Yeah, java, that's kind of what I was thinking. I guess I was wondering if there was some sort of "Gosh, this happened to me and I don't know if it also happened to you, be aware" kind of thing, where then possibly the guilty party might be like "So sorry".

In other news...I just got a call from a recruiter for something that, while not my dream job, would be fairly close to it. But that would mean I'd leave this current company (a) right after they finished training me and (b) have that short term thing on my resume. OTOH, I'm really not pleased with the project they assigned me to, and kind of dreading working on it for the next however-long. Asked the recruiter to send me details. Not sure if I should try for it. Ack.

Because of it being 4/20, we had the drug-sniffing dogs through the school today. We don't have them often, but today? Yeppers.

meara, so glad you called the police last night. That's just scary. And then the "gift" he left you? Would totally piss me off.

Sweet fancy Moses, but Cincinnati is segregated. I mean, I knew that, but.

Also, apparently a lot of people live in Ault Park.

Is there any appropriate way to ask/warn/remind them that it's NOT OK for them or their guests to scare the shit out of me, wake me up, bang on the door, and then puke on it?

It was a scary / disturbing situation but I think, no, there is no good or appropriate way to accuse your neighbor's of having bad friends. There's the fairly transparent passive aggressive method of leaving a note on all of the doors about your experience as a "courtesy" and "safety" thing. But I think you'd really just be risking having an actively negative relationship with them instead of basically the current nonexistent one.

But it sucks. And I am glad you were careful and called 911 and as disgusting as the vomit is, it probably means drunken mistake and not someone actively trying to cause harm. Smelly silver lining though.

Also, apparently a lot of people live in Ault Park.

Weird, huh? Same with Mt. Airy Forest.

I looked up Greene County, Pennsylvania, around my little village, and it's not so much that there's maybe 1% non-white in the township, it's that there are so few people at all. The dots were very far apart, and I realized how few concentrations of people there are. You've got farm houses half a mile apart, and some clusters of houses where families have stayed together, but until you get to a region that say "Incorporation sounds like a good idea," there aren't many people there. Wide spots in the road and places where the Powers that Be said, "Well, we've got to give it some sort of name."

First, check out this pretty pup.

Also, I've been attempting to get my cousin to adopt a burro or pony. You know, finding her cute burros on the BLM website or pretty mustangs or possibly a sheltie in need of a home.

Slacktivist has a bit of a roundup post on the women religious issue.

The census tract where I grew up (Kansas City) is 39% White, 54% Black, 8% Hispanic with a population just under 3000. I think the B/W proportions were closer to 50/50 when I lived there.

The stats for where I live now shocked me until I looked at the surrounding tracts. Mine is 75% White, 6% Black, 9% Hispanic, 5% Asian, 6% other. Literally across the street is 53% White with the surrounding areas ranging from 23 - 55% White with considerably higher Black and Hispanic numbers. I think my tract probably includes more single family homes and 3 flats mixed in with the small-medium sized apartment buildings.

The population density is interesting. Where I am now (which is lower density than the surrounding areas) has twice the population of the tract where I lived in Detroit (which is higher density than the surrounding areas) and about 1/3 of the land area.

I still don't show up anywhere. You actually can see me in the 2000 census data, because I am literally the only Asian on that part of the reservation. But not on the map; I'm not enough for a dot.

But I've always lived where there basically isn't any other Asian population (if only I had known Kat when we were kids!) so it's not that startling.

All the places I've lived recently are the ubiquitous grey "other" dot. Yeah, hello, Native America!