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scrottieJury duty: Assignment issued Fri was to *maybe* appear at 1pm Tues depending on whether at Tues 11:15am they figured out they needed people. At 11:15pm, I watching a Sacramento light rail bus while waiting for updates... no jury duty, thanks for making myself available. Foiled again.
Quickly caught one of the SCT (Sacramento County Transit... the rural routes) buses back to the one-third way point, Galt, where I had a three hour layover. Walked around the flea market more. It's extremely Hispanic. Previously, I didn't get away from the doodaads but decided to do a quick pass before hitting the library that's also right by the bus stop... on one far side (this thing is pretty big) is produce. Avocados in stores are inexplicably $1.50 to $2 each and at the market, $3 buys you a small bucket. So apparently only gringos buy avocados at the supermarket and they don't buy that many. A satsuma tree was for sale and a lot of people fawning over it like it was a baby. So far I've resisted the urge to push my way to the front and pick it up. Satsumas aren't in season but there were several other varieties *of mandarin oranges. I bought one then immediately forgot what type I was told it is. They're pretty good, with nice flavor and a bit of tang, but not easy to peel. I got two pounds, which cost a dollar. I may have to go to Galt more often. Oh, there's a large trailer making corn tortillas. There was a long line and I have store tortillas. Next time.
I was sure I saw grapefruits on a grapefruit tree but saw none at the market. Checking the trees in Isleton, one yellow grapefruit is full of fruit but another grapefruit tree I've stolen from is bare. Oranges are exploded now, in Isleton and at the flea market. I'll steal some later but I'm taken care of for now and I'm doubtful the yellow grapefruit will make good marmalade and it's hard to steal enough to marmalade from one person's private tree without it looking like a robbery. It's probably too late or I'd see blossoms or immature fruitballs.
One work task derailed me while I was on the train (which always has way worse cell coverage and way more tunnels than I ever remember) turned out to be a module that bundles up emails with their images as inline-MIME attachments running the images through the same (default, unrequested, whether you use it or not) template parser as the body of the email. And it took $company this long before I came along and tried to use an image where the two character template escape sequence appeared (not once but twice in the image). And the error was incredibly unhelpful. So that was a day debugging that module and slowly realizing the horror and continuing to fail to get what is expected to be a basic task done.
Work is in bad shape. Most coursework for the week is done. The thought of falling off the edge two weeks in a row was too much so had to clear that off. No more major running around until next week, where I promised to stop in and pick up the new sail. That might be getting up at 5am or something ungodly to catch the Rio Vista bus so I can make it there in time to make it back on the last bus at 6pm. If I hadn't kept them waiting on that pickup for a long time already, I'd make them wait until it was convenient for me. The Bermuda Triangle of Davis, Sacramento, and the Bay Area is surprisingly disconnected but also kind of surprising that it has any bus connectivity at all.
Oh yeah... the ride in after getting off the train in Martinez Friday:
That first hell climb I pushed the bike up after trying to mash a short time. That didn't help with average speed. Fully loaded single speed has limits and it looks like despite my repeated insistence on the non-plastic bottom bracket at the bike shop when I was asked, I got the plastic bottom bracket and I cracked it. The second climb was easy, for me, but my bottom bracket was already having a sad. They probably went to order it and saw the metal ones were out so went oh well and ordered that. I made three routes and jumped from being on one to the other to the third which thankfully had zero closed military checkpoints (thanks, Google) and got in at about 1:30am. Incidentally, I rode past three BART light rail stations but for some reason decided that exploring military checkpoints and pushing my bike up hills sounded like the thing I wanted to be doing instead. With a failing bottom bracket. Tho in its defence it did handle the 40 mile Nassau loop a handful of times and a couple of trips to the store before cracking.
Edit: The second climb is the Antioch bridge! Scary on a good day, it's terrifying when the famous Delta Breeze is howling. Thankfully the wind was calm *and* it wasn't raining, coming in.
Quickly caught one of the SCT (Sacramento County Transit... the rural routes) buses back to the one-third way point, Galt, where I had a three hour layover. Walked around the flea market more. It's extremely Hispanic. Previously, I didn't get away from the doodaads but decided to do a quick pass before hitting the library that's also right by the bus stop... on one far side (this thing is pretty big) is produce. Avocados in stores are inexplicably $1.50 to $2 each and at the market, $3 buys you a small bucket. So apparently only gringos buy avocados at the supermarket and they don't buy that many. A satsuma tree was for sale and a lot of people fawning over it like it was a baby. So far I've resisted the urge to push my way to the front and pick it up. Satsumas aren't in season but there were several other varieties *of mandarin oranges. I bought one then immediately forgot what type I was told it is. They're pretty good, with nice flavor and a bit of tang, but not easy to peel. I got two pounds, which cost a dollar. I may have to go to Galt more often. Oh, there's a large trailer making corn tortillas. There was a long line and I have store tortillas. Next time.
I was sure I saw grapefruits on a grapefruit tree but saw none at the market. Checking the trees in Isleton, one yellow grapefruit is full of fruit but another grapefruit tree I've stolen from is bare. Oranges are exploded now, in Isleton and at the flea market. I'll steal some later but I'm taken care of for now and I'm doubtful the yellow grapefruit will make good marmalade and it's hard to steal enough to marmalade from one person's private tree without it looking like a robbery. It's probably too late or I'd see blossoms or immature fruitballs.
One work task derailed me while I was on the train (which always has way worse cell coverage and way more tunnels than I ever remember) turned out to be a module that bundles up emails with their images as inline-MIME attachments running the images through the same (default, unrequested, whether you use it or not) template parser as the body of the email. And it took $company this long before I came along and tried to use an image where the two character template escape sequence appeared (not once but twice in the image). And the error was incredibly unhelpful. So that was a day debugging that module and slowly realizing the horror and continuing to fail to get what is expected to be a basic task done.
Work is in bad shape. Most coursework for the week is done. The thought of falling off the edge two weeks in a row was too much so had to clear that off. No more major running around until next week, where I promised to stop in and pick up the new sail. That might be getting up at 5am or something ungodly to catch the Rio Vista bus so I can make it there in time to make it back on the last bus at 6pm. If I hadn't kept them waiting on that pickup for a long time already, I'd make them wait until it was convenient for me. The Bermuda Triangle of Davis, Sacramento, and the Bay Area is surprisingly disconnected but also kind of surprising that it has any bus connectivity at all.
Oh yeah... the ride in after getting off the train in Martinez Friday:
That first hell climb I pushed the bike up after trying to mash a short time. That didn't help with average speed. Fully loaded single speed has limits and it looks like despite my repeated insistence on the non-plastic bottom bracket at the bike shop when I was asked, I got the plastic bottom bracket and I cracked it. The second climb was easy, for me, but my bottom bracket was already having a sad. They probably went to order it and saw the metal ones were out so went oh well and ordered that. I made three routes and jumped from being on one to the other to the third which thankfully had zero closed military checkpoints (thanks, Google) and got in at about 1:30am. Incidentally, I rode past three BART light rail stations but for some reason decided that exploring military checkpoints and pushing my bike up hills sounded like the thing I wanted to be doing instead. With a failing bottom bracket. Tho in its defence it did handle the 40 mile Nassau loop a handful of times and a couple of trips to the store before cracking.
Edit: The second climb is the Antioch bridge! Scary on a good day, it's terrifying when the famous Delta Breeze is howling. Thankfully the wind was calm *and* it wasn't raining, coming in.
