Wednesday, July 15, 2026

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. 

 

Tuesday, July 14, 2026

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. 

 

Monday, July 13, 2026

1-1/2 lbs down

 It's Monday and time for the Monday weigh-in. And I'm 1-1/2 lbs down. I've switched back over to avoiding sugar and carbs, and the idea is to lose maybe 1/2 lb a week, to lose the amount of weight I want to lose in a year. This is assuming things are nice and linear, which of course they'll not be. Plus I'll want to work exercise back in; I mean more exercise than I get from just doing my job and daily activities. 

I'd packed things last night so only packed a few more today, and went to the post office and FedEx as usual. There were only a few drops of rain. I didn't pick up anything for shipping, and had checked the recycle bin at Sprouts for bubble mailers while going in there for a bottle of olive oil, but nothing. 

But my reward was to come. I had a bunch of boxes of chemicals and stuff that Ken had sitting around here for years, and the stuff was less than useless. So I'd put them out by Galli Produce along with other stuff I'd found, for the scroungers to have at. 

They'd long taken what they wanted by now, and since I'd put the stuff there it was my responsibility. So I went over to the dumpster by the imported foods place to check for room. Lo and behold it was full of candy bars; Cadburys and Toblerones and such things. So I loaded up the tub on my trailer and when I was close to done, a homeless guy on a bike with a trailer pulled up and wanted to see what's up. 

Now that I think about it, I'm convinced the guy was "Cowboy", who used to have an SUV but that was years ago and now he's skinnier and on a bike. I told him Candy bars and bottles of no, not wine, but oil. I finished up a good load and took it back here. It's got to be a good 30 lbs. I went back and got a few more candy bars, and Cowboy had gotten what he wanted, too. 

I then took, in two loads, the chemicals and stuff and put them into the dumpster and shut the lid. 30 lbs of imported candy bars isn't a bad reward for my work, even though of course I won't eat any of them, but will sort them out and let's just say the Little Free Libraries are going to have some sweet treats for a while. And I also got some bottles of oil, walnut and "truffle" so that's kind of nice considering my bottle of olive oil, same size, had just cost me $12. 

 

Sunday, July 12, 2026

Slow, muggy, Sunday

 I took another large thing apart last night, and left the parts out front. Since busking counts for practice, I didn't have practice to worry about, and went to bed. 

When  I woke up, the parts I'd left were all gone, and the ones from the thing before that. So the crackhead(s) is back on the prowl for scrap metal, which saves me some work. 

The plan was to play in Sunnyvale today, and I left here around 5. By the time I got to Sunnyvale and I'd started, it was 7. And I'd taken the train, too. So no matter how I do it, it's 2 hours between Sunnyvale and here. (It's 3 hours each way between here and Santa Cruz.) 

The first hour went OK, and I made $35. The plan was to play from 7:00 to 8:30 but at 8 things just ... died. The weather was warm and muggy and felt like there was a big lid over everything. My final tip came from an old couple; He said he used to play cornet, and has a bunch of mouthpieces still, and She put $2 in the box and we talked a bunch about how "underground" jazz has become these days. They'd have happily talked all night too. I ended up blowing some low notes than a pedal tone or two and it was, She: We'd better get going!

I called it quits at a few minutes after 8 and got onto the 8:30 train back to San Jose and once back at the Whole Foods there I set up to busk some more. The late-night people are generous, I reasoned to myself. 

I got to do more work on new songs but in the 45 minutes or so, I only made another $2, it was that dead. At least I worked more on "Summertime" and "My Favorite Things" and since I read the Wikipedia on the movie "Blue Velvet" I'm starting to work on that one too. 

The ride home was very peaceful, and I noted that in the houses, almost all had no lights on because in San Jose, 10 at night is the equivalent of 1 in the morning anywhere else. Most people will have gone to bed at 9. 

All in all, my busking income amounted to $96 for the weekend, and that was only playing two days. And even after putting $20 on my clipper card and buying a bag of macadamia nuts at Whole Foods, I've got $66 in my pocket. 

Saturday, July 11, 2026

A busy Friday

 But aren't they always? 

I slept in too late to go to Sunnyvale to busk, and didn't really feel up to it anyway. 

Last night I took a big oscilloscope apart and put the parts out front, and then did a practice session, and eventually went to bed. 

I woke up, had nothing small to add to the small things I'd already packed, so I took off a half-hour early and dropped the things off at the post office, then went up to Dai Thanh market for some things, H Mart, and picked up packing stuff on the rest of the way home. 

No one had picked up the oscilloscope parts, not any of them, which was surprising. So once I got back and gave out feedback and relaxed a bit, I loaded up the parts and took them over to the area by the bridge, to have 'em far away from here. I was going to put some other stuff there too, but a zombess started squawking in my direction about something. 

With zombies it's hard to tell if they're squawking because they're happy or angry or just hungry for brainnnnnnns. After dropping off the parts I rode up the street to where I could cross and headed back, and when I passed the bridge the zombess was still squawking. So I wasn't going to go back and the other things will just have to wait. 

I went through the boxes of circuit boards and a couple of other places and found a dozen old things that will never sell or have actually dropped off of Ebay's system, and along with other bits and pieces from getting 20 things ready to list, I had another junk box full. I've put that out and it will be interesting to see if anyone takes it. 

