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01212017-27


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As always, the squeaky wheel gets the grease -- or that's the idea, anyway, presumably in the minds of those "Save Madison Valley" NIMBYs whose vocal opposition to the area development set to contain our next store opening has led to this frustratingly misleading web page.

In fact, even the updates this week on the Capitol Hill Blog contain annoying phrasing: "Mixed-used PCC development," "Madison Valley PCC project." Putting it this way makes it sound like we are spearheading the construction project -- causing customers to blame us directly, for example, for the impending elimination of green "urban canopy" used by wildlife -- but we aren't. I have already been directed to respond to some of these complaints on social media that we "are a prospective tenant in the proposed development" and "we are not the property owner nor the developer." But coverage like those Capitol Hill Blog posts make it seem very much like we are. It's driving me crazy.

Not that it matters to the customers complaining about it. They predictably respond that if we were to be true to our mission and values then we would refuse to be part of the development regardless. To me, this is tricky. We are indeed known for our support of sustainability and environmentalism, and in some ways I can actually see the point being made there. Then again, the same point could be said of any store we operate, which sits on land that was once undeveloped. Who are they to say where the line is to be drawn? I was in a meeting with the social media team a couple of months ago and one of them said, "Would they rather a US Bank move into the building?" For some of the people whining about this project as if there aren't any more pressing issues at hand right now, the answer is actually yes. Still, a lot of them clearly don't understand that the building is going up with or without our being the anchor tenant.

And selfishly, I'm thrilled about it, as I have already said. The location is all of 1.1 miles from where I live. I'll be able to walk there. Honestly I'll be glad when construction has moved forward and those people finally accept that it's out of their hands.

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01212017-28


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What of last night? The usual: walk home from work; make and eat dinner while watching TV (latest episode of The Young Pope on HBO) and a movie.

The movie was The Intern, the 2015 Nancy Meyers movie starring Robert DeNiro and Anne Hathaway, which I actively avoided when it was in theatres. But I heard multiple podcast since in which people talked about how surprisingly good the movie was, and especially that DeNiro was good in it. So I finally caved and decided to watch it. I'll concede the movie wasn't terrible, and was pleasant enough. It still wasn't exceptional and I still feel I had no need to see it in theatres.

What I did do, though, was inadvertently waste a Blu-Ray mailed from Netflix. I usually do, but for some reason I failed to check on whether I could see that one streaming before I added it to my Netflix DVD mailer queue. Turns out, that one is actually available on HBO Go right now. So that's where we watched it. I just put the Blu-Ray back in its envelope and sent it back out in the mail today. Next in the Netflix mailer queue are Singin' in the Rain, The Money Pit, and Crimes and Misdemeanors. On all three of these, I did double check all four of the places they could potentially be available streaming: Netflix streaming; HBO Go; Hulu; and Amazon Prime Video. None are available on any of those. So, Blu-Rays and DVDs they will be. (And this is precisely why I keep the DVD mailer account in addition to Netflix Streaming.)

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I just had lunch with Karen down at Six-Seven at the Edgewater Hotel, and we actually spent most of the hour talking about India in one way or another: I realized I still hadn't told her about Shobhit's tentative -- employment depending -- idea of going back to India over Christmas for his 20-year college reunion, and bringing me with him. We talked about the urban monkeys of New Delhi that I've been obsessed with for years.

Shobhit has never understood my fervent desire to see monkeys running around city streets, and always wants to tell me how aggressive they can be and that it may not be so pleasant to be exposed to them. Whatever! How could I not want to get a look at monkeys that once ransacked government offices? That was from 2001, though. I guess they’ve glued their windows shut. Now they just literally mug people on the street. I want to get mugged by monkeys!

Actually, I understand these are much larger -- and therefore dangerous -- animals than, say, cats. Dogs, even. I clearly will do well not to have any food on me if I go anywhere near them. And it's not like I'd walk up and try to touch them. I wouldn't just walk up and try to pet a wild hyena, either. All I want is to see them in an urban setting. The juxtaposition fascinates me endlessly.

And then we talked a lot about the movie Lion. Karen had read the book -- I should have known -- and although she did enjoy the movie, was disappointed with some of the liberties taken by the movie. I had only the movie to judge on its own merits. I loved it. And I still knew that "based on true events" meant it was largely fictionalized. The basic bullet points of the story (boy gets accidentally whisked 900+ kilometers from home on a commuter train, winds up adopted by a couple in Tasmania, at the age of 25 uses Google Earth to find his birth town and birth mother) were true.

I was about to marvel to myself that, for once since the election, we managed to have an hour lunch without bringing up President Fuckwit -- but then just before I was about to leave, Karen said, "I know you have to go, but we haven't even touched on the Women's March!" Oh, right. Karen was intimidated by the crowds and possible dangers (dangers which never came to fruition, thankfully) and chose to sit it out. She seems somewhat regretful of that, but oh well. "I was there in spirit!" she said. It was still the largest coordinated political demonstration in history, so no harm no foul, really.

Anyway. I need to get back to work.

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01212017-15

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