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Three marijuana dispensaries are poised to open in New York City over the next few days, after a court order that temporarily barred new retailers from selling cannabis products was lifted by a state judge.
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Don’t mind me! I’m just overseeing the Chilean economy.
In all seriousness though, the Cybersyn exhibition at La Moneda Cultural Center in Santiago was so cool and I love that they rebuilt the operations room to get a feel for what could have been.
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Marimo Shrimp. Entry number: S-030402.
Found this little gal hanging around some river banks out of the water. Half the size of my hand and holding onto some rocks for protection (note: check that theory). Observing from a distance showed it was right at the edge where the water splashed on it enough to sustain itself. A possible symbiotic relation between the algae and shrimp perhaps?
I wonder how each it tastes...I mean both the shrimp (can it be called that) and the algae.
One of the creepier tech-related incidents I remember was many years ago when I wanted the Sam's Photofacts (a third-party creator of device specs and schematics, etc.) for a very old portable TV. Way out of date, but I was trying to help someone with it.
I mentioned to a friend that I was looking for old Photofacts, but I did not say anything about the TV. He scribbled an address on a scrap of paper, an address locally here in L.A. "Try him," he muttered.
I drive over. It's a small unmarked storefront. I go in, the bell on the door rings. Sitting inside, like the caterpillar in "Alice in Wonderland", is this little guy perched on a stool, with immense stacks of paper surrounding him everywhere. Total mayhem.
I walk up to him -- knowing that this was a waste of time and really wanting to get out of there -- and asked if he had the Sam's Photofacts for that specific very old TV model.
Without saying a word, he reached over to the pile of papers right next to him, took the TOP item off the pile, and silently handed it to me. It was the ancient one I needed. Stunned, I paid him the amount marked on the item, and left with it, not completely sure what had just happened.
When I drove by there a month later that storefront was something else entirely. He was gone.
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