I took pictures of a couple of boxes in Golden Gate Park this morning.
There are some public pianos in the park, kept in big boxes at night to elude the attention of drunks, raccoons, and coyotes (who never learned to play well but refuse to admit it). A couple(?) of weeks back, the piano by the Conservatory was knocked over. At the time, I blamed drunks. But now I guess that a bona fide musician knocked that piano over while struggling to extract it from its box. Today, there was a new box on rollers and tracks, a lot easier to move. Hopefully, future musicians can sit at the piano even if they've skipped leg day for the past twenty years. (Well, almost: when I rolled the box back to take this picture, I couldn't get it all the way back; a couple of cutouts on the back panel weren't quite big enough to clear obstacles without me lifting. But that's fixable!)
The de Young Museum sphinxes are under repair. They're pretty old, the internet says they've been there since 1907. For now, you can't see them, they're enclosed within big boxes. There's a flyer on one of the boxes that tells you what's going on and encourages you to call the arts council with any questions. I was tempted to call up and ask "What is it that walks on four feet in the morning, two feet in–" but I thought they might not have anyone answering questions at 0730 on a Saturday morning,
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2025-09-27T15:58:52.808756
Occam's Razor hard at work in Golden Gate Park this morning.
Me walking past the tennis courts: Hm, why is there a big crowd of people standing around awkwardly at 0730 in the morning?
Me walking along JFK: Who is this bozo driving their car along the car-free part of JFK? Oh, there's a big decal on the side of the car. "Laver cup?" What is that? Are they advertising something like a Stanley Flask?
Later on, I'd get on the internet and find out that the Laver Club is a tennis tournament, and I was watching some tennis official gradually figure out that they'd passed the place and were lost and late.
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2025-09-20T15:54:24.895315
It's a puzzlehunt drama, with the emphasis on the drama.
The hunt's designer says "And the true prize, the jewel at
the end of the journey, is the discovery of the self."
I kept trying to emphasize the puzzlehunt; but this book ain't
Winston Breen.
The story's a mystery; this book report contains,
uh, converse-spoilers. That is, I kept reading the book
in puzzlehunt-mode and thus anticipated things that don't
happen. I guess they're minor?
(If you were hoping for a plot synopsis or discussion
of the (interesting!) characters, probably you want
someone else's review.
If you're reading my blog, I assume
you're here for puzzly stuff.)
Our protagonist reads a note from the puzzlehunt designer, noting
there are typos. I, of course, reached for a pencil and a piece of
scratch paper to jot down the typos to see if they spelled out a
secret message. They do! You think that's a spoiler, but: Nobody in
the book ever notices. The secret message is an easter egg for the
reader.
So that got me thinking about other places the puzzlehunt designer
might leave overlooked easter eggs. There's a coded message made of
dingbats: ☥☈⚰…many symbols…♀♛. I wondered about the
choice of the [spoiler redacted] and [spoiler redacted]:
those symbols seemed like they could relate to the plot.
I wondered what meaning the puzzlehunt designer assigned them in the
code. But when I read the decoded message, it mostly but didn't
quite match up to the coded message. Maybe some editor decided to to
re-word the coded message but then didn't go back to insert a couple of
new dingbats? Anyhow, I gave up on that one.
At one point, a secret message says "Seek well," a reasonable phrase
to use in instructions to puzzlehunters. The main characters really
fixate on the phrase. I wondered: is this an "easter egg" from the author
to readers that we should be on the lookout for a sequel? It's been years
since this book was published, and no sequel has appeared. I think I was
once again barking up the wrong tree.
It's a fun book. I probably would have had more fun if I hadn't hared
off chasing down mirage "easter eggs" though.
(But maybe not? I am kinda wired for that?)
BTW, if you "view source" on the blog post version of this here post,
below you'll see a kinda major spoiler: my notes on the dingbat message.
If you want a head start on analyzing and don't want to figure out how
to enter weird characters like ☈, it could come in handy.
(I'm guessing "you" are me, five years later.)
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2025-09-14T15:46:44.662677
A neighborhood mystery solved: Some weeks back, I walked past as someone in a forklift repeatedly
rammed into the side of a UCSF building at Arguello and Irving, poking a big hole in the wall. Since
then, the room thus entranced has been under construction. Like the guy in the Tom Waits song, I
wondered "What's he building in there?"
As I walked past today, a forklift stood by for the delivery of a big ol' medical scanner (MRI?).
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2025-09-13T18:02:24.248781
It's a vax selfie.
Normally I'd wait a month for the COVID vax so it would be full-strength for mid-January.
But I worried that some worm-eaten snake oil huckster might find a way to ban all vaccines in the next few weeks, so got it early.
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2025-09-12T17:55:25.134533
#SFHellscape
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2025-09-10T15:14:29.935681
Some things I saw on my morning walk in #SanFrancisco, mostly:
The San Francisco Dahlia Garden is doing its thing.
A Golden Gate Park coyote. (Actually, this photo is from last weekend, but I didn't post it, distracted when I finally learned Kal Zakzouk's name. I was glad to see that coyote; I hadn't seen any since large areas of the park were fenced off for concerts. I thought maybe the coyotes had fled all the hubbub? If so, they didn't flee permanently; more likely, they were fenced in while I was fenced out. Anyow, I saw a coyote this morning, so I guess I'll post this photo now.)
Some sidewalk chalk art at 20th and Irving. Because of the location, it might be by Kal Zakzouk, but it doesn't look like his usual style, maybe it's by someone else? Some interesting fish chimerae. (Sorry I couldn't get a better picture from the other side to give a clearer view of that fish-panda; I dunno how to make my phone compensate for pointing into the sun like that.)
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2025-08-31T16:18:02.015807
It's spelled "fascists," kid. You got the important parts right, though.
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2025-08-25T14:17:41.542976
For years, I've enjoyed the sidewalk chalk art at 20th Ave and Irving (or, earlier, Judah) street in #SanFrancisco.
Today, there was no sidewalk chalk art, so I looked up… and thus spotted a window sign telling me who the artist is: Kal Zakzouk.
Apparently, he even got written up in the neighborhood paper, but I didn't notice
(perhaps distracted by the many many unhinged letters to the editor that dominate that paper's feed)..
He has a gofundme for legal fees. If you've enjoyed his art and can spare it, maybe toss a few bucks his way.
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2025-08-25T13:58:38.316301
Puzzle Hunts are Everywhere: David Hill writes about gambling nowadays; but back when he lived in Hot Springs, Arkansas he was kind of a big deal in their Midnight Madness puzzlehunts. So maybe it's not surprising that he ran a puzzlehunt for serious sports bettors in Las Vegas recently https://davidhill.substack.com/p/not-fun-at-all-really
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2025-08-22T15:36:38.271780