So that was my one and only car. I had a ritual that when we finished a record I would take the finished mix and listen to it as I drove around. This is a common practice in the record industry. In the basement at one of the studios we recorded in, they had a full-size van that engineers used to sit in when they were working on a record. Jimmy Iovine told us that back in the seventies, he used to have a half-car set into the wall so that people could listen to albums in their natural environment. When we wrapped How I Got Over, I put it in my jacket pocket and went out to the Scion, Portable Studio A, to take it around Philadelphia and see if it held up. It was late Saturday night, early Sunday morning. No one was around except for the cops, and after about fifteen minutes one of them pulled me over. The first officer checked my license, gave it back to me, let me go. About fifteen minutes later, I was pulled over again, same thing: license, please; thank you, sir; you can go.
The album was working for me – I liked what I heard – but after a little while I was hungry, so I got myself a fish sandwich on Broad Street and pulled over to eat it. That’s when the third police cruiser pulled up alongside of me. The officer got out, walked up to the car, shined his flashlight through the window.
“Evening,” he said.
“Hi,” I said. “I’m Questlove.”
He stared at me for a second, eyes narrowed in confusion, and then his face uncreased. “Oh, yeah,” he said. “Hi.” He came closer to the car, friendly now.
I was happy that he wasn’t giving me any trouble, but now my curiosity was aroused. “Tell me something,” I said. “What’s the matter? Why am I a magnet for you guys tonight?”
“Oh,” he said. “That’s easy. We’re in the Temple University neighborhood.”
“Right,” I said.
“And you’re in this car.”
“And me in this car what?” I loved my Scion. It was part of my identity. I thought anything more lavish was the kind of thing a drug dealer would drive. This was the car of a thoughtful artist, a man who didn’t live through his material possessions.
“It’s the wrong car for you,” he said. “It just doesn’t look right. If you were driving an SUV, you’d look like a professional football player. But this little thing sets off alarms. It looks like you took it from a college student.”
Meta Blues: The World According to Questlove
Thompson, Ahmir “Questlove”
Note – this book was one of –The 50 Greatest Rock Memoirs of All Time – Rolling Stone List
Average Denver Home Price Hits $674K, Up $40K in a Month from r/Denver
Median home price is a much better measure since it is less skewed by huge transactions at the top end. Median is still bad at ~$560,000.
The same report has median stats too, up 30k since last month.
Sheesh. That’s bad news for us wannabe homeowners.
Seriously, how do people just starting off afford houses now? I’m lucky enough to have bought our first place 13 years ago when it was still possible to by a place with a 2 in the starting digit. How can people just starting out even hope to buy a house for half a million dollars minimum?
Is everyone up to the eyeballs in debt?
its a lot of out of state money coming in. Sell their home in Cali or New york for way more value and pay cash here.
And I imagine investment firms as well just gobbling up properties so they can rent them out at exorbitant rates.
From Sacramento to Salt Lake City to Philadelphia, thousands gathered this weekend at vigils across the country with signs, candles, portraits and flowers grieving the eight victims of Tuesday’s shootings in Atlanta and crying out against anti-Asian racism.
In Atlanta, hundreds attended a rally and march Saturday afternoon, some holding signs reading “Stop Asian Hate” and “Racism Is A Virus.” The demonstrators met at Liberty Plaza, across the street from the Georgia state Capitol, where just last year lawmakers passed a hate crimes bill allowing additional penalties to be added when perpetrators are convicted of other crimes.
CYNTHIA: About the end of February, close to March, they laid us off because of the pandemic. And during…
CAMP: She was surviving. And then this pandemic, by no fault of her own, took her job away, took away her ability to pay her rent.
CYNTHIA: They laid us off. They sent the letters, saying, sign up for employment.
CAMP: She struggled to apply for unemployment benefits.
CYNTHIA: So I signed up for unemployment. I didn’t get unemployment till four for five months.
CAMP: And in fact, through the better part of last summer, she did not even receive unemployment.
CYNTHIA: I’m trying to find a place to live. I can’t find nothing. I can’t find another job. I’ve been looking and looking. It’s been a whole year now – you know, going on a year. I still can’t find anything.
SHAPIRO: We’re not using Cynthia’s last name because she doesn’t want this story to affect her future ability to find a place to live. She’s 52 and lives in the St. Louis area with her two adult kids, who’ve also struggled to find work, and her 8-year-old grandson. They’re all in a house where she owes about a year of back rent. There is sewage backing up in the pipes, and the landlord wants them to leave.
CYNTHIA: And I know these people want us out of this house. I want to be out of here just as bad they want us out ’cause I’m not like that, not paying my bills and don’t want to pay. I want to pay.
Amid protests across the country over retail and service jobs that pay little better than the minimum wage, it’s easy to forget that this income benchmark once meant something slightly different. In the past, a minimum-wage job was actually one that could keep a single parent out of poverty.
Since the 1980s, the federal minimum wage has kept pace with neither inflation, nor the rise of the average worker’s paycheck. That means that while a federal minimum wage in 1968 could have lifted a family of three above the poverty line, now it can’t even do that for a parent with one child, working full-time, 40 hours a week and 52 weeks a year (yes, this calculation assumes that the parent takes no time off).
Emily Badger, Bloomberg
December 4, 2013
SAN FRANCISCO — In early 2019, a formerly homeless man named Tom Wolf posted a thank-you on Twitter to the cop who had arrested him the previous spring, when he was strung out in a doorway with 103 tiny bindles of heroin and cocaine in a plastic baggie at his feet.
“You saved my life,” wrote Wolf, who had finally gotten clean after that bust and 90 days in jail, ending six months of sleeping on scraps of cardboard on the sidewalk.
Drug overdoses killed 621 people in the first 11 months of 2020, up from 441 all last year and 259 in 2018. San Francisco is on track to lose an average of nearly two people a day to drugs in 2020, compared with the 178 who had died by Dec. 20 of the coronavirus.
“If we didn’t have Narcan,” said program manager Kristen Marshall, referring to the common naloxone brand name, “there would be no room at our morgue.”
San Francisco struggles to stem ‘horrific’ uptick in opioid overdoses, drug abuse
Los Angeles Times
What is the worst thing that is legal? from r/AskReddit
Impossibly hard to cancel subscriptions.
For profit prisons.
Permanently destroying huge areas of natural land. Nearby from where I live, there’s a development corporation in my hometown that has bought up virtually all of the remaining woods, meadows and wetlands in the area, paved them, and built retail spaces that go vacant just a few months later.
Businesses aren’t even moving into these places but the group just keeps spreading out and “developing”. It seems like every month, I drive past another levelled tract of land, frankly it’s terrible.
Socks: “Fits size 6-12”
Civil Asset Seizure by Police – No Crimes Needed!
Selling textbooks at ridiculous prices.
Or selling a new copy every year with no significant change.