Notes from May 2019

- When I lived in Cork there were five second-hand clothiing shops along and around the medieval high street

- nobody thinks i do enough that i should have a budget, a pittance, an allowance even.

- a young woman carefully pushed out of an elevator a wheeelchair filled with a woman who must have been her mom — a woman so fat that she barely fit. The wheelchair was sized to fit through the elevator doors.
She was at the upper limit that one can accumulate without losing access to medical attention.

chicken rapa nui

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I don't know what people want when they want to talk.
I think it's an addiction

remains
socially-acceptable indeed
confronting it
unpopular by nature and almost taboo

able to say
"I don't enjoy talking"
as easily as to decline a drink or a smoke
or a bar of chocolate; no, thanks

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Those red lanes are dedicated to bicycles. Red lanes are indeed sacrosanct in NL, always and only for bicycles. This is enforced with an angry bell. That's part of how it works: the domains are clear.

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my heart sinks when somebody comes to talk to me
it's not for me

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A splinter of the True Cross. Nah, man, that's a toothpick.

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-Authority marches with obligatory words and phrases.