Tuesday, September 20, 2022

"I don't need a living room of diamonds / Yeah a chicken shed will do"

Tune-Yards, "You Yes You"

Fall has definitely arrived in Whatcom County, although we're supposed to hit 75 today.  Consider this a "life update preview" I guess.  I can't really say more other than things are fine, as fine as they can be when dealing with age and dementia.  Work is great.  In addition to my morning walks I really want to get out and do some more heavy-duty hiking as the weather continues to cool down.  As I wrap up the Various Diners of Whatcom County project (four more to go!) I'll also be putting together a longer post on where things stand with me and my Dad and our living arrangement, going over a year and a half now.

Thursday, September 15, 2022

Shame On All Of Us

This is the reality Republicans want:

"An expectant Louisiana woman who was carrying a skull-less fetus that would die within a short time from birth ultimately traveled about 1,400 miles to New York City to terminate her pregnancy after her local hospital denied her an abortion amid uncertainty over the procedure’s legality.

Nancy Davis, 36, told the Guardian that she had her pregnancy terminated on 1 September after traveling from her home town of Baton Rouge to a clinic in Manhattan whose staff had agreed to complete the procedure."

If you didn't vote for Hillary in 2016, you very predictably voted for this timeline.

Monday, September 12, 2022

Cruel Summer -- What's Up With Dogs In Hot Cars?

One thing we get a lot of at the animal shelter in summer is a caller telling us there's a dog locked in a hot car somewhere in the county.  (And sometimes cats -- why?)  Anyhow, if Google Weather is accurate yesterday was the last hot day of the year out here.  The last day of actual summer, basically.

These are frustrating calls for a number of reasons (and I'm glad they're over for now):

1) Somebody might be being a butt-head, and knowingly leaving their dog in a hot car.

2) Somebody might be running into a store for five minutes, which might make them a butt-head but not necessarily.

3) You can't really hesitate on calls like these.  They require an immediate response.  (A barking complaint or a welfare check do not.  We try to get to them ASAP of course.)

4) How to be delicate here?  There's a certain type of caller -- a busy-body, an overzealous animal lover -- who actually goes out on a hot day specifically to call in these situations?  And that's fine, but at the same time we'll get calls about dogs in cars with the engine on and the AC running, or parked in shade with all windows down.  Of course, we err on the side of caution but some people wake up in the morning looking to cast aspersions on somebody in a Safeway parking lot.  There, I said it.

5) It's possible we've got officers out in two or three corners of the county, and checking a dog in hot car situation is not going to happen in the next ten minutes.  What I do is try and contact the nearest business and ask if they'll make an announcement, or send someone out to take a look.  It's not perfect I realize, but neither is our funding as a non-profit.  Anyhow, it's interesting to have a mental database now of "local businesses that care about a dog that might be suffering in a hot car" and "local businesses that do not give a single shit about a dog that might be suffering in a hot car."

6) In any event, no dogs died or suffered injuries this past summer due to being put in hot cars in this county.  And no Animal Control Officer (ACO) had to actually break a window to save any of them.  Usually by the time an ACO arrives the car is gone or pulling away.  We do try and get license plate numbers for future possible offenses.  And hopefully the fact that they zoomed out of a parking lot when they saw an Animal Control truck approaching, or got publicly shamed inside of a store, is enough of a lesson going forward.

7)  The issue in a nutshell -- it is not illegal to keep pets in cars, given they have reasonable access to food and water.  Of course, it is illegal to endanger their lives in hot (or cold) weather.  But it's always a dynamic thing, requiring judgement calls on the part of the dispatcher (me!) and the ACO and hopefully concerned citizens who are genuinely worried about the animal's well-being.  That's stressful!

8) We get calls from people who have locked themselves out of their cars.  They assume (and for some reason the local Police Departments tells them) we have slim-jims, those long metal things you use to force open locked doors.  We do not, never have, and never will.  If you think a dog is going into heat-stroke (thick saliva or slobber, purple gums, vomiting) be prepared to grab a rock and bash.  Laws vary by state of course, but my understanding is that if an animal is in genuine distress you have every right to save it, at least in Washington State.  (Meaning, you won't be expected to pay for a new window.)

9) If it's going to be anywhere close to 70 degrees, please leave you doggos at home!  Or do some research and find out which local business are cool with dogs coming in on leashes!  There are plenty, and they deserve your business!

10) Hello, fall!

Thursday, September 8, 2022

"time travel, extrasensory powers, tentacled aliens, ray guns"

"[Philip K.] Dick's great accomplishment, on view in the twenty-one stories collected here, was to turn the materials of American pulp-style science fiction into a vocabulary for a remarkably personal vision of paranoia and dislocation.  It's a vision of yearning and anxious as Kafka's, if considerably more homely.  It's also as funny.  Dick is a kitchen-sink surrealist, gaining energy and invention for a mad piling of pulp SF tropes -- and clichés -- into his fiction: time travel, extrasensory powers, tentacled aliens, ray guns, androids and robots.  He loves fakes and simulacra as much as he fears them; illusory worlds, bogus religions, placebo drugs, impersonated police, cyborgs.  Tyrannical world governments and ruined dystopian cities are default settings here -- not only have Orwell and Huxley been taken as givens in Dick's worlds, so have Old Masters of genre SF like Clifford Simak, and Robert Heinlein and A. E. Van Vogt.  American SF by the mid-1950s was a kind of jazz, stories built by riffing on stories.  The conversation they formed might be forbiddingly hermetic, if it hadn't quickly been incorporated by Rod Serling and Marvel Comics and Steven Spielberg (among many others), and become one of the prime vocabularies of our age."

-- Jonathan Lethem, "High Priest of the Paranoids"

Wednesday, September 7, 2022

The Various Diners of Whatcom County 18: Cafe 544

 

302 E Main St, Everson, WA

I found this place by accident.  I knew Everson had at least one diner, but I'd driven past this building a few times before realizing what it actually was -- a restaurant that serves breakfast!

I guess you could call it minimal, but certainly not mediocre!