The difference is in other cosmopolitan cities, the lower part of society keep to themselves. They sell small trinkets, beg coyly, stay quiet, and generally stay out of your way. They realize it’s a privilege to be in the civilized part of town and view themselves as guests. And that’s okay.
In downtown SF the degenerates gather like hyenas, spit, urinate, taunt you, sell drugs, get rowdy, they act like they own the center of the city.
This is repulsive but awe-inspiring in that so rarely is a person’s disdain for the poor as unvarnished as it is here.
This is the story [professionals] tell ourselves as we flip open the laptop on Sunday mornings: we tell ourselves that the boundarylessness of our time and service is a privilege and even a practice of freedom. […] But the alternative is the culture of deemed time: by flattering us with what looks like trust in the disposal of our modest obligations, the [employer] displaces all responsibility onto us for the decisions we make about how much to give. There is the problem of imposing limits on ourselves. This is why I’m finding Daniel Coyle’s book (co-written with pro cyclist whistleblower Tyler Hamilton) about the culture of doping such a thoughtful companion to this difficult time. In the past 24 months, armchair fans like me have asked why so many elite athletes took up performance enhancement, at such personal risk and cost. The answer’s pretty simple, it turns out. In the Darwinian world of pro-cycling at the end of the 1990s, racing teams learned that the only way to level out competitive opportunity was to meet the standards set by the most committed. To ride within the limits of your own ability became naive, disloyal to the team, and uncompetitive. —
Beyond a boundary | Music for Deckchairs
Edited to remove the claims that only academics do this. (Every career thinks theirs invented “working unpaid overtime.”) I’d rather pin this on American workaholism, generally, and on the greatest lie the American corporation ever told us: That your career is like a family and if you do enough work for it, it will take care of you.
The solution, as always, is to force everyone to work freelance. Ban salaries.
Miller describes Barkowski as “a 60s dive bar with a little class and without the filth,” (via Barkowski, an Upscale Dive Devoted to Charles Bukowski - Nightlife - Eater LA)
Here’s a thing I just finished for a thing that is a SECRET.
british money’s called “quid”, short for liquid, which used to be the official currency. any liquid. “as long as it splash we use it for cash”- old british saying
two men walk into a bar. they have difficult & painful things to discuss but are somewhat grateful for the neutral location & convivial spirit. bye
Deaths per trillion kilowatt hours of power. (Note that nuclear deaths, aside from being trivial, include both actual deaths from nuclear disasters and extremely aggressive models of death from exposure to radiation.)
A ways back, I posted about this statue and many more traditional minded Catholics mocked it. The Pope loves this statue of a Homeless Jesus when many Cathedrals and Conservative Catholics did not. It’s nice to see this amazing statue finally getting some recognition.
The Cat Who Lived in the Dryer
Pan roasted brussels sprouts with bacon and walnut.