Viva Espana!

 Spain is the World Cup champion. Sports are often treated as being on some kind of higher moral plane and it's not all that realistic because they're just sports. But in this World Cup there have sure been some good examples of Good winning over Evil. 

First there was the case of we, the US, having a dirty player who got red-carded for, I believe, slashing another player on the leg with his cleats. Diaper Don then "talked with" (bribed) the head of FIFA and Lo and Behold, it was OK for the guy to play in the US's next game. Which the US lost with comically dull and inexpert play. 

The 2nd is this final, where it was Argentina with the star player Lionel Messi, a Zionist vs. Spain, a decidedly non-Zionist country. Well, the Zionists played dirty, then when they lost started a brawl on the field. People all over the world cheered for Spain. Pedo Don got up on the podium for some damn reason and made an ass of himself, which the world saw also. Just a huge, huge morality play. 

I was up all night cleaning up some high voltage capacitors which is the hardest step in getting them ready to sell. 

I was packing this one big thing, and sliced my right-hand pinky pretty badly. Imagine coming in from the side, slicing up through the nail halfway. Yep, cut through the side of the finger and base of the nail. Which is why it's fairly painful. But the main thing was it kept bleeding like crazy and I kind of gave up on shipping anything, sent the buyer a note, then since I'd sat down for a while, the bleeding stopped, I bandaged it up, and took it up to FedEx. 

I got a 4-pack of probiotic yogurt stuff and an iced coffee at H Mart and that was a nice break, but at 20 grams of carbs per bottle of yogurt stuff, I'd better not do that any more. I'm over the runs, after all. 

Now to pack a lot of things and watch out for errant blood drips, to get caught up here.  

 

A Lazy Sunday

 Lazy, haha. Last night I got out all these high voltage capacitors I'm going to go through to list, which means clean, test, and label. That meant making 20+ labels, making 20+ shorting wires, and getting together 20+ sets of terminal screws that have to not only be a certain size but not too long. 

I also got rid of 60+ lbs of these parts that no one, but no one, is buying. I'd even lowered the price to just over a dollar and still not bites for the last few years. So out they went because I can use the drawers they're in for other things. Someone picked up the HEAVY box of them I'd put out too, and hopefully they get decent money for them from a recycling place. 

I also walked out, around midnight, and rolled a trash can that had been "living" behind Galli Produce and that I'd pushed around to an area near the front of Galli Produce, hoping someone would just abscond with it, over across the street where for sure someone will abscond with the thing. I may put things out in front of Galli's for scavengers to pick up, but if it doesn't go I do tend to find somewhere else to put it. 

I was up and ready to go and in plenty of time to go to Sunnyvale, but when I got to the Whole Foods on the Alameda where I usually park my bike, it was kind of overcast, making it nice, the wind wasn't too bad at all, and there were no other buskers, beggars, petition-getters, etc. there. So  I figured, Why do that long bus ride again? 

So I set up and busked there. I actually made it a full two hours, 5:30 to 7:30, had some nice interactions with people, and worked on newer stuff. My "Summertime" is pretty good now, and I'm pretty far towards having a good "O Bla Di O Bla Da" which is a fun one, being happy and fast. By the time it was close to 7:30 I was pretty worn out, and with 10 minutes to go I decided to play the "One more tip" game where I try to play my best, with the rule that as soon as I get one more tip, I'm done. And a guy dropped in a $10 so I finished my song and that was it. 

I was tired enough to not feel like buying anything, and just packed up, not even counting up the money, and rode back here. I didn't even bother with it until I'd eaten and rested a while back here, then counted up. I'd made $66.70.  Almost $5 of it was in change due to two "pocket dumps" for which my change jar is grateful, and I also got a $5 Starbucks gift card plus I still don't know how much is on the mystery Starbucks card I was given yesterday. 

 

 

$66 Saturday

 I got out of here at almost 5 instead of 4, but somehow got to the Sunnyvale Whole Foods at a quarter after 6, so only slightly later than yesterday. 

