When you believe in things you don’t understand you suffer.

~ Stevie Wonder, Superstition

Oh man, memories are flooding back. I lived in Albuquerque for five years, 85 to 90, and the description of #8 breakfast burrito…aaahhhaay what wonderfulness. I had plenty of them. Mostly at the Frontier across from UNM. They were close to where I lived at the time. I would also get a freshly squeezed orange juice and coffee. It is good to hear they are still there. Thanks Joe.

Watch the debate? Nah, I don’t think so. I’ll wait for the highlight reels.

We have been watching, on Netflix, a Swedish drama. Rebecka Martinsson. It is something like a cross between an American cop show and an Australia one. In the American ones there are guns being pulled out all the time. In the Australian ones, it is rare. Maybe one: time in an eight-episode series. They just don’t go to guns to solve problems. But holy cats! They have people committing themselves to an asylum, as one example, to people getting personal. OK, second example. They have a bunch of people being open with their sexual lives including affairs at work. Not a whisper of harassment. It is, if you are OK with subtitles, a great thing to watch.

— MichaelRpdx :: h3k

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