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I use Twitter frequently to archive the research I am doing. I also want to share what I learn with the public. I imagine that people are interested in the things that I am interested in. Today the topic was the new streetscape for West Main Street, something I have written about for many years. The Planning Commission took up the streetscape six months after Mayor Huja blasted it and said he wouldn't support it.  This is my blog, so I can limit the backstory. But, I can also refer people to tweets I make throughout the day when I'm researching something.   I'll be spending most of today brushing up on West Main Street for a story I'm writing this evening. Interested to know your thoughts — seantubbs (@seantubbs) July 28, 2015 I don't like that the default embed here doesn't add a timestamp. I'll have to try to fix that at some point. I want to begin to use this space to experiment again, or maybe I need to find a new space at some point to b

There's something I want to say, but I cannot.  There's an impulse in my mind that I must short-circuit. I gave up the freedom to say what I think in order to become a journalist.  And it's sad, because I don't really have opinions about outcomes. My opinions are mostly about the process and about attitudes.  There are days when the negativity depresses me. These days are common.  I can never go into details. Who would care what I think anyway?  I will only say that I wish humans didn't have this innate instinct to piss over other humans all the time. 

I smell like the tavern. It wasn't a busy night. I cooked nine meals and worked about six hours or so. I met a new surgeon at the University of Virginia who had a bratwurst. I cooked a rueben for a guy who works at the Inn at Court Square. I made two chicken sandwiches, a shepherd's pie and a bratwurst for a table of four. I made an Italian sub for a woman and a portabello stuffed mushroom for her boyfriend. I made a taco salad for my friend Sidney who was there to see the woman and her boyfriend. I think that adds up. I don't know when I'll be back there again. Likely not for a few months. At the end of the night I feel much better about having been there all night.  I figured out how to move the satellite radio receiver in such a way that it won't overheat and thus stop the music.  In other words, a good night of being a caretaker.  Another night in my life. A happy one because I made some extra money I didn't have before.  I would have liked

Another night at Court Square Tavern. I don't do this often anymore. This is a place that has fallen out of time and I don't enjoy that anymore. I want to be in the future, not the past, and when I'm here all I can do is see days behind. Not the days ahead. At one point I wanted to buy this place, but I don't want that anymore. I'm glad that eventuality hasn't happened. I'm still glad to be here occasionally, but the complete and utter lack of customers at the moment confirm my fears that the glory days are long over. Will this be the last night? I don't know, but I "wrote" this song at some point on another night when I had to temporarily work here.