I recorded this yesterday during a new weed holiday, seemingly created by the legal weed industry, called OIL Day. You see, if you look at the number 710 upside down it kinda looks like it says OIL.

I'm fairly certain this did not exist before this year and I have no intention of working it into my life in any meaningful way, but it meant I got 25% off another PAX pod at my normal dispensary.

The dispensary I go to is roughly a 20 minutes walk from my house. There's another place closer, but I'm a sucker for discounts. I have a Costco membership, I have Honey installed on all my browsers (for what it's worth), and I still get newsletters from monoprice, groupon, slickdeals, sidedeals, etc.

Far as I can tell, there's nothing special about this dispensary, but almost every time I go I get $5. Including yesterday. My $60 pod only came out to $40 after the discounts. What does that same pod cost at the place 10 minutes walk away? I don't know. Hopefully more than that.

So, I walk down to Frankford. There's no great way to do it, either. Winding through the weird Northern Liberties neighborhoods--post modern mcmansions tucked between the traditional nu-architecture of this city and 100-year-old rowhomes--and down across whatever section of 2nd St. is easiest today, then through the tighter rowhomes east of there and across the disparate area around Front St. leading to the Fillmore.

Listening now, I think yesterday's walk was one of my more aurally interesting. There's my house and me dropping my key (more just tossing it straight into the street), weird construction, echoey music from all angles, followed by the El and 95 overpasses.

The recording just ended for me and was immediately followed by "Balloon Balloon Air Squeak" from the royalty free Hannah Barbera sound effects collection I downloaded for another project. Suppose I'll move onto that project now.