Iʼve learned to stop wearing my Dodgers sweatshirt around the building. People give me the stink eye. One of the valet guys told me itʼs because people here hate people from California. Iʼm not surprised. People are like that in Nevada, Oregon, and Washington, too.
Blathring in August, 2021
Go Blue
Saturday, August 28th, 2021 Alive 18,386 days
Not scary at all
Monday, August 23rd, 2021 Alive 18,381 days
Professional help
Sunday, August 22nd, 2021 Alive 18,380 days

Unpacking my stuff today, I was reminded of another good reason to hire a packing service when youʼre moving: Comedic value.
Every time Iʼve hired a company to pack my stuff to move, something has happened that just made me shake my head. Usually, itʼs caused by the packersʼ fear that they might forget to pack something.
When I moved from Houston to Chicago, the packing company packed my garbage, so that when I arrived in the Windy City, I had a nice stinking garbage can all ready to be emptied.
This time, the packing company actually packed the shelves from the cabinets in my kitchen. Iʼm not sure what Iʼm going to do with them in my new place, because theyʼre the wrong size for the cabinets here.
My old apartment building can have them back, if it wants. It just has to pay for the postage.
If you need some help, Iʼll be asleep
Friday, August 20th, 2021 Alive 18,378 days
Ski Tomball
Friday, August 20th, 2021 Alive 18,378 days
When people ask me why I moved to Houston, I tell them itʼs because I love to ski, and Iʼm bad at geography.
Thirsty for vowels
Monday, August 16th, 2021 Alive 18,374 days
You know itʼs raining, right?
Monday, August 16th, 2021 Alive 18,374 days
Still better mileage than a Chevy Suburban
Sunday, August 15th, 2021 Alive 18,373 days

In most cities, they have people pushing brooms to clean the streets. But this is Houston, so “Letʼs see if thereʼs a way we can do this sitting down while burning dead dinosaurs.”
If you put that thing in reverse, does it spew out everything its Hoovered up?
Coffee cops
Saturday, August 14th, 2021 Alive 18,372 days

Thereʼs a weird kind of hybrid bar -slash- epicurean bodega near my home called District Market that gives free coffee to cops and other essential workers. Thatʼs nice.
People make a lot of jokes about cops and doughnut shops thinking that itʼs nothing more than a lame stereotype, but few understand that thereʼs a historical reason for that association.
America used to be littered with all-night coffee shops. This was because people used to stay out later, as they didnʼt have much entertainment at home. People also used to work later because a lot of once-massive industries demanded it. And more people worked overnight shifts than they do now. Stopping at a coffee shop or a diner on the way home at 2am was a perfectly normal thing to do. People also used to work harder, so in some cities there were 24-hour cheap steak joints, but thatʼs a story for another time.
Because these coffee shops were open in the small hours, they were often the targets of criminals. A clever way to attract police officers to your late-night noshery in order to repel criminals was to offer the badged free coffee, and sometimes free doughnuts.
Whether District Market is giving away free coffee in lieu of paying for improved security doesnʼt really matter, because itʼs still a nice thing to do. And the whole notion of “free coffee” which used to be ubiquitous in American society has almost disappeared today.
Stock poorly
Friday, August 13th, 2021 Alive 18,371 days

My apartment building has a Stockwell vending machine in the basement.
Unlike the vending machines of yore, this one is just an open cabinet with a camera that watches what you take off the shelves and uses magic A.I. fairies to send you a bill. That is, if it works. Which it doesnʼt.
I canʼt even get the Stockwell app to acknowledge that the Stockwell machine in my building exists.
I guess Iʼll spend my snack money at the convenience store across the street, instead. Where I can pay by cash, or credit card, or Apple Pay, or even food stamps if I had them. And if something goes wrong, there are intermittently friendly people to help me out, and not some Silicon Valley robot barking, “object has no attribute.”
That first step is a doozy
Friday, August 13th, 2021 Alive 18,371 days

The Southwestern Bell building across the street has a channel in it that was once populated by windows. Then the windows were converted into doors. And now theyʼre death traps.
Amazingly, I occasionally see people open these doors and stand next to the abyss smoking. The crush out their cigarettes on the historic brick facade.
Asleep in the deal
Friday, August 13th, 2021 Alive 18,371 days
“Youʼre like a miniature Buddha, covered with hair.”
Wednesday, August 11th, 2021 Alive 18,369 days
Distorted view
Wednesday, August 11th, 2021 Alive 18,369 days

I shall work here today.
Ignorance is bliss
Wednesday, August 11th, 2021 Alive 18,369 days
Priority pizza
Tuesday, August 10th, 2021 Alive 18,368 days
It's interesting to see how much Houston has changed in the last 20 years, and how much it hasn't.
Things that are new include the robot security guards at the neighboring skyscrapers; light rail lines on three sides of my building; and a complete lack of jazz, classical, or news radio stations.
What hasn't changed includes Frank's Pizza, which has the finest 'zza west of the Mississippi; the first Starbucks I ever went to is still there; the horrendous undercarriage-scraping defect in San Felipe Road is still there 20 years later; and also the notion of “Texas friendly.”
People are so nice here compared with California, Nevada, Washington, Illinois, and most of the other places we've lived. The first truck stop we went to when we crossed the border was out of newspapers. Some rando guy heard me asking the casher about it, and he gave me the paper he was reading. “I only wanted to read the front page,” he lied. Same with 90% of everyone we've met. So generous.
They let you merge, unlike the Californians who are so angry and jealous to their cores that they think everything is a race. Even the guy with Tourette syndrome who works the parking lot at Target is super nice to everyone. A cop stopped traffic so I could cross the street carrying a pizza. I just can't imagine that happening anywhere else.
Wheeeeeez
Tuesday, August 10th, 2021 Alive 18,368 days
Gettinʼ nothinʼ but static from Channel Z
Tuesday, August 10th, 2021 Alive 18,368 days
Signs of the times
Sunday, August 8th, 2021 Alive 18,366 days
Every electronic road sign in Nevada: “Keep Vegas open, get your shots now!”
Every electronic road sign in Arizona: “6.8 million doses administered so far. Get yours!”
Every electronic road sign in New Mexico: “Protect your family. Get your free COVID vaccine.”
Every electronic road sign in Texas: “Buckle up for safety!”
Does it rock?
Saturday, August 7th, 2021 Alive 18,365 days
0xDEADBEEF
Thursday, August 5th, 2021 Alive 18,363 days
That looks comfy
Thursday, August 5th, 2021 Alive 18,363 days
On, Dasher
Thursday, August 5th, 2021 Alive 18,363 days
Open all the windows
Thursday, August 5th, 2021 Alive 18,363 days

I didnʼt necessarily expect to wake up to chirping birds and the softness of wind through sagebrush this morning. But I also didnʼt expect to wake up to a diesel-powered emergency sump pump.
The water line feeding the Best Western Plus Hotel in Fort Stockton broke overnight. Which means that after driving 400 miles last night, I have to drive another 350 miles without a shower. In August. In Texas.