Had some left over salmon that was so good, I couldn’t throw it out. Thought I would make a simple fish salad, like tuna salad, but with salmon. Also on the left over plate were a couple of bacon wrapped jalapenos and some asparagus. I figured: why not? Chopped them up with the onion, got some dill from my new little indoor garden, a little mayo and lemon and we are done. Gonna be good on toast with maybe some pickle relish.
There, someone said it. From ReCode, via a recent Ritholtz’s Reads:
Bitcoin is the greatest scam in history
It’s a colossal pump-and-dump scheme, the likes of which the world has never seen.
(A photo of Mr. Koi from April 2013)
I have a small pond in the yard. Something we put in years ago when we added the patio. I had some goldfish in it for a few years, but a Night Heron ate them while I watched one rainy weekend morning. After that I put a cover over the pond and bought a small koi. I fed him every morning for the last decade or so. A few mornings this week the cover was pushed aside, so I put a couple of heavy rock on it. Twice this week the rocks were pushed off and the cover partially submerged in the pond. I figured a racoon was going after Mr. Koi, and that I would have to make a better cover. But I figured the koi was big enough to fend for itself until I got around to it. This morning I came out and both rocks were moved off, and the cover half in the pond. No sign of Mr. Koi. I searched the yard, thinking I would find some remains, but none were to be found. I will have to figure out a better cover, and perhaps start over with a small koi or two. A friend with koi thinks it might have been a night heron again.
Trying to find a GPU to run some tests at work. Went over to Fry’s at lunch and the shelves were bare. I asked one of the sales clerks what was up. He just said “bitcoin”.
Hanging out.
A mailing from the Boston Review today contained an essay from Junot Diaz. I started to read it and quickly realized it was the better part of a decade old. It focused on the 2011 earthquake in Haiti, near Diaz’s homeland of the Dominican Republic. It also touched on other recent disasters, Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans and Fukushima in Japan.
The root of the word “apocalypse” is ancient Greek for “uncovering” (or “revelation”). Diaz explores what is revealed in these disasters.
Apocalypse
A few pics from the weekend in Bryan / College Station, TX.
Driving back to Austin from College Station we like to stop in Elgin at Southside Market and get some BBQ. The line was long, and we waited almost 20 minutes to get to the counter to place our order. We usually get a lot of stuff, bring it home and eat it for a few days. Brisket, turkey, baked potato with brisket. I saw a sign that said Beef Ribs, Saturday and Sunday day only. The price listed was per pound, and I inquired how big a beef rib was, by weight. The lady behind the counter grabbed a dinosaur sized piece of meat and bone, tossed it on the scale. $35. Seemed like a lot, I dithered, and realized people in line were staring at me. I turned to the guy in front of me and said “can’t pass that up”. He nodded. We added the beef rib to the list. Ate a bit when we got home and it was delicious. Cheap at twice the price.
One other thing struck me waiting in line. All sorts of people. Old, young, black, white, Latino and Asian. People coming from church, soccer games or just passing through. A real slice of America. Almost as impressive as that beef rib.
Steven A. Guccione 