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So on New Year’s I ended up driving for LYFT.  It was a last minute decision because I didn’t drive for LYFT in a while and I had some missing documentation including an inspection and some tutorials to watch.  One of the tutorials had to do with boundaries (of course😛😜😝).

 But, all in a all i had a pretty good time driving.  I only had one person forget their phone in the car, in which case, I had to drive back to the shelter where he worked to return it.  

And Bonus!  I did not have anyone throw up in my car. I made a about $200 in three hours giving 10 rides which was pretty great.  I also made the mistake of asking if a pair of passengers was father/daughter. BUT no in fact, they were a couple, oops! Lol

I guess if I had drove for UBER, I could have made $25 for every six rides I gave. LYFT was offering some bonuses but it was like a few extra dollars here and there for rides given in Minneapolis.

 I remember thinking about how great it was.  A lot of my passengers enjoy telling me their stories, and I’m always one to give in to this small request as I take out a pen and paper and make cheerful notes on potential stories based on what they’ve told me.  It’s a lot of fun. I do remember getting stranded in places like White Bear and Woodbury. And I use the word "stranded" loosely because it’s not that I was stranded per say -It’s just- if you keep the app open long enough, you’ll end up further into these cities, and a lot of them have windy, twisty roads without any streetlights.  And after a while I get bored and it seems like I’m driving into the country side. Because smaller cities contrast entirely to Minneapolis and St. Paul. So while I’m in a ride, I’ll turn off any requests and start driving back to familiar territory. Sometimes you make more money giving shorter rides anyway.

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LOOKING FORWARD to January

Happy New Year's everyone! 

My son Zulfi

I drove for ride-share. It didn't get busy till after midnight which was kinda surprising because in the past we had taken people to parties and bars as well as brought them home, but maybe people saved money by taking a car pool to the event.

This is one of the stories from this week.

There was a crackle in the air when these two women in my rideshare were describing to wedding in Minneapolis that they just attended. Their actress friend just got married, and she is also going to be playing Jodie Foster’s daughter in a movie in Switzerland, or is New Zealand ?? (I forget). 

Either way they described the wedding and the bride’s dress 👗 as a silk off the shoulder gown, and beautiful veil. Many of the guest were eccentric actors. The women said there was a coffee bar- a necessity at this wedding, because the guests sang karaoke all night. And basically the wedding was a great success!

Mural in north Minneapolis

Karaoke, by the way is not some thing I am totally great at because I lose my voice quickly and I’m soft-spoken. 

I just love hearing people talk about their wedding venue, and different things that have taken place on their special night . I especially love hearing about weddings that are quite costly… I can even bring a tear and become emotional when people describe weddings.

 

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Reading

"In Nineteen Ways of Looking at Consciousness, Patrick House explores intensely interesting, beautifully provocative ideas about the neurobiology of consciousness. In addition to being an intellectual pleasure, this is an aesthetic one as well – House writes like a dream, with great drollness and elegance of phrase.

A review by Henry M. Cowles Think about anything often enough, from enough angles, and it’s bound to spinter and refract. Our minds are like kaleidoscopes, packed with mirrors we twist to see the world anew. Sometimes we’re twisting consciously, sometimes unconsciously. But no matter what, we end up seeing patterns that are more a product of the tool in hand than of the world on its other end. Stevens’s poem, on this reading, is less about blackbirds than about the lenses we use to spy on them. It’s a warning, in other words, not to mistake the kaleidoscope for the universe.

I liked how this book described how having a detached attitude towards something depends on how aloof you are.  If you are detached towards an argument, you may be more priviledged to have that aloofness. 

The book describes how in the future we will come to know what we USED to believe as "interpersonal differences", as we come to understand every tid bit of the brain. The book gives the example how some people cannot replay memories in their mind visually.  And if someone were to have an argument with a person of this nature, based on this awareness, they will better understand where this person is coming from.