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The Depot of Mild Weather

I keep a small notebook for the depot on Larch Street because the official timetable only tells you where the buses stop, not what kind of morning they are carrying.

Most people do not care. They scan the board, match the wrist mirror number to their route, and stand under the awning with the same face everyone uses before work. I care because the changes are beautiful in the way a cheap thing can be beautiful when it keeps working after it should have quit.

The 14 used to be a straight rain bus. Then last month it started arriving with mild weather in the destination box. Not sun, not drizzle, not the hard silver fog they send through the south side when the schools run late. Mild. That is the word on the glass. People laugh at me for writing it down, but I saw three passengers step off looking less angry than when they boarded.

I am not a city planner or a climate clerk. I clean the vending machines twice a week and help my uncle count transfers when his knees are bad. That is enough access to notice things. The tide marks on the pavement have moved closer to bay three, even though there is no water in this part of town. The paper maps keep curling toward neighborhoods that were never printed. Yesterday a driver covered one stop name with tape and said it was for everyone's comfort.

That is what I like about buses. They make huge systems feel ordinary. You can stand next to the machine, drink bad coffee, and watch a whole city admit what it needs without saying it directly.

If the 14 says mild weather again tomorrow, I am taking it all the way to the last stop.

Focus

Good books
Great art
Continue to explore

take a care of myself
take care of my family

Back to blogger

Spending time with you (blogger) for a bit.

L3ss public but there for those who search.

I spent very little time in toxic online fight rooms, enough to fuck around a bit and get a quick sense of the people behind the names. 

All of that toxicity and misdirected hate were nothing compared to the amazon kdp print crowd. The 'writers' in the volunteer support forum were like a pack of attack animals. Maybe it's because it is money (livelihood or addiction) based just visceral hatred and inhuman gnarl. Bad news, never asking for help there again.

Blogg3r feels like the right place for me to vent and brainstorm. I will try to continue and get a rhythm again.

Self exhile

Burned myself out online. I know where we are at with AI and how to use it. I creted working programs with native exports. Videos with higher end (independent motion and sound (or stillness)) and licensed audio beds. It's just too expensive and the support is not there, yet.

I made 4 last videos and a 5th with the balance of credits. Over $60 spent on credits and $17 for audio license. 21 total likes on a channel YouTube reciently demomitzed for being AI even though it was approved as AI in 2023.

For my health, I put my computer in the closet and am focussing on traditional for the spring maybe summer. I should have all that I need, including permission to access the overgrown junlyard by the river. 

Canceled home internet, thinking about geting a local air tv antennea, I think they are only like $10 and free forever.

Success

Success is a fulfilled connection, use of effort.

Money doesn't need to be a factor at all.

Have to keep remembering,

especially when tired.

So I don't get mad,

or sad.

1 piece can be 2

1 piece

already a segment 

can be split in half

remaining a segment

but now

with 2