And ... no one took it other than 3 old Samsung tablets haha. I'll have to get rid of the stuff later. 

I left here too late to consider going to Sunnyvale, so I went to the Whole Foods on The Alameda. It was actually nice weather, not too hot. 

There was a Gypsy woman with a drugged-up kid or two, on the other side of the entrance and a big cardboard sign, SINGLE MOTHER yadda yadda. And No Feet was there in his wheelchair, hustling hard for his vodka. 

I set up much closer to the actual entrance to Whole Foods and started at 7:30, with the result that I made a whole dollar while No Feet hustled the hell out of people and seemed to get both a lot of "drops" and some pretty big ones. I moved a bit closer to where he was to be more visible, in an attempt to make more than a dollar, without any result. After almost an hour, the "lovely" Stella came to collect No Feet and wheeled him off. 

Now I was able to move over by the bike racks, and it was still a bit slow, but other than the Gypsy woman who was quiet and only periodically left her spot and came back, probably for bathroom breaks and to top up the drugs the kid was doped up with, I had the place to my own. 

I noticed a guy's bike basket was decorated with a couple of really neat hawk or owl feathers, and when the guy came back out we talked about the feathers and where they were found, etc. He was down from Menlo Park and I gave him some good tips regarding transit, and just before leaving he said "Here's something for you" and I got a $20. Cool. 

Now I felt a bit better and decided I'd just chug along until 9:30 and see how it goes. I was able to work on a couple of good busking standbys, "Summertime" and "My Favorite Things" and while it felt slow, I eventually made $59 for this session. That actually works out to just under $30 an hour and with zero transit costs since I'd just come on my bike. 

When I was done I went into Whole Foods and put $20 on my clipper card so tomorrow I can take the train to Sunnyvale if I feel like it. 

The guy at the Whole Foods help desk where I was putting the money on my card and I talked for a bit. He asked how it was, and I said it was slow, mainly because for the first hour I'd had to compete with No Feet.  He really hustles hard, we agreed. And yes, he said, he comes in and the only thing he ever buys is a bottle of vodka. And the Gypsy woman is there quite a bit too. 

Honestly, this Whole Foods is in an interesting part of town in that it's a nice looking area, but there are bum camps all along the river, which is not far away. And there are really sketchy areas just a street or two away. In fact, that I decided to, and accomplished, holding out until 9:30, I noticed some guy with a one of those sit-down scooter things - usually pretty bulky - and had this festooned with flags and junk and was probably going to do some begging, but decided against it since I was there. He'll make more up the street at the late-night liquor store or outside San Pedro Square which is walled off and restricted entry, but has tons of people milling around outside... 

It's funny, I've been able to do my thing without spending much in Whole Foods these days. That's the funny thing about the "keto" diet, in that it sounds more expensive but it's generally cheaper. If I weren't going back on the "keto" plan I could at least get no-alcohol beer, which has some taste varieties these days. 

The only "keto" alcoholic drinks are things like vodka, whisky, etc. Gin is iffy. The thing to avoid is mid-priced gin because that will be full of sugar. Cheap gin won't have much sugar if any because sugar's a cost, and expensive gin like Tanqueray or Bombay won't have much sugar because sugar in gin is gross. Years ago my go-to was this really cheap gin called Essex and diet tonic water. Probably the ultimate "keto" alcohol is vodka because no one ever puts any sugar in any vodka, and you don't have the strong, often smoky, flavor/aroma of drinks like whisky and it doesn't need a mixer like gin does. I've both lost weight on vodka, and maintained weight loss on vodka. It all comes down to how much sugar/carbs your letting into your diet. 


 

Thursday, July 9, 2026

Might as well call him "Wimpy"

 Ken came by last night and I got my check, but of course to only deposit on TOOOOOOOOsday. For a hamburger, today. (Actually he did bring me a hamburger, as he's always afraid as any American would care about another, that I haven't eaten beef at least once that day.) 

At least his latest hinky reverse-mortgage scheme seems to be proceeding. The appraiser came out and too photos, and now it's just a matter of their lowballing Ken on his house and cutting him a check or however it works out, and then his financial problems should be held at bay for another year or so, and since my plan is to be out of here in 14 months, it will work out fine for me. 

When Ken was gone I photo'd 20 things and listed 10 of them. It seems I can't list more than 10 at a time, it's just too much work along with all the other things I have to do. 

I woke up around 3:30 maybe closer to 4, had my breakfast etc., and packed this one big thing that I'd collected a special box, from some kind of baby buggy or something, for it yesterday. The thing is not only large but made of glass and the last one like I shipped, broke. So I'm being extra careful this time. 

 

Tuesday, July 7, 2026

Monday was Monday

 And not much to write about. I shipped some things off, bought things to stock up like beef and pork which I portioned out and put in the freezer, and other such boring things. I also packed some big things to ship today. 

Today I woke up at almost 3, which was OK because I got out of here at almost 4. I dropped off trash at this one trash can  I use, dropped off donations at the little free library in Japantown, dropped off packages at the post office, and went to the bank and deposited my latest pay check - the one I'd been given last week. And the math all comes out perfect so nothing's bounced. 

Then I went down to Walmart for a bunch of things, and rode back here. I put the things away, put some much-needed air in the bike trailer tires, and loaded up the big things. Those went to FedEx, and I got eggs and Kewpie mayo at H Mart, and came back here. 

 

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...