The motorcycle was not there again, so I think the guy's found another place to park it or something. I played from 6:15 to 7:45 and made $66. It went pretty well, with no interesting "characters" to deal with.

I'd sure seen them on the ride over. There was a guy sitting on the steps of the bail bond place on Hedding and 1st, just crying his eyes out with loud sobs. Who knows what the story was. Did his dealer sell him powdered sugar instead of the stuff he'd paid for? Had he violated his parole and knew he was going back to prison? Had he lost a friend/partner in crime? 

Then, up the street where Hedding crosses Coleman, there was a crazy zombie hustling for handouts, going up to a work truck and yelling, "Hey, that loaf of bread looks good! You should cut that open and put some meat inside! That would taste really fucking good!!" etc. 

Give me nice boring Sunnyvale, every time. 

The first tip of the day was a $20 which was a nice start, and I got a mix of $1's and $5's, and a Starbucks gift card that I won't be able to check until Monday when I'll be by the local Starbucks. 

It went pretty well, except that I think I need to practice more. But then I always think I need to practice more. 

When I was done I packed up and walked up to Baraka Market and got a yogurt drink, which I drank at the bus stop. It was a different brand than the brand with the cow on it, but really good. There's always the regular flavor and mint flavor. Mint in a salty drink, for it is indeed salty, seems kind of strange but maybe I should try it. 

The bus ride back was kind of hilarious because the announcement voice was kind of screwed up somehow so it sounded like a crack ho'. All raspy and speaking more slowly somehow. It would be right at home at St. James Park. 

I got back to my "home" Whole Foods at 9, and spent my $1's on some nuts and stuff. Although it was still almost an hour to closing, it felt like it was really close to closing. Not many shoppers and things were already being put away. I had a nice quiet ride home. 

 

A last-minute morale boost

 I managed to get up early enough to have my coffee and nuts, clean up a little, and get out of here at 4. I dropped off donations at the little free library in Japantown, and went into Nijiya to get a package of Yakult and a can of coffee. 

The key, it seems, to using a probiotic like Yakult to get over the shitz is, to drink the whole package a day, none of this onesy-twosy nonsense. 

I dropped off a package at the post office, rode over to Whole Foods where I locked up the bike, and went out and got on a #522 bus to Sunnyvale. I drank the Yakult on the bus and some of the coffee. 

It's a pleasant little walk from El Camino Real and Sunnyvale Road over to the Sunnyvale Whole Foods. I had to use the loo, and saw that the motorcycle was there, where I've been playing. Well, I'll just have to not play too close to it, I told myself. When I came back out, it was gone. So that's nice timing. It turns out the bike rack area is on the other side of the elevator, so it's not like there aren't places to park a motorcycle. 

I started in playing at just a few minutes after 6. Since I'd left here at 4, it was honestly two hours to get there and it would be another two hours getting back. This is like living in Kahuku and only being able to go busking at Koko Marina in Hawaii Kai, or living in Hawaii Kai and only being able to busk at the Kahuku Sugar Mill. For those not familiar with Oahu geography, those are as far apart as two points on the island can be, and still have roads. 

It felt a bit slow, but hey, I've got songs to work on. So I did that, trying to sound good and play things people know well, and working on some new stuff. After an hour had gone by, I figured I might have something close to $30 in the box, in other words, nothing to get excited about. The economy *is* slow, I told myself, and I'm going to see if I can hold out until 8. 

So I played more, trying to avoid things with high notes and giving myself little rests to try to keep my tone from getting too rough, and it looked like I could soldier on OK. At 8:40 or so, a bit past 8:30 anyway and I'd just told myself I only had another half-hour to go, a sort of nerdy looking lady put something in the tip box, crouching down and looking kind of embarrassed like it was the least she could do. 

When she was gone and the tune I was playing was done, I had a look. It looked like a $20 but not quite. Nope, it was a $100. Well! Time to give my tone a rest! I packed up and counted up what I'd made besides the $100. I'd made $32 so my feeling was correct, it *was* slow. 

