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a burger in Red Hook
Wednesday, September 5 2018
After waking up well before my alarm went off, I lay there in bed and tried my best to ignore Oscar the Cat as he purred loudly like he always does. The thing that got me out of bed didn't end up being him, though, it was my need to take a massive dump. Usually I don't need to go so early in the day, but it seems my body was in the process of making some scheduling adjustments. Eventually I fed the cats and sat at my computer for awhile, doing the usual noodling around and even some watching of YouTube videos. Eventually I got dressed, climbed into the Subaru, and drove across the Hudson, arriving at work about fifteen minutes before 9:00am. An import of a massive 98 GB .sql file I'd started before leaving last night seemed to still be ongoing. But then later I saw indications that it was actually hung and that no data bad been imported since 9:00pm last night. Since the .sql was so massive, I couldn't just open it in a text editor to see what it contained, though I was pretty sure it had the makings for a big, fully-populated database. But attempts to re-import the data died in the same way things had died last night. Only by the end of the day, using a special text editor capable of opening truly massive files (the one provided with Liquid Studio 2018), was I able to determine that the .sql file just contained data for one table and all of it was indeed importing. The weird lack of responsiveness from the import command (mysql -uroot -p < branford.sql) was apparently just a glitch. There was still this issue of why an import of a 98 GB file result in only a 44 GB MySQL database. But that was easily explained because most of the data in the .sql file was binary data, which is described hexadecimally. Hexadecimal values require two bytes to describe one byte, so that accounts for the missing gigabytes nicely.
At noon I walked immediately to the burger place in the downtown of the village. It doesn't say so on the outside of the building, but the burgers (and everything else there) are entirely vegan. When I walked in, I immediately saw Chris of Chris and Kirsti. He was there to eat a big sandwich and charm an investor in his vegan food capital firm (which happens to be a spinoff of Mercy For Animals, our former employer). Chris insisted on paying for my burger too. With fries, it came to $25, which is a lot for a burger. But it did have avocado on it. It took awhile to be prepared, and as I waited I fucked with my phone so Chris and his potential investor could have their lunch meeting without feeling the need to involve me. When my food came, I wolfed it down quickly, and yet somehow my lunch break took an entire hour.
I left work in time to make it to Woodstock as Gretchen was ending her Wednesday bookstore shift. Today would be the last day of Aba's Falafel at the Woodstock Farm Festival for the season, and we wanted to get our last Farm Festival falafel. I arrived a few minutes before Gretchen, drinking a Modelo beer from my workplace travel mug. When Gretchen kissed me on the lips, she immediately remarked, "You're drinking already?" This was not intended to be a pleasantry. Our friend Kate materialized a few minutes later. While waiting for Gretchen to get back from her endless networking, I asked Kate how she likes her new place. For those who don't remember, Kate broke up with her old boyfriend Joe over an affair and was forced to sell her house in Marbletown (a couple miles south of us). She then moved into Sandor & Eva's newly-rennovated house on Maverick Road in West Hurley. But apparently that place isn't as great as she had hoped. For one thing, there's lots of traffic on Maverick, which is uncomfortably close to the house. Cars going by are often driving 60 miles per hour. Then there's the marginal hand-built nature of the house itself, which encourages all sorts of invertebrate life to take up residence. She specifically mentioned daddy longlegs and ants, though there are probably plenty of termites as well.
Eventually we were joined by a younger woman Gretchen knows through the bookstore. She's a cook at a restaurant up near Tannersville, and she comes to Woodstock via the treacherous (and seasonal) Platte Clove Road (though not in the winter).
Among other things we discussed while eating our falafel, I pointed out a woman with whom Gretchen had gotten into an altercation with at Hurley Ridge Market a couple years ago). After the woman chastised Gretchen for grabbing bagels with her bare hands, saying doing so was unsanitary, Gretchen pointed out how "unsanitary" the dead chicken was in the woman's shopping basket. This evening, though, both Gretchen and the woman were eating vegan, simply because that's the only kind of food Aba's Falafel serves.
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