And on the hipster front, a new store opened in the business district of our neighborhood, called Northside Grange: Pet & Urban Farm Supply. The large sign in the window says "Dog, Cat, & Chicken Feed."
Northside is the Midwest nexus of secret hipster chickens. (Actually, they don't have to be secret; city ordinances allow chickens as long as they aren't a nuisance, so it's sort of just a matter of making sure your neighbors are cool with your birds.)
I love that my urban hipster neighborhood has a feed store now. Oh, Northside.
That sounds kind of wonderful, Teppy.
We live downslope of what is the county law enforcement's qualifying and training gun range, as well as a civilian gun range. And between the transition neighborhood's Saturday nights on one side and the dove and rabbit hunters on the other, we get far less gunfire here than in our old place. The whole neighborhood was on granite bedrock, and the two-lane at the end of our street had been a truck route and a late-night dragstrip for years, and remained so even after the new section of the interstate opened less than a mile from us. The roar started around 5AM and went until after midnight. We may have been in the monarchs' migration route, but we were also in the flight path of two local airports. A little disconcerting to be watching tv and have landing lights shining through the window. Our habitual urging of "Get it up!" to clear the roof disconcerted not a few guests. And a 100-unit development was built at the end of our sleepy cul-de-sac, turning the block into a high-traffic speedway.
Our neighborhood here is primarily retirees. Sometimes the quiet is just downright spooky.
I am grateful every morning that I conquered my insomnia issues because I would describe my neighborhood as urban noisy. There is the community airport a few blocks away with flight school prop planes and small jets. It is also home to the Goodyear Blimp which flies over low often. We have many people that are fond of fireworks. Outdoor events at the beach are in audible range as well as events at the amphitheater in the other direction. Add traffic helicopters, or police search helicopters to the mix. Also, sharing the house with 18 and 21 yo young men whose schedules and mine are not matchy. So yeah, good thing I now sleep like a log. I depend on Zoe to alert me to actual danger.
eta: I don't think I have heard actual gunfire. If so I likely thought it a blown transformer or fireworks.
And now an infuriating interview with that "seduction guide" guy: [link]
I know this point has been made a thousand times on tumblr, but I think people are really not taking into account how women are socialized to be all playful "haha stop it" when they actually mean "GET YOUR FUCKING HAND OFF ME."
I think people are really not taking into account how women are socialized to be all playful "haha stop it" when they actually mean "GET YOUR FUCKING HAND OFF ME."
Man, I did that with a guy who was a known creeper (I hesitate to use the term "predator") among our wider group of acquaintances. I really wanted to smack his hand or break a finger, and I *totally* did the "Now, watch yourself, or you won't get that hand back, hahahaha!" And I was SO PISSED at myself even as I was doing it. Because I didn't want to cause a scene, and I didn't want a known creeper to get mad at me.
Dana:
Man - I know. Is it his knees again?
Sounds like it certainly contributed, sumi.
I didn't really expect K-Bug to come by today as she typically does on Mondays around this time of day. But I had hoped.
I'm going to another sports bar tonight. They have bacon fries on the menu. I don't know what that is, exactly, but I feel compelled to get them.
Bacon fries sound reprehensibly yummy.
