Bongo the Woofer
It was sporting of her to set me up a couple of tents on the front lawn while the guesthouse is booked. One, a clothes-closet of sorts, the other more immediate living. Or sleeping. Only at night, the days are far too hot, days you have to escape, find someplace cool, a hammock in the woods...
A week into this real-world-woofer living and a friend of hers comes by to do some garage saleing. She's heard about my prowess, I'm rolled out of bed at 6:30 AM, still ripped from the night before, can't stand, can't find my wallet (it's in the garden, where it fell out of my pocket...)
I find it. Miracle. And then we're off, I'm driving, friend is navigating, it's good she's there, keeps me sober, or on the right side of the road while I sober up...
The first few, in Nelson, nothing, really, of interest, a box of kids toys, I overpay for the job-lot, mostly instruments, rain stick, zills (finger cymbals), various slide and tin flutes, train whistles, gyroscopes, the total of the lot, by sticker price, can't exceed $5.00, but I buy the job lot for $10.00 because I can't be bothered to do the addition...
We move on, hit the 7:00 AM lot, then down south of Taghum to the Valley for the 8:00 lot. Nothing for me. Breakfast bite, then homeward, the lineup of 8:00 and 9:00 on the list. She's having a great day, purchases at every stop. Me, not so, nothing I'm so inspired to buy, mostly rubbish, curiously, most of the real treasures are in the free bins, a set of pasties, unused, with tassels, I need this. A very big Maglight, I need this. 2 Vintage 35 MM Nikon and Yashicamat cameras, with lenses and filters, I need this...Stapler and Staples, I need this, I could go on, I'm getting everything I need for free, but paying for every frivolous want ...
And so it goes, plucking the best of fruits for free and buying rubbish to alleviate my guilt...
Finally, garage sale, misc shit for sale, including - Bongos!!!!
This is how I know I'm still sketchy, hammered, 2 sets of bongos, both broken, one - separated, veneer torn, the other missing skins, I pick them both up for a mere $15.00, bargain, but, really, WTF?
I mean, what do I need Bongos for? But I have this vision, that I'll invite the Rainbow Tribe to live with me on the front lawn, that I'll be known as "Bongo the Woofer", that there will be a flash-mob uninvited festival and I'll sing "I...don't want to work...I just want to bang on the drum all day..." and I realize, again, that I'm still loaded from the night before and just buying shit to buy shit and that really, really, I need to find a place of my own...
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The Blind Accordianist
An older hippie, pretending to be blind, the round reflective glasses, the positioning of his collapsible chair, if the light is right you can see that his eyes are alive and working, he's just pretending, a folding chair set up in close proximity to somebody's car or Oso or just off Baker Street, playing, not even badly, not even wrong, he's just pushing buttons and squeezing it, tuneless, cacophony, he's the sympathy busker, people give him money in the hopes that he gets some lessons, but that's not his game, he has no interest in playing, he probably picked up the accordion from a free bin around town, it's been weeks now I've seen him and I'm a better accordionist when I play - and I can't'; he's just preying upon the local liberals and kind-hearted fellow hippies, gullible tourists, the sympathy busker "See what happens if you don't take lessons?"...he's probably making a killing...
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Cryptocurrencies
Curious as to what alternatives there are to BitCoin and Ethereum, the two main cryptocurrencies that are priced somewhat out of my league, and so I'm doing a little research.
Is it worth investment? Will it survive? Proof of robot work, the calculation of lengthy and intensive - and, on the surface, meaningless problems (larger and larger prime numbers, for example), investment capital, the future belongs to those who own the most machines, or robots, and this is the sign of the Armageddon...
There's a coin for every flavour - 9 alone that pandered to those interested in porn - groincoin, sexcoin, wankcoin, etc, most of which have failed. There's Potcoin - to facilitate the buying of pots I'm guessing, and there's quite a few others - many of which can, at the moment, be bought into for fractions of the cent. Low initial investment with the possibility of great returns - however unlikely it beats the lottery, and while I've never been known to make a good investment it just might be time to start...
Links: Wikipedia on Cryptocurrencies
Not without their perils: https://motherboard.vice.com/en_us/article/mbjyk4/heres-how-traders-lost-millions-in-the-first-ethereum-flash-crash
Ideas:
- The Visualized history of Cryptocurrency
- Primecoin (proof of robot work)
- Potcoin (niche markets...)
- Titcoin (other niche markets...)
- Dash
- Blackcoin
- Ethereum uses a small country's worth of Electricity
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The Gentlemans' Barber
Time for a haircut, head on down Vernon St. to the Gentleman's Barber.
A few chairs, retro old house, furnished with old postcards and photographs, retro barber accessories, it's the Gentleman's Barber.
He's good, it's not just the haircut, I could care less, but it's the lost Art of Conversation, he's Cold-Reading, raves about the Tobacconist in Edmonton, The Burlington, cuing a memory I thought I'd long forgotten, "You been?" he asks, we talk of the homelessness on Baker Street, the local reaction, they'll tolerate the vagrancy but start accosting the local youth with bad drugs and the local vigilantes will form a posse and help you out of town, other things, the many and varied topics of indifferent conversation, it's the Gentleman's Barbers...
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