“Reception classes stay indoors when the air quality index (AQI) hits 180 – measured on an official scale of 500 by various sensors across the city. For primary kids the limit is 200, while the eldest students are allowed to brave the elements up to 250. Anything above 300 and school trips are called off. The World Health Organisation, meanwhile, recommends a safe exposure level of 25.”
Tonight I headed over to play Whirlyball with some folks at work, as part of a holiday celebration. Given the large size of Sears, there’s a general lunch thing that happens for the downtown folks… but smaller teams tend to go and do their own thing separately.
It’s surprising, as this song is not really not normally my thing, and very different from most everything else in my collection. But since I’ve listening to this track so much lately… felt like it was worth sharing.
So I don’t think of my time in the attic in terms of hours, I think of them in terms of podcast episodes. On Saturday, I was upstairs working for about 2.5 Serials. Today, it was one This American Life and two Radio Labs.
It’s funny – I used to be all careful coming up here, putting on a Tyvek suit and booties. Now, I just come up in jeans, a t-shirt, and a hoodie. Where I used to be super careful moving around, I’m literally just swimming in this stuff. I’m on my hands and knees, I’m on my back, on my belly. I’m hugging the dirty shop vac as I move it around – I don’t really care anymore. It’s like I’m taking a bath in all this muck, and it’s become normal now.
On arriving home, I hung out with Liz downstairs for a bit (she was home with the day off). I walked upstairs some time later, and on getting to the top of the stairs… looked in and noticed the back bedroom was brand spanking clean!
Relativity: Webcomic About the First Faster-Than-Light Spaceflight, and the Effects it Has on a Marriage
My coworker Beck Kramer is a front end developer, but in her non-work hours she’s an amazing artist. Her current project is Relativity, an ongoing webcomic about the first faster-than-light spaceflight, and the effects it has on a marriage.
On Saturday, Rob and the other artists in his studio space are having an open house at 4045 N Rockwell Street. The event goes from 5 – 10PM, and looks to feature a lot of different work from different folks…
There is a homeless guy who sits on a milk crate, just outside the Chipotle at State and Madison. I see him most days, Monday through Friday, whenever I walk by. He’s an older black man, with a bit of gray in his hair. He speaks kindly to everyone who passes by, giving everyone a small salutation: “Hey there, sir. You have a good day. Hey there young couple, you be good to one another now.” His voice is cracked when he speaks, from the strain of trying to say hello to nearly everyone who walks by him.
As a quick summary, the subject of Season 1 is the 1999 murder of Hae Min Lee, a popular Baltimore high school senior who disappeared after school one day. Six weeks later, her ex-boyfriend Adnan Syed is charged with her murder, and he eventually is found guilty.
In meeting new folks, I got to chat with some really fun people. I met Mena, who used to be part of a bar trivia team with Meg. I told her about Mystery League and learned she was really into crime and detective shows. She brought up Serial, which I’ve been listening to (and I was playing Episode 1 for Liz, on our way over).
My Saturdays are fast turning into attic days. With winter here and the temperature dropping, we need to get the attic set up with new insulation. But before we can do that, there’s a lot to clean up.
The taste of Soylent to me had a slightly sweet note to it. Like a very light/faint vanilla, but not very strong at all. The consistency was, unfortunately, a little chalky. It tasted a bit gritty. I didn’t mind it too much, but I could see that turning some people off.
“What inspired us to create Recho is our love of podcasts. One day when discussing our favourite episode, we both remembered exactly where we had been when listening to it. And this sparked the question: What if a story belonged to a place and you would have to be at that exact place to hear it?”