The man with a MacBook charger trailing behind his backpack like a lizard tail.
How talking about the past with a little condescension seems like a reasonable reward for being older, or compensation for missing the privileges of being young. (I try to accept whatever little condescension comes my way because I feel like if I were older, I would feel entitled to speak that way too.)
The pleading look from a jazz drummer to a horn player at the end of a drum solo, asking them to return to the song’s head.
Guitarist Mark “Bobo” Bowen channeling big Zoot Horn Rollo energy.
The unbelievably sweet nerdiness of the NPR staffers they drag onto the “stage” with them.
The best vegetable metaphor, from Captain Beefheart’s “10 Commandments of Guitar Playing”: “Keep that hat on. A hat is a pressure cooker. If you have a roof on your house, the hot air can’t escape. Even a lima bean has to have a piece of wet paper around it to make it grow.”
Watching the Democratic debate with Zaid and thinking about how debates — or national elections in general — seem to filter out the personality traits I want most in a leader: humility and patience.
Helping Urszula and Mitch, the owners of 20th Century TV & Stereo, a frozen-in-time electronics repair shop in Chicago, move equipment to their new storefront. After 50 years at one location, their landlord (and a host of other circumstances) is forcing them out.
The empty toilet paper cardboard rolls they use as cable organizers (a tip they picked up from a client).
The amazing design of old faceplates, vacuum tube boxes, and fuse tins (see also [1-29-20]).
The back work room covered in multicolored shag carpet (floor to ceiling).
Transporting a turntable needle sales display that I first saw, and admired, when I came into the store at sixteen to get a reel-to-reel tape machine repaired.
Shining a flashlight in the corner of the basement to find a life-size blow mold of Christmas Jesus.
The movie-worthy story they told me about a fraudulent check, a violent gangster, a stereo with a bullet graze on it, and a shop dog who saved the day. Prompted by picking up the aforementioned stereo.
Being confronted with the classic, much-written-about conflict between two totally different economies: the local, diffuse, mom-and-pop-based one and the global, largely consolidated, corporate-based one. I’m partial to the former but I admit that there are beautiful and ugly parts to each.