It's marketing ineptitude. I can't believe the number of times I've had to resort to Google to find an address or other pertinent information because someone's "ad" failed to include it.
One local vendor kept posting on Facebook - pictures of product, new items, etc. but only rarely including a link to their online store. I mean, why WOULDN'T you include the link to order every time you post? Isn't the whole point of businesses interacting on social media to SELL STUFF?
After I pointed out that I'd spent several minutes scrolling down their page searching in vain for a link to their store, they now include it in every post. I should charge them a consultation fee.
Your photos (and text) are splendid, and remind me of places in Brooklyn where people furiously assert their humanity despite the mass of the poverty that tries to crush them, like flowers pushing through cracks in the sidewalk. When it gets really bad, like in East New York (and parts of Baltimore I only drove through), I always have to remind myself that what I'm looking at is a crime scene, the perpetrators being the indifference and downright cruelty of capitalism.
That said, "junkie torpor" should be the name of something.
Is it possible to see a gathering or crows and not think "Hitchcock"? God, I hate that, I wish just ONCE my brain could go, "Oh, what a lot of crows! No cultural references here!" But it's a mental disease and I can't help myself.
Us horticulture types have used Cornell University plant ID apps since forever.
A buddy showed me this at the Farm Science Review Field Day a couple years ago. There was a wetland park just across the road from where the event was held. I spent most of the day over there recording birds. It was a great day! I got paid for it too.
I really like these slice of life/Roy wanders around town articles.
My assistant's neighbor went to Michigan over the weekend. Here in Ohio "went to Michigan" has become its own little euphemism because Michigan is where you go to buy weed. I have a standing order with all the people I know who regularly"Go to Michigan". Pick me up a bag of gummies - highest THC you can get. I'll pay you for the Jazz Gumdrops and help generously with gas. So anyway, when I first ran into my assistant this morning he gave me a bag and I put it in my pocket and continued with my rounds.I stopped by to see our head of production. She was in the label printing room trying to change an ink cartridge. It must not have been going well-as I open the door she threw the old cartridge against the wall calling it a "God damn miserable piece of shit"
I didn't say anything. It seemed best. She gave me a rather challenging look. I said "I got a new bag of gummies in my pocket - you want one?" She said "Hell yeah"
I gave her the bag she tore it open, got out a gummy and popped it in her mouth. She handed the bag to me. I put it back in my pocket.
She asked me" Are those 10 or 20 mg? Just want to know what I've got myself into "
Got to say, I really appreciate that" Fuck it, why not?"attitude. Of course I realize it's that
" Fuck it - why not" thing lead Pike Bishop and Dutch Engstrom to The Battle of Bloody Porch so maybe that devil may care insouciance isn't always the best solution.
Again, really like the man on the street stuff. Thanks!
2 marks for spavined – hits me where it hurts, but also supplies the adjective I'll self-apply forevermore...
Whose version is your favorite of ‘streets of Baltimore’?
What I want to know is - when is a book coming?
Looking forward to more dispatches...
So for how long did 911 keep you on hold? And how long did it take the EMTs to get there? Did you have a favorable impression of them?
It's marketing ineptitude. I can't believe the number of times I've had to resort to Google to find an address or other pertinent information because someone's "ad" failed to include it.
One local vendor kept posting on Facebook - pictures of product, new items, etc. but only rarely including a link to their online store. I mean, why WOULDN'T you include the link to order every time you post? Isn't the whole point of businesses interacting on social media to SELL STUFF?
After I pointed out that I'd spent several minutes scrolling down their page searching in vain for a link to their store, they now include it in every post. I should charge them a consultation fee.
Your photos (and text) are splendid, and remind me of places in Brooklyn where people furiously assert their humanity despite the mass of the poverty that tries to crush them, like flowers pushing through cracks in the sidewalk. When it gets really bad, like in East New York (and parts of Baltimore I only drove through), I always have to remind myself that what I'm looking at is a crime scene, the perpetrators being the indifference and downright cruelty of capitalism.
That said, "junkie torpor" should be the name of something.
Is it possible to see a gathering or crows and not think "Hitchcock"? God, I hate that, I wish just ONCE my brain could go, "Oh, what a lot of crows! No cultural references here!" But it's a mental disease and I can't help myself.
Baltimore sounds (and looks) so much like Detroit. I need to see it before I check out.
Baltimore is so old. I always picture Edgar Allan Poe, jacked on laudinum and absinthe lurching sideways down streets that were ancient 170 years ago.
If you're going to spend any time watching birds or even wandering around town this is the shit.
https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.labs.merlinbirdid.app
Us horticulture types have used Cornell University plant ID apps since forever.
A buddy showed me this at the Farm Science Review Field Day a couple years ago. There was a wetland park just across the road from where the event was held. I spent most of the day over there recording birds. It was a great day! I got paid for it too.
I really like these slice of life/Roy wanders around town articles.
My assistant's neighbor went to Michigan over the weekend. Here in Ohio "went to Michigan" has become its own little euphemism because Michigan is where you go to buy weed. I have a standing order with all the people I know who regularly"Go to Michigan". Pick me up a bag of gummies - highest THC you can get. I'll pay you for the Jazz Gumdrops and help generously with gas. So anyway, when I first ran into my assistant this morning he gave me a bag and I put it in my pocket and continued with my rounds.I stopped by to see our head of production. She was in the label printing room trying to change an ink cartridge. It must not have been going well-as I open the door she threw the old cartridge against the wall calling it a "God damn miserable piece of shit"
I didn't say anything. It seemed best. She gave me a rather challenging look. I said "I got a new bag of gummies in my pocket - you want one?" She said "Hell yeah"
I gave her the bag she tore it open, got out a gummy and popped it in her mouth. She handed the bag to me. I put it back in my pocket.
She asked me" Are those 10 or 20 mg? Just want to know what I've got myself into "
Got to say, I really appreciate that" Fuck it, why not?"attitude. Of course I realize it's that
" Fuck it - why not" thing lead Pike Bishop and Dutch Engstrom to The Battle of Bloody Porch so maybe that devil may care insouciance isn't always the best solution.
Again, really like the man on the street stuff. Thanks!
FYI: Blogger's putting "content warning" on your posts from this past weekend again. . .
"There was a bar, which helped". Words I live by.
My problem is the opposite. I don’t write much because I’m always out exploring.