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August 16th, 2000
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Fur Barn In The Evening
I realize, if I had the money and time, I would probably be down in LA right now shooting the Democratic Convention. Crowds. People's faces. Sit at a table at a local LA cafe drinking coffee and making notes, squinting into the distance and looking impossibly hip in some kind of shooting jacket and a broad brimmed hat with a clever little feather in the band. A hackneyed not very imaginative plan, perhaps, given the other places to which a fellow like me could repair with time on his hands and money to spend.
These thoughts are being generated by the lottery ticket I purchased on the way home. Time on my hands and money to spend. Could happen. About the same odds as a rock flying off the moon and entering into the atmosphere to crash through the roof and drill me dead at my computer. You never know. The young woman in front of me asked the clerk if the three tickets she was buying were still eligible for the 82 million dollar drawing later this evening. $82 million, I thought. That's a lot of money.
I remembered, pulling out my wallet, that I'd gone down to the second floor earlier at work looking for
a diet Coke and discovered the machine was empty (It's always out of diet Coke. Our building services people are taking bribes from Pepsi.) so I knew I still had that single dollar bill in my pocket (along with some twenties, but you don't go around breaking twenties to buy a lottery ticket now, do you, like that guy down the counter who is buying, holy shit, about a hundred or so tickets!). So I popped for a paper and a lottery ticket. If I win later this evening I will undoubtedly repeat this story another thousand times to strangers who wouldn't ordinarily give me a minute without the charm and wit of my, um, many millions.
I've been living off the photographs I took at the San Francisco Gay Pride Parade over the last two months and now it's time to plan something more ambitious. I was looking through my negatives and noticed there was a Berkeley Blues Festival around this time last year. I wonder if I've missed it? I need to more closely follow the local free weeklies and find a source of information on local demonstrations. I too often read or hear of things the day after: people, clever signs, policemen waiting for the boredom to break. There's got to be an unlisted web site out there somewhere for reporters and anarchists that lays out the schedules: Rent control activists in Berkeley around seven, No Sex Before Marriage marching before noon at the local city hall, bonfires at the My Ladies Bargain Fur Barn later in the evening.
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The banner is a not very exciting photograph of a tree trunk that I shot recently on the way home from work and the young lady is a very nice young lady who is a fellow techie at my place of employment. The quote under The Sole Proprietor title is by Christina Georgina Rossetti, except the proper quote is "Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad" from Remember, 1862.
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