The Heritage Foundation’s Kevin Roberts can suck it. The vertical playground at Swampoodle is one of The Childe’s favorite places to play.

It is near several places we make regular errand runs to and, in addition to climbing fun, it provides him a vantage point to observe the train traffic coming in and out of Union Station (The Childe is a trainspotter, although he does not yet know this term).

Like many park areas with something interesting for different groups, it is a small oasis in the city. We need more such things for all of us. (We also need the city to keep the drinking fountains in clean, working order in all the parks. I did just put in a 3-1-1 request with regards to Swampoodle’s drinking fountain.)

This says nothing about me (except to significantly explain my stint of SAHD duty in the latter case), but I am proud to know people directly involved in each of these efforts:

• San Francisco Moves to Lead Fight Against Deepfake Nudes — San Francisco City Attorney David Chiu is a former colleague (and let’s be clear, boss— a co-founder, and CFO and CEO over time) of mine.
• My partner has been directly involved in facilitating this work: Biden administration reveals Medicare negotiation drug discounts

I don’t have to let go of my broader and deeper political critiques to appreciate some of this progress.

This’ll do.

A lot of security in my neighborhood (or the adjacent one, anyway), including out of town police known for instigating violence with demonstrators, to protect a war criminal running out on a international warrant for his arrest.

Here we go… hold on tight!

Me: I don’t like this timeline man. Not a new thought, but I tried to make peace with it and find sources of optimism or outcomes to hope for and angle towards and fuck fuck fuck.

Friend: Yup. 110%.

Caught up with the most recent episode of Maron’s podcast & enjoyed the bit in his usual rambling opening where he called out Trump on not citing his sources, being a coward for not giving credit to Hitler.

A good trick is not being too high on being present, when one is lucky enough to experience that, to not capitalize on what you might notice.

I don’t think I’ve learned that trick yet.