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completely unrelated to why I posted the O.P. originally but I'm pretty sure this cognitive error also contributes to a lot of boss gaslighting.
it is akin to universalizing your experiences and the preferences they inform, to universalize one experience you had as the norm. such a bummer when not used for love or other reproductive labors.
I've considered using painters tape and sharpies, which are ready to hand in junior’s craft bin four feet away.
I've considered moving the milk from the fridge’s right-side french door to the left-side french door.
I've mostly just been frustrated though.
"I should post about how frustrated I get coping with this situation”, I think to myself, and then fail to remember to do, until just now.
What a weird impulse to have.
The dairy we buy milk from now features an identical promotion on the rear panel and top closure (rear panel) of all of their gable-top cartons.
Given where the pour side of the gable is, and the fridge door side we keep our milk, and our family handedness, this creates an illusion where it appears that we have three identical open cartons in the fridge door when in fact we have half & half, whole milk, and 2% milk.
As a result, I feel insane every morning for about fifteen seconds.
RE: https://framapiaf.org/@lo/116221130567315481
a nice Friday afternoon 1,000 yard stare moment of zen
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https://nalasinephro.bandcamp.com/album/endlessness gm w/ Nala Sinephro's “Endlessness”.
plucked this off a best jazz albums of ‘24 list and it is beautifully mellow spriitual jazz that reminds me instrumentation wise — synth, string ensemble, keys, sax, (https://www.allmusic.com/album/endlessness-mw0004339978) — of Pharaoh Sanders' record w/ Floating Points.
I will be checking out more Nala Sinephro.
10 track album
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🏁 what I'm considering Portola, bound by 280, San Bruno Ave (or 101 I guess?), Mansell St, McLaren Park, and uh, the Excelsior? The north ridge of Visitacion Knob?
Poor winter weather, always a two-bus transfer to get there and to get back, and strava glitching out by 101 more than once made this take a long time to complete.
I also started biking weekdays for cardio instead of walking, so I had to put off the far corner for weekends.
RE: https://mastodon.palewi.re/@OldLAPhotos/116177989094501821
Howard Waldrop's "Flatfeet!”
It’s important that bits that only one in a thousand or fewer people will get are also funny on their own merits but some days, not important enough to send to drafts.
