Monday

Is Supposed to be Fun and Good

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Social psychology for fun

    Interaction influence and mostly persuasion

        The domination groups have over individuals

            How individuals control those very groups

        Making organizations and systems and governance work

So many pieces and stories and ideas to process and
So many pieces and stories and ideas to juggle

        When the topography makes sense and the path is clear

            There is some magic when there is clarity

        Propaganda makes our hearts grow fonder

    Manipulation shaping and mostly prediction

Social psychology for good

Thursday

Never Forget Where You Came From

La Erreur Frances (2005 & 1998) [clicky]
the Kingdom of Leisure [clicky]
middlespace sounds [clicky]
America 2020
Leis

Friday

Slid the Slide

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The slide is slid
We slid the slide
We run in fear
And cannot hide

I will not care
What others think
Lovely planet
On the brink

Just live each day
Advance and thrive
Seek some pleasure
You won't survive

What was the plan
What did it mean
Who was this for
Was it a dream

In the context
We're just a blip
There is no port
This sinking ship

All the damage
That we done did
We slid the slide
The slide is slid

Thursday

The Shipping Lady

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My existence has resulted in the necessity of a regular shipping service. I sometimes ship odd shaped items. There was a time when a lot of art was exported from middlespace. Sometimes I can pack items for shipment and sometimes I have them do it for me (they are professionals, trust professionals). In the 15 or so years they’ve shipped for me I only know of one cracked piece of frame glass. It was probably my fault.

Ninety percent of the time The Shipping Lady will be there. Always the absolute best, friendly. Every move is precise. Every judgment is accurate. I trust The Shipping Lady (yes, I do know her name). Packing. Shipping. Notary. These are the people in my neighborhood.

Today when I offered the recipient as, “[lastname] on [streetname],” The Shipping Lady said, “Oh, this one’s for Rich.” It was really familiar yet not pretentiously so. It was a noticeable thing but really subtle. She wasn’t fishing for anything, just doing her job. She just knew.

We always talk baseball, year round. Today we greeted each other with an exaggerated shrug because of a big free agency signing. She’s a Nationals fan. Endearingly so. She isn’t a 2019 bandwagoneer. The Shipping Lady has been all-in since 2005. She knows baseball and she knows I do too. She also knows that I am a homer for my team as well but she never remembers which team that is. All The Shipping Lady knows is Ty is from California. She’ll reference Angles (bleh), Giants (really?), Dodgers, Padres (haha), or A’s. It doesn’t matter and I don’t mind at all. She needn’t to know.

One of the many businesses that Amazon is killing is the neighborhood shipping service. USPS survives because they actually deliver a portion of Amazonia. I can't imagine trying to ship anything from the Post Office. Direct delivery cuts shipping services out of the loop, unfortunately. And they can’t survive on packing tape and greeting cards. I guess I hadn’t thought that through yet.

Anyway, The Shipping Lady is happy the Nationals paid to keep Straus but she is disappointed they couldn’t keep Anthony and he went to Anaheim. Now I have to keep track of the Angels.

Whichever happens first to end my relationship with The Shipping Lady will be sad. The store closes. The Shipping Lady retires or no longer works there. I no longer have odd shaped art to send. All of these options mean something quite permanent. As with any long run, the end comes quickly.

It’s very much like this at the grocery store too, but with basketball.