Each morning, as I walk by the rusty corrugated metal fence in front of this, I think of a garden, a really beautiful one, that just has to be up that ramp, around the corner, to the left, tucked away, just beyond what’s visible from the street.

The thought of being in that garden stays with me roughly until the time the train arrives and I have to push my way in.

Spent over 3 hours last night at the food coop meeting. The racist black-shirted BDS people showed up en force again, but were soundly defeated – again – hopefully for good this time.

I sat next to a grandson of White-Russian emigrants who fled during the revolution. He even had someone in Kerensky’s government, who got shot by the Bolsheviks. I didn’t tell him what my communist great-grandfather was doing at the time. He plied me with parenting advice.
Told me how he camped out overnight outside the pre-school and how that was the only way he managed to get his 3-year old in. This is just great.
Why does everything need to be so cut-throat?

A woodworking class is $600 for five classes!
It’s the only one in the city.

I just want to make a clean-looking wooden enclosure box to replace the ugly 1980s-design intercom speaker that’s in this apartment. And taking the class is the only way to get access to their woodworking shop!

App delivers relevant news based on users’ genomes

This is both creepy and amazing.

I kind of want to get my genome sequenced, but want to make sure this is done by a company that I can fully trust with how seriously they take security, and that it wouldn’t change when Google/Alphabet acquires them. Just thinking about what it would take to research that makes my head hurt.

App delivers relevant news based on users’ genomes