But there are people for whom a $100 is like a $5 for me. I can't even conceive of making more than, say, $30k a year but there are people making 10X that or more. Other than Ken, who doesn't quite qualify as he doesn't make 10X $30k, but only 10X the $20k I make, I don't know anyone who makes more than a poverty or below-poverty income. But I know on an intellectual level that they exist. 

I took the bus back and stopped at Han Kook Market to buy some packing tape, because the tape they sell is something like 4X as much on a roll as the stuff Ken buys.  I still need Ken to buy tan tape from Uline, but these days that's the only packing material he has to buy. 

 

She really doesn't give a shit

 I got 20 things photo-ready last night, and took apart some big things that are a disaster to try to mail, but at least no one wants to buy. I put the parts out for the scroungers and they were still here today. 

So I went and did my post office and FedEx run, easy because it was only a few things and I didn't even need the trailer, got some things at 99 Ranch and H Mart as usual, la de da. I drank an entire package of probiotic stuff again, this time some Korean "Will" brand that tastes pretty good and was on sale. I've still got the craps but am maybe getting over it. 

I got back here and hitched up the bike trailer and took the parts out by Old Bayshore, and when I came back out to put something else out there, a guy had pulled up in a pickup truck and had loaded the things up. Great! 

On the radio, on NPR, they were interviewing a lady who was going on and on about how she really doesn't care about anything Diaper Don is doing, it's all about the economy for her. She really doesn't care, she reiterated, not anything at all, just the economy. These are the people who effectively run this country; the ignoramuses who only look at "line go up".  

I've got my "I'll gladly pay you Tuesday..." check from Ken and he says this latest reverse-mortgage thing is going OK, he just has to send them "a couple more things". 

The thing is, we're set up for an even bigger real estate crash than the one of '08. How is a bank going to loan Ken money on his house, which is by no means paid off because he's kept refinancing it over the years, assuming it may halve in value? They have to cover their asses. So from their end, I can see their assessing things at 1/2 or even 1/4 the present value. Count in how much "equity" Ken may have on his house, and if this latest lender only looks at that, well, he might get far, far less than he's been counting on. 

But at least Ebay sales are down lately.  

 

Watch out for the paint balls I guess

 Apparently there's someone in a black/dark SUV shooting paintballs at people right where I have to go, to go to the post office. Lovely. I mean, I'm on a bike, dressed in hi-viz, if I were a jerk I'd shoot at me. So I got some safety glasses out and will wear those. 

I listed 20 things last night so I'm back on track.  

Also, I wonder if I've got that cyclospora thing or I'm just "lucky". The long and short of it is, it's been a daily ass explosion around here and has been for close to a week now. This was another damper on the busking, in that if the public can perceive your mood, well, that may have affected my mood and helped make things slow. Still, just under $100 for the weekend is pretty good. 

 

91 Degrees (F) Tuesday

 It was a warm one today. I'm glad I had things all packed overnight when it was cooler and thus easier to work. 

I got out of here a bit before 4, with the small things to go to the post office. I dropped off donations here and there, and the small packages at the post office downtown, then went to the bank to deposit my pay check and everything agreed down to the penny, yay! 

I went over to the Amazon place and found a few bubble mailers, then rode down to Walmart and spent about $50 on my card on various things. But first I had a "meat" stick and a bottle of Coke Zero and just sat in front relaxing and enjoying those. Breakfast had been a very large black iced coffee and yet I didn't have to use the bathroom at all. 

I swung back by the Amazon place and got a few more mailers, then went to Nijiya to get more of my coffee pour-overs and a little cash back, so that's about $100 out of this pay check and I should be fine until it's busking time over the weekend. 

I got back here and put things away, and loaded up the large things to go to FedEx and took them up there. There was some zombie yelling and screaming in the parking lot, but it's funny I could sure hear the zombie but never saw the thing. I believe it was by McDonald's; the corpse-y smell of their food seems to attract them. 

I spent a whopping $1.50 in H Mart, haha. And got back here, only finding a couple of nice packing boxes, and got back in here. It's in the mid-70s outside now.