Yacko: Dot, dust for prints. Dot: [carrying the musician Prince] Found him! Yacko: No, Dot. FINGER prints! Dot: I don't think so.
Gotta love when the writers also look out for the adults in the room.
If you go hiking in the hills east of Berkeley, CA, the offshore breeze picks up the scents of jasmine, wisteria, and roses on the city's gardens on its way to combine with the parks' laurel, pine, and eucalyptus. It's a distinctive regional scent, and it's amazing.
A buddha. Now I've got my own personal bodhisattva!
Here in Omaha I see them regularly, though not constantly. This is the sort of place where accidents end them as often as mechanical issues.
In my experience about one in three sign-carrying individual zealots on a college campus will stick around for over five years despite most people ignoring them completely most of the time. My experience probably isn't indicative, though - where I come from, oddballs and people who don't have access to consensus reality tend to be broadly tolerated. I'm not sure what motivates them, it'd be an interesting subject for a documentary.
3rd/4th gen is ubiquitous
Cocteau Twins' album Heaven or Las Vegas is pretty niche, but if you're looking for advanced technique it's a treasure trove. Every song has a couple vocal riffs that make you scratch your head and wonder where Fraser found the precision and agility. (In a conservatory is where.)