People on the Internet are getting dumber! In the early 1990s only über-geeks like me knew how to use it, and now any barely-literate savage can be trained to
turk together forum spam messages for a living. And, at the same time, artificial intelligence algorithms will continue to improve, so it will get ever-harder to tell if you're dealing with a real person or not...
Anyways, back to the diary. Walking 4-5 hours to the farmer's market, and taking a taxi back with the goods. Good exercise. No government license required. Always tempted by the convenience stores and fast food places I pass on the way, but no means no. I
only allow myself to buy things that can be locally grown, in their natural state, tax free. Will eventually only be buying food grown by other dissidents, or growing my own. Don't ask where I am, cause I ain't all there yet, but I will be...
Someday ... ... ... ... ... .For all this walking in this weather I like to err on the side of caution - two pairs of socks, warm boots, warm jeans, long-sleeve shirt, a very warm sweater, a warm hooded jacket that zips to my lower lip (never liked scarfs), thick gloves, and a warm Russian hat. (One thing I especially like about Russian hats is that one can't ever know if it's bulletproof. Yes, I think about stuff like that. Guns may get the glory, but it's bulletproofing that wins the game!) No need for long-johns or multiple layers of heavy sweaters here - Alaska ain't got nothing on me! Only the air feels mildly cold getting out the door early in the morning, but by the time I get there it's like 120 degrees under my clothes! Well, that's why I took an empty backpack - to get some layers off as it gets warmer.
People with cars look at me funny, but fuck if I care! Tax resistance cures anything resembling the so-called "social anxiety disorder" dead in its tracks!