The food I made yesterday, is alive and well after a night in the fridge. The pot on the right contains so much vitamins and minerals that it’s incredible. All the vegetables that were almost
The food I made yesterday, is alive and well after a night in the fridge. The pot on the right contains so much vitamins and minerals that it’s incredible. All the vegetables that were almost dying, plus chickpeas, coconut milk, sesame oil, curry and chili. Nom nom nom. And since the others don’t really eat vegetables, you could say that it’s all mine!
Buddha likes Yang. Of course! “Prevent people from being unhappy by wanting things that are unnecessary.” I agree. But we can’t force people to not want things that are necessary, such as a place to sleep and some food, and hence we should give our masses some UBI.
Netflix is marketing its programs while we work on our computers … and it suddenly starts marketing the Swedish stand-up comedian David Batra, and his show “Elefanten i rummet” (the Elephant in the Room). Why is Netflix showing a minor Swedish comedian and his little Swedish show? I start to believe that Netflix simply figures out that a Swede lives here. My searches? Alexa? We get all paranoid.
It’s time to go out and hoard again!
We go to Central Market. It’s not the cheapest one, but I think that since an employee there came out with Corona, it must be empty, plus that Walmart is supposed to be packed with people and with little goods left. But Central Market is full, and there is a “social distancing” queue outside.
We packed four reusable bags with 200 dollars of food, and packed it in this lovely 666 Volvo.
Then it was time for some frozen yogourt with candy on top. In the evening, sister and I went down to the artist Brandon, who scolded me for not writing this whole blog on Instagram. I’ll try to keep it up there, with all hashtags and shit. It feels a little bit like selling yourself out, but maybe that’s what we need to help every person on this planet get a tiny bit of income for simply being alive.
At night, the sisters went out with the dog, but they met a crackhead who ruled the street, so Ashes couldn’t poop today. He’ll poop tomorrow.