Today, the city of Albany demolished a long neglected property in the Sheridan Hollow neighborhood. I have photographed the area over the years, so, this photo was taken in 2012, shortly after a fire displaced 2 families, and four buildings were summarily demolished.
The first image is of the rear stair of the building demolished by the city today.
The second photo has the demolished building just outside the frame.
The third photo is of a church across the street, which now serves as a social services organization for the citiy’s homeless and impoverished.
1,000% this. I’m in the ten or twelve, whatever, percent of Americans that hold a Masters degree.
I think the people that sweep the floor, or bag my groceries shouldn’t be compensated so disproportionately to what my income potential is as a recipient of an advanced degree.
There’s no reason I should make so much more, and certainly there is no reason anyone capable of work should be living in poverty, —ever.
Respect accorded various professions will change with the pay-scale, all jobs are important.
Not that skills and education shouldn’t matter to income, but they certainly shouldn’t matter as much as they do.
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When To Replace Strings On Instruments
Violins: When gaps in the winding appear, or a noticeable dent at either nut or bridge occurs. (They’re not going to set you back much, so go ahead and start imagining that this is happening after about 9 months)
Violas: When kinks develop, or string behaves like a limp penis. Strings should have some bounce to them, like an erect phallus. (Viagra will not help)
Cellos: When you can afford a new set, or every couple of years (less for thinner strings). Or, if you’re obsessed with “resonant sound”, whenever your ears start to feel prickly and your fingers crave the touch untainted by layers of rosin and regret.
Basses: Pretty much never. Save up for new ones, and when the 10 year mark rolls around, think about wearing protective goggles incase of snappage. Start having birthday parties for your strings after 12 years, and mourn their passing as you would an elderly relative.
Pianos/auto harps/Harps: Fuck if I know, call the requisite fairy. (Anyone who can deal with tuning that many strings must be magical)
I just looked at my phone now. I momentarily panicked that I was down to just forty-five minutes on my phone before I remember it’s almost the end of the month anyway, so I need not be super-concerned.
Then I got to thinking about all the people who tell me I need a smart phone. Why, I wonder? I have all of 250 minutes on my phone each month, and I almost never run out of minutes before the end of the month. I send texts, occasionally, to friends. The “what time are you getting here” variety. And I use the phone to call my doctor or my son’s school. (where most of my minutes went this month).
There’s zero reason for me to spend money on a fancy phone I’m not interested in using and won’t use. I use a phone for things I have to do, —when I want to talk to people, I am on my MBP, or I go out somewhere.
My weird introverted tendencies come out in odd ways. I don’t remember a time in my life I ever enjoyed talking on a phone. E-mail seems less obtrusive. A person can answer it whenever they want to. A phone buzzes or makes noise, and interrupts work if I am trying to concentrate on something.
I figure people know how to reach me if they need to talk to me. My good friends know not to use the phone.
A young lady walks by who you find sexually attractive. You're probably not clever enough to come up with an original thought so the only remaining option is to yell out at her…
For the women in my life: