Happy Caturday! We take another break from the backlog to present the one-hundred-forty-fourth feline found behind door or window since the series‘ start in October 2016.
The Featured Image comes from Samsung Galaxy S25 Ultra on Dec. 7, 2025. Vitals: f/3.4, ISO 50, 1/800 sec, (synthetic) 230mm (digital and optical zoom); 10:29 a.m. PST. Location: Unknown because GPS metadata mysteriously wasn’t collected. Nickname Teacup was chosen for no particular reason.
When Twiggs shuttered both locations—Park Blvd in University Heights, Adams Ave in North Park—in October 2023, many locals, me included, were blindsided. The coffee shops operated for about three decades successfully—granted, changing owners several times and more recently a few years before the sudden end.
New shops replaced both storefronts. The one on Park simply took over the space, with so little changes that one might not realize that Twiggs ever went away. But over on Adams, the new coffee shop is a complete makeover. The change isn’t just dramatic; the place stands apart from every other coffee shop in the five-community locales of Kensington, Hillcrest, Normal Heights, North Park, and University Heights.
This post is not a commentary on immigration enforcement, ICE raids, or the troubles in Minnesota. Emotions are so piqued and polarized, any meaningful discussion seems pointless. I observe that people either oppose or support ICE actions—vehemently, with little middle ground for meaningful discussion.
However, the Featured Image is meant to present passive resistance as manifested in my San Diego neighborhood of University Heights. The sign on the Little Free Library speaks for itself. Look lower left and you will see hanging the last whistle. Half a minute earlier, ahead of me, a woman walking her dog took the second-to-last one.
Since we started regularly going to the San Diego Public Library, University Heights book sale—third Saturday and Sunday of each month—I have searched for my version of the Holy Grail: A complete set of Encyclopedia Britannica. This weekend, I found it but couldn’t buy it.
The problem is clutter, space, and timing. Our daughter is coming to visit for a bit, and I am surrendering my home office so she can have space of her own while here. The apartment is 772-square feet, but actual useful living space is diminished by the layout. We’re not hoarders, and still my wife and I feel cramped by clutter caused by lack of place to keep what we use daily or to store for emergencies.
After a nearly two-year delay, I present the last unopened Android Collectible in the @Work series: Teacher / Counselor / Consultant. Why not sooner? I looked for something in the news that seemed appropriate for presenting the droid. But nothing piqued my sense of story. So, we advance without one.
Closest thing would be a conversation yesterday, with someone I can’t reveal from a non-profit I can’t identify because the conversation wasn’t meant for public disclosure. However, I can say this: A consultant brought on to take the role of a fired employee wants to make big changes, including outsourcing significant customer service operations overseas. For this organization, that’s an abominably stupid suggestion, or even official recommendation, to make. Fire the bum.
Sometimes you can’t let a bad photo go. Focal point is not on the bird, because of my clumsiness handling the autofocus. I was rushed after seeing the predator swoop down for a refreshing dip and drink at the water puddle.
I used some of Lightroom’s detail editing tech to recover as much clarity as the tools and my skills could accomplish; no AI fakery. The close-cropped Featured Image comes from Nikon Zf and NIKKOR Z 24-200mm f/4-6.3 VR lens on Dec. 16, 2025. Vitals: f/6.3, ISO 200, 1/500 sec, 200mm; 10:45 p.m. PST.
What do I know about anything? Third weekend of the month is the book sale at the local library, from which I walked home via Park Blvd. Where Meade and Mission meet the street in a quasi-triangle, there is the University Heights pillar. Approaching, I observed a group gathered and milling about; well, that piqued my curiosity.
Passing through them, I could see from the men’s T-Shirts that they were members of a dance company. I wondered if a public demonstration might be coming or perhaps people were being trained to dance; meaning, everything was educational. Observation led me to presume that they were publicly practicing (and maybe teaching), deliberately outdoors on an absolutely gorgeous, unseasonably warm day; high temperature topped 25 degrees Celsius (78 Fahrenheit).
All I wanted was to share the Featured Image, converted to JPG from RAW. More than an hour after I started said process, progress was zero. The photo was pixeled in Adobe Photoshop Lightroom and editing option was greyed out. No online search, even with Artificial Intelligence insight, revealed any discernable solution.
I worked on ARM-based Samsung Galaxy Book4 Edge, running native Lightroom. I eventually abandoned the effort, because the night waned away; I don’t like to give up without solving something. I instead processed the NEF file on Intel-based Microsoft Laptop Studio, which is older and considerably slower—and with atrociously disappointing battery life.
To commemorate the (so far) unceasingly unseasonably warm weather, I present the Featured Image and companion, which communicate something about living in Southern California. Look at the tree, which, unless my eyes are mistaken, presents several different citrus fruits.
Yesterday was the hottest day during this protracted summer-like period here in San Diego. Temperature reached 26 degrees Celsius (80 Fahrenheit). Today marked a slight cooling trend: 25 C (77 F). We can expect about the same air temperature tomorrow.
I simply cannot believe the weather we are having here in San Diego. High temperature tipped 26 degrees Celsius (80 Fahrenheit). That kept the kitties in the shade or indoors, like the one from the Featured Image, which was shot on Oct. 14, 2025, using Samsung Galaxy S25 Ultra. Vitals: f/3.4, ISO 80, 1/400 sec, (synthetic) 230mm (digital and optical zoom); 8:08 a.m. PST.
I came upon the pretty kitty along Lincoln, which marks the neighborhood’s boundary with North Park. She is the one-hundred-forty-third feline found behind door or window.
If you wondered what native, rustic Aroostook County, Maine men looked like in 1978 (or thereabouts), I present the Featured Image taken by my Uncle Glenn. Cousin Dan (left) used an HP film scanner to digitize the photo from an original slide. He emailed the portrait, and two other photos, this afternoon. The scary dude in the middle is me; my arm listlessly hangs over my younger cousin’s shoulder—and holds what looks like a rock; why would that be?
Since I haven’t spoken to the cousin on the right for more than two years, and I know he is a somewhat private, I withhold his name out of respect. Dan, on the other hand, is easier going— as am I—and his identity was revealed in other posts.
Creator of the Dilbert comic strip passed away today, at age 68, following a protracted battle with prostate cancer. Scott Adams was, and perhaps will continue to be, a cultural and social enigma. He charmed people of all ages and persuasions with Dilbert, which started its syndication run in April 1989 (officially ending in March 2023).
But during Donald Trump’s first presidential campaign, he took on a different role: Political and societal agitator, for his sharp wit and astute analysis that antagonized many on the Left and galvanized others on the Right. For example, he astutely identified how “The Donald” chose not to play by the rules of political norms during debates with his Republican rivals, many of whom he reduced to demeaning nicknames.