| Barista: | Hi, how are you doin'? |
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| Bicyclist with Soul Patch: | I'm well... |
When asked what kind of psychiatry she does, she says that she’s “still working on it,” and that she gets “folks off their meds,” lets “them work on their emotional crisis” and opens “them up to their spiritual awakening.” Overhearing this, Kay Redfield Jamison rolls her eyes.
Tsunami and nuclear fallout strike Japan. Back in New York, Nassim Taleb giggles.
A local man reflected on his recent once-a-year trek to Medford that he had forgotten that big box stories exist. Every year he visits Costco to stock up, and every year he forgets it’s there. “Those poor people,” he said, “having to shop at Fred Meyer. I’m going to give more to charity.” He went on to say that “they have taco stands over there!”
| Her: | They wear such bright colors over there. Do you think it has something to do with the light, or? |
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| Him: | It has something to do with their proximity to the e-qua-tor, I think. |
| Her: | That's interesting. What do you mean? |
| Him: | Well it's a tropical climate, you know. Everything's more colorful in the tropics, the birds and the flowers and everything. And the people there, of course, they imitate all that color. If they did a study I sure bet they'd find a correlation between climate and dress! |
| Her: | Oh, wow. |
Navy double-breasted suit, red tie crosses an Ashland Street intersection singing “play that funky music white boy” at the top of his lungs. In a walking interview he denied rumors that he is not human and/or doesn’t sleep.
Ashland High School principal Michelle Zundel forms a committee to curb suggestive dancing among students. Meanwhile, the AHS theater department puts on “Chicago”.
Following the snow storm this morning, some residents near Ashland Hospital placed signs outside their homes requesting that their street not be plowed. The signs deemed the practice “unnatural,” likening it to prematurely cutting a newborn’s umbilical cord. Some signs accompanied this with images of crying babies. Additionally the signs questioned the use of fossil fuels to move water down a hill, where “all water ends up anyway.” Snow plow operators who did not lift their plows briefly in front of the protesting households refused to comment.
A very tall Cossack showed up in Noble Coffee yesterday. Although he spoke at great length on metaphysical subjects in fluent English and ordered a dry cappuccino, authorities are looking into the possibility of time travel.
Today a helpful guru in his ceremonial scarf dispensed the sage observation that when his pupil was a teenager and did not experiment with drinking, she was afraid, really, of herself. The pupil was so amazed by the wisdom that she was speechless.
A child discovered how to use the water spigot in Mix today. Her mother declared a state of emergency, yelling that the child had had enough water, and did not need to pour herself more. Due to a Mix employee’s decisive action, flooding was averted. The mother stated that she would organize a parade in his honor that would include floats in the shape of towels.
Customers say that although they have looked closely, they have not noticed any mind-control electrodes. Some speculated that she may be hiding speed on her person. One other said “she must have one scary-ass boss.”
