Doing some spring cleaning on my computer, I discovered a forgotten crypto wallet, so emptied it: $2.73 worth of Tron, $7.32 worth of Polygon (yes, 2.73 and 7.32 are the real numbers), and a whopping $64.55 worth of Ethereum.

The wallet was emptied. But wait – one asset?

Yes, $0.000001 USD Tether: 1/10,000^th of a cent remained. Delightful!

But when I reopened the wallet, it was gone! Just like that!

Oh well; easy come, easy go. The wild world of cryptocurrency.

We were watching The Station Agent (2003) when my sharp-eyed wife spotted something interesting. When Finbar McBride (Peter Dinklage) addresses an elementary school classroom on the subject of trains, a shot of the students includes books in the background.

One of which is mine, Draw Dinosaurs.

First published in 1997, it had sold 1,069,192 copies as of June 2009, 90% of them through rights (about that time our book sales had passed 10 million, and my interest in precise records faded). Our last printing of this title, 20 years and two days after the first, was a print-on-demand run of 350 copies, an amount far too small to be practical with the printing technology that existed in 1997.

I saw this the other day; didn’t investigate because the owner was inside watching TV. It doesn’t look like the work of a bird, but if it is, it’s quite remarkable.

I will not be parking in the aloe vera.

Now that the wretched sitzbad is gone, I finally found someone to finish the shower in our little country place. The well has not been run in a long time, and it’s summer and water levels are down, and what’s coming out now is pretty sulfurous and brown and nasty, so for mixing cement I have been taking water from here in 6-liter Salus water bottles which I gather when I can from the recycling containers. They’ve been scarce lately for some reason.

Cut to this morning, reading Clif High’s extension of Bloom’s Taxonomy…OK, here’s an excerpt:

A significant difference is that Bloom ended his context on thinking with meta-cognition as an active tool, used on occasion to ‘tune’ your thinking about how to learn. He did not conceive of meta-cognition as an active, on-going, self analytical, in real time self monitoring, developing perpetual state of process. Thus in Bloom’s model, such humans as display psychic or ‘enlightenment’ abilities are completely excluded. In my model they are merely expressions of higher order thinking that is always, continuing, and continuously seeking to manifest at more advanced levels.

Then I walked to the feria (street market) past the recycling containers, only to see something I’ve never seen before.

Someone had actually tied a bunch of empty 6-liter Salus bottles to the outside of one of them, just in case someone was needing a bunch of them…?

Yesterday saw an almost-heroic purge of 16 years of acquired workshop/play space flotsam—small coils of wire, plumbing fixtures I’ll never use, lookalike Argentine electrical fixtures that don’t play well with Uruguayan counterparts, hardware oddities carefully saved over the years because of course.

Between a weedeater and dog food, I was up to three freebie promotional beach umbrellas which, despite appearance, have never had any real use. And certainly not recently.

So I posted them as giveaways on our neighborhood Whatsapp group. Our neighbor Álvaro immediately claimed one, and someone else said her daughter would love to have one and she’d be here to pick it up in un ratito, which means “a little while” in English, which means maybe an hour and a half in Uruguay.

When she arrived, she was thrilled with the brand new umbrella (with the name of some dog food I’d never heard of—where does this stuff come from?), and held out as a thank you a cold 1.5 liter bottle of Coke Zero.

Which is close to the last thing I would think of actually drinking. I thanked her graciously, and immediately started wondering what am I going to do with this stuff? Then I remembered all the wonderful internet claims: clean dirty grout! Half a bottle later in the shower, uh, no. Speed up compost by adding sugar…uh, no. Clean oil stains in the garage! Uh…no. Clean rust off tools? Another day, perhaps *sigh*.