As is almost always the case, Bob Ross was playing on one of my monitors, and he got interrupted by the following advertisement:
I had a pleasant Memorial Day weekend (including my first drone flight – – a very nice drone I bought for my son which, on my own maiden voyage, I managed to completely crash into a tree; luckily, it was unharmed). I also went out with my family to dinner, joining another family, and we followed our dinner with a stroll through Palo Alto.
After my weepy post about Kobe’s passing, quite a few people have asked about my new dog. Well, her name is Coda, and she’s doing great. A few days after Kobe’s passing, I stopped by the grocery store. There just happened to be an animal adoption fair, and one large dog caught my attention (and, I assure you, I wasn’t looking). I brought her home for one night as a foster adoption, just to see how my other dogs would react. This is pretty much what happened:
It’s easy to become intellectually intimidated where I live. Yesterday, I was at Philz Coffee, which was crowded, as always. I don’t make a habit of reading other people’s laptops, but as I was looking for a place to sit down (a task at which I failed), I noticed the contents of several screens. They were populated with dense computer code, complex mathematical formulas, and other stuff that I don’t have sufficient grey matter to comprehend. I felt quite diminished.
Having been involved with high-tech since 1979, and having lived in Palo Alto since 1984, I have some acquaintance with the psyche of the Silicon Valley. It has long been a very imitative place, in spite of its frequent self-praise with respect to innovation and “outside the box” thinking (the phrase itself being quite cliche and, itself, very inside-the-box).
The market is boring my tits off today (which I should probably welcome, all things considered), so I’m working on a “Best Of Slope” post for this afternoon. As for the market – meh – we’re heading to lifetime highs on some indexes, but luckily for me the pain is greatly diminished thanks to good ol’ crude oil and the energy companies. See ya!
My little town of Palo Alto has only one daily paper: the Palo Alto Daily Post. It’s free, and it’s a bit of an obsession of mine. I normally can’t stand local papers (I stopped my subscription to the San Jose Mercury News and the SF Chronicle in 1990), but the Post is special (and the free price helps). As you might guess, literally about 60% of the space these days is real estate ads.