Lines and curbs
Vietnam is the number two producer of Coffee. Who woulda thunk? Let alone drink that? While output in Vietnam could rise to as much as 17 million bags, and Colombia could produce 12 million bags, output elsewhere should remain stable, with once large producers like Ivory Coast and Indonesia registering smaller crops.
All this pegged against Brazil with well over 45 Million 60Kg. Bags. And you thought I hadn’t produced enough info on the trade of our beloved beverage lately!
Have one on me. Put the coin in the slot, chose your blend, drink up and, then and only then,, look inside.
Curb your usage and you can expect to become cumbersome. Bums on benches seems to be a continuing saga in the small college town of Columbia Missouri. Seems there is some friction foisted on the friends of the benches stemming from the lack of free space thereon. What? Oh they think they are different from any other civic aggregation in the world? You put out a seat, and people will sit on it. It’s like gravity; raise it, and it will fall. Why do you think we guys leave the seat up all the time?
This is the old “some are more equal than others” argument. The problem is not that you have unwanted butts on bare benches, your problem is education. You need to educate to prosperate (my word, not the dictionary’s). You of lowly intellect in the fine college town should know better than others of this principle.
Give the info needed, or get more benches. If you build it, it’s for them, then they will come.
Not the least common syllogism on this forum. But that was just the systemization we need for a determined push to the forefront of features we sought in our predilection of duties on this output. We ushered in a New Year as discussed on previous posts. They’re off! Even I could not resist a nonsensical nuance nursed to life for all to needle at.
We have these curbs in so many parking lots these days. Give me the old parking lot with acre upon acre of blacktop. Draining the aqueous residues of nature into untolled bellies of our municipal infrastructures. You have it. Now what we get are, rim scuffing, tire pinching, alignment wracking, muffler ripping, bumper dinging, wind-dam stretching, toe jamming, snowplow scooping, nerd noodling, buggy cart bending, corner cutting, concrete barriers everywhere there shouldn’t be one.
Who designs theses? They say it’s for the trees. Crap! If you put a level area with dirt and mulch in a large opening in the tarmac: a) more water would run in and satiate the conifer, and b) we would eliminate all but the inebriated encounter with un-road-like encumbrances.
First off the post you would think these were designed by our concrete generalized friends, the Italians. Nope. Been there, didn’t see any like we have. Most as slightly slanted issues with gentle angles for the cushy tires of our Lancias. Then who by jore and by jove? Surely not the Indians. (I mean those from Mumbai) these are not the calcite and sand lovers you purport them to be. For whom doth this bell toll?
It's that uncanny cloister of civilians the Bureaucrats. They come from the country of Paper. Live in cube farms. Accumulate reams and reams of rueful forms to fill out. Their national pastime is rubber stamping. They produce this rubber by entering large committee reports generated after several hundred hours of meeting in small coffee and donut laden rooms arguing about procedure while not realizing their folly.
So the Bureaucrat sees all these cars twenty years ago in parking lots al orderly and in rows. He immediately assumes there is a problem. This is because as a rule maker, there are no rules about parking lots. Hence, he makes some. Fortunately for us, the process is long and trifling. However, they have now proliferated their pontifications. We have curbs.
Everywhere. I know of towns which used to have straight curbs on the sides of the roads. Now they wind in and out around hydrant and hydrangea. Pole to pole and post to post. Not the easy snowplowing curbs of the seventies. Go to a mall. They not only install curbs, they put them on unintelligible jaunty angles so you almost HAVE to engage one somewhere.
We ride and drive on ambivalent to these concerns. Until we loose a tooth or spring a wheel. Then we start to think of the ramifications of putting obstructions in open spaces. And no, I have not done it myself. But in these days of snowfall I see it all the time. Car parts turning to body parts on the hang-up of our lots.
Hmm deeper than I thought.
Mark Hull
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