Joseph

Boing Boing turned me onto an episode of Cerebro that did a deep dive on Magneto. Spencer Ackerman, a Pulitzer Prize-winning nation security reporter argues Magneto’s sociopolitical implications in the Marvel Universe. https://anchor.fm/cerebrocast/episodes/Episode-016-Erik-Magnus-Lehnsherr-feat–Spencer-Ackerman-enoh95

My dog, Blossom, does not play well with other dogs. She’s too excitable, and I can’t rust that she’ll fly off the handle around another dog. But there is a husky on our daily walk, which she is pretty friendly with. Tonight was the longest they’ve spent in each other’s presence: three minutes. There was lots of nuzzling and licking of fur. The fence helps keep Blossom calm.

🎧 Winding down your Sunday evening? May I suggest today’s SOUNDWAVE mix by Michał Milczarek? It’s a blend of ambient, trip hop, chillout and downtempo with music from Envee, IDRA, KMRU, meeting by chance, Julianna Barwick, Palette, and Thom Yorke.

Listen http://josephaleo.com/blog/soundwave-54-michal-milczarek/

Last weekend I received my first vaccination shot.

I hadn’t had much luck getting an appointment. I seemed to miss every window. Not that I was anxious about it because I knew I’d get vaccinated eventually. Still, sooner would be better than later.

Saturday, I was out shopping for groceries. It was a little alarming because a guy was constantly coughing who always ended up in the same aisle as me. In the last, I don’t think it would have pinged my radar, but in a pandemic, it was a bit concerning.

While I was in line at the deli, my phone rang. It was a call from a pharmacy I had signed up for to be on their vaccination waitlist a few weeks earlier. They had some extra doses, and if I could make it to their pharmacy before closing, I could get my first shot. Could I make it? Most definitely.

I rushed to the register to be rung up. The woman at the register stopped and held up my cilantro and asked if it was regular cilantro or organic. I told her I had a vaccination appointment to get to and to charge whatever she wanted.

I got the hell out of the supermarket and made it to the Mercy Plaza Pharmacy. After filling out some paperwork, I got my shot. Didn’t feel a thing.

While I was waiting out my mandatory 15 minutes to see if there were any ill effects, the owner came by to check up on me. Hell of a nice guy. Turns out his pharmacy is independent and family-owned. He was proud of his teenage son for volunteering at the pharmacy during the pandemic. I was proud, too.

I had such a great time talking to the guy that weird as it may sound; I can’t wait for my next shot.

While I’m sad that Twitter shuttered Periscope, I have to admit I rarely watched it myself. It seemed like most people were posting videos of themselves smoking joints. I never understood the appeal of those videos. It’s like watching paint dry. Anyway, I guess I’ll be using Instagram Live until a decent replacement comes around.