Libraries are open, at least for pickup, again!
One of the worst things about this Puta Cuarentena, besides how no one seems to want it to end, is not having a library to hide in.
If you need something to read, my latest 4.5/5-rated novel BYEBYE AND SHLORT is available at the following libraries. Use your interlibrary loan system!
Mt. View: book
San Jose: ebook
Santa Cruz: book
Why are we still in a quarantine 4 months later? In summer??? Evidence can be found from a safe distance. I drove by the Classic Burger in Los Gatos on Saturday and all 16 members present of the San Jose Pharaohs car club sure as shit weren’t social distancing, except the two young heshers with the long bread. And these people are old enough to surely die from the coronavirus! Of course Los Gatos, that’s where you move to not follow anyone’s advice but your own for life.
So it’s a Santa Clara county safe for burger joint car shows, nail salons (where the Pharaohs’ ladies are getting their shit done, at least the guy dyed his thin pompadour black with spraypaint), bars and gyms –stuff that supports the fragile ego, the psychotic machismo and the fake friend — and no safe, halfway-educational place during the day for the kids.
Tell the Board of Supervisors what you think of that!
This morning I ran into Oscar. He looked about 65. Asked me how far I’d gone on my bike and I said only about 13 miles, just down to a plant spot and back. He said he once rode his bike to Reno, a two and a quarter day ride, and arrived in time to turn 21. He said he got super drunk in Reno.
I asked him if he could ride on 80 back then and his response wasn’t clear as he was changing the subject but I think he said yes. He said he’d been in the army as a youth, stationed in Germany, as a mechanic. He put seven years in at Sunsweet Prunes running the pitter machines, and they didn’t want to see him go when he left because he knew how everything ran. He was unclear whether this was before or after the army.
He said he’d gone to catechism right here downtown. Then he said that he’d been caring for his parents here downtown until they died, one at 83 and the other at 85.
When they died about a year ago (2019), he said that the city took the house and he didn’t know why. But they lived right on 87 and the city had taken all the rest down so they wanted his parents’. He didn’t get it because they owned the home outright. I speculate there could be a few reasons for this that Oscar didn’t know. He said that now he sleeps in the park.
He asked me for some help because he’d been drinking nothing but water all day. I told him good, he should drink water, and then gave him 3 bucks plus half the nectarines I’d just plundered down the street. Our neighborhood produces apricots, peaches, plums, pomegranates and avocados that put everything you ever bought in the store or from a CSA box to shame, in the purely super-organic nature of neglect and good weather.
Oscar said he’d pay me back and I said just tell me more stories next time. He had presumably everything he has on a walker, and walked slowly with a hunch to his neck. His clothes and stuff were in order and only the top of his hair was thinning, handsome, probably Italian, beard and mustache getting long.
Self-portraits from June since I’ve lived downtown.
Here the best fruit and avocados hide amongst the pointless urban cancer. Does yer scooter grow back every year with neglect, seasonal rain and sunshine?? How bout yer Tesla???
When I rode past the front of South Ten Auto Repair just south of Phelan about 2:30 there was an annoying cloud of smoke coming out, and about 2 minutes later it was a towering inferno. Apparently it’s hip to burn your old tires now, but what with we all drive emissions-free electric cars now, fuck it, burn the trash, right, pendejos??? 911 was busy.
Just found this huge stash of notes hidden where I’d never find them: in my fartsmone’s “notes” app. I don’t remember writing them. Glad they didn’t get lost!
It’s time for GENTRI-FI!
Bell’s Palo Alto – Bound Together SF – Pt Reyes Station Books – Monkeywrench Austin – Wooden Shoe Philadelphia – Bluestockings NYC
San José-area people who really hate walking are increasingly using dockless scooter-sharing for last-mile mobility with services such as Bird and Lime. South Bay Clean Creeks volunteers really love fishing them by the dozens out of the rivers, and in Santa Monica people even use them for firewood. Here’s what this cartoonist thought of first in terms of the trend’s expansion –which has proven to be true.
Time to visit www.exitosngnosis.com and pre-order your Byebye and Shlort, recipient of a 4.5/5 score from IndieReader! It’s much cheaper before May! Or be smart and tell your library to get it for you!
Review here: https://indiereader.com/2019/03/byebye-and-shlort/
The Guadalupe River swelled up to 7 feet, just shy of flood stage, on Thursday the 14th. There was an advisory either that night or the night before that the river would reach its flood stage of 8 feet but I don’t think the water made it that high.
Not nearly as cool as snow reaching the full length of the Santa Isabel foothills on the fifth (Karl Mondon of the BANG took some cool pictures that suggest the full extent), but unlike all yall reading this I don’t have a drone nor the unlimited free time to film that rare event, so the high river will have to do.
The angle above, taken from the western, high-ground arm of the bike trail, should be useful for comparison on low-water days. The eastern, low-ground arm of the trail is submerged about a meter or so here. The arrogant ecocidal piers of highways 280 and 87 stand on concrete feet right in the river from here until San Fernando Street.
Both flood channels are fully engaged as water tops their concrete curbs above and below.
Down the way a few blocks, Willow Glen Manor still exists, for now. Yes, it’s that bad. The clearance is less than 4 meters now. The bridge I’m standing on will be gone soon too, as it’s not only leaning to the west (drive over it and bounce down that 2-inch gap) but it’s so undermined by homeless campers’ hand-dug terracing that one day the river is going to turn it like a spigot handle. But don’t listen to me, see South Bay Clean Creeks Coalition for more on that.
The warning that came over cellphones etc. warned that Willow Glen would flood, but no such luck. The term flood would have been interpreted with exaggeration in the case of that district anyhow. We’ll have to wait yet for the Old-Testament destruction of that haven of narcissism and girlfriend-experiences.
Here’s some sewers running at overflow down over the bike path onto Willow, where it made a significant eddy just above a storm drain that goes to the river. It hadn’t rained all day, so I think this is coming up from the local storm sewers and not down from the freeway.