Not a Kool-Aid Blog

OK, I'm starting this blog a few days after the original inspiration, so I have to backdate it a bit.

These are from Thursday:

• Dead cat that I thought was a raccoon before I got close enough to see that it was a cat


• A guy getting his boat--the "Coronation II"--towed away (the trailer had a flat)


• A discarded book lying in the middle of the sidewalk, entitled "What You Need to Know About Sexual Compulsion"

Today I am wearing plain white athletic socks. It has become really hard to find a pair of non-evil plain white socks. Most of them are branded by some evil athletic shoe company, like Nike or Reebok. I don't want my feet advertising their crappy products. Nor do I want to be endorsing their questionable labor practices. But no-name white socks tend to be made under worse labor conditions. Not only that, they suck. They start getting threadbare after a few months.

I'm glad it is getting colder. That means I can start wearing my thick wool socks. My feet love nice wool socks.

My kid's babysitter wears mismatching socks every day. When we were interviewing her, we asked her why and she replied: "To remind myself daily the importance of resisting social conformity." We hired her on the spot.