All I know is it annoys me and I’m looking to avoid this problem in the future. But I don’t know if any companies will actually safeguard my personal data should they go public, go get hacked, or worse— go bankrupt.
Over time I was told a few things at the last job I had:
- “You’re an intense person. You may have trouble here.” This happened right during my hiring interview.
- “Maybe you just don’t fit in.”
- “You’re perceived as a dishonest person.”
- “I think you’re insubordinate as an employee because you don’t talk.”
Given those circumstances I thought it best to leave. I should have timed it better cos now I’m going to have a hell of a time actually making rent.
Taken at 112 Eatery
Because of the nature of the abortion fight in the country, let me say this plainly: what happened to me was not the clinic’s fault. It was not the doctor’s fault. It was not his staff’s fault. There was no error of medical judgment or medical practice. It is the fault of forty years of pushing abortion care out of hospitals and stigmatizing and marginalizing women and care providers to the point where only four doctors in the United States are foolish enough to risk getting shot point-blank every day on their way to work to provide late-term abortions. It is the fault of legislators terrorizing physicians with spurious investigations instead of funding abortion research and finding ways to make the procedure safer. It is the fault of giving extremist, hateful, radicalizing discourse equal airtime with scientific fact and medical expertise. What would it look like, if we truly funded women’s healthcare? I wish I knew.
Sometimes it isn’t anyone’s fault but there are people who want to blame someone, so they turn to the mother. “She’s the one to blame!”, they say.
They’re wrong. And they cannot be allowed to win.
In an effort to be more social I am going to be cooking once a week for my friend Trista. This past weekend we tried it out for the first time and other than some hiccups with the shopping, everything turned out pretty awesome. I did all of the cooking while she just… hung out in the kitchen while I did my thing.
I wasn’t exactly willing to just wing it, as is my wont. I actually did my homework and perused my current favorite source of recipes: Christopher Kimball’s Milk Street Magazine. This yielded two recipes:
- Indian-Spiced Spinach with Tomatoes and Dill
- Cape Malay Chicken Curry
Now, because of Trista’s dietary restrictions I did have to alter the curry recipe and took out the chicken, adding more of everything else because curry is good even without meat in it.
It was fucking delicious. Next time I make it I’m going to get some salmon to go with it.
The mint garnish was the best part.
And… no, I’m not going to post the recipes. You can probably find something better Somewhere Out in the Internet, or go purchase a subscription to Milk Magazine, it’s worth it.
Next week I’m going to do shakshuka cos I’m working later in the evening, so we’ll have to get together in the morning to get this going. I should do Bloody Marys too, omfgatos!
I want to post more things On Here but it’s hard to do when everything you think is predicated on security through obscurity.
Taken at Bar La Grassa
Part 180 of “A Tale of Two Rulers” (Nov 29th- 2018) —★ New comic comes out every Monday! *😏
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