More moving help at 20th Century TV & Stereo [2-24-20].
The sound of plastic stereo and VCR parts jiggling in my car trunk.
The customer who came in, acting like a jerk, demanding a refund, and then if not a refund, contrition from the owners. “You probably think I’m an asshole,” he said to me, mostly correctly. (It ended well, thanks to fellow helper Andy.)
The polka records and homemade Lawrence Welk tapes strewn around.
At their new store, the storefront church congregation singing next door.
The stranger who held open the door for me, beleaguered by multiple pizza boxes, at Lou Malnati’s.
How even when past futurists got something right, their predictions still bore the mark of their own time — like Jean-Marc Côté 1899 images of video chatting with a projector and gramophone (via Uncle Bruce).
Mom, Uncle Danny, and Oona watching Bachelor with a bowl of candy on the table.
Thinking about “rational-irrational adapters”: mental tricks we use to convert irrational ideas into rational ones? To retrofit impulse with reasons? Not sure, but I am sure I’m lapsing into my college philosophy degree.
One weird challenge of participating in mass collective action around preventing something: if it works, no one will have visceral proof that it worked. And so we’ll be vulnerable to people who say that the action wasn’t warranted.
Walking past an apartment with a loud (anti-) quarantine party going on inside.
Baking a whole roll of cookie dough into one sheet with Casey.
The rousing trailer for Streit’s: Matzo and the American Dream, a documentary about the Streit’s matzah factory in Manhattan. “The water we use is New York City water which is the best water in the world. If you want Jersey water, fine! Buy matzos from Jersey.” [4-3: They shut down :(]