Tests, I Imagine
The last day of January, back to work day after tomorrow. At least the sun is shining and people are out walking and running around Lake Merritt. I skipped going to the usual cafe for breakfast, finished the last of the Cheerios and walked down to the cash machine to pick up some money to buy apples, Mandarin oranges and a large almost melon sized green piece of fruit. I don't know what it's called. They were selling them for a buck fifty a pop and the young woman behind the table thought that's what I wanted when I handed her an extra plastic bag I'd inadvertently pulled off the peg when I was picking out the oranges so she'd put this thing in the extra bag and rung up the both of them. I was standing there thinking as I half consciously watched this transpire: was this one of those cosmic suggestions you stumble over every now and then and hey, for a buck fifty, why not? So it's in the refrigerator. Whatever it is.
I realize most of you don't experience this kind of excitement so early on a Saturday morning, but we're here in Oakland near the End of the Rainbow and shit like this happens all of the time.
Probably not good I didn't shoot any photographs this week. Well, I did, but when I rewound the F3 today it felt as if I'd misloaded the film again and none of the film was exposed. You do these things, it reinforces the discipline you need to load your cameras. With the F3 you've got to be damned sure the leader is tucked in and the gears are engaged. I'll do the film tonight, but I don't expect to see any pictures. Is this too laid back? Shouldn't I be angry?
Yes.
I've been getting a lot of that lately. MSM, MSW and some of my cohorts at work have suggested I get out there and fucking do whatever it is I'm supposed to do before I ossify into an old archaeological relic. I don't like to admit it when people are right but I'm swayed when there's evidence. The head, mouth, sinuses, chest have all been acting up this week. Doesn't make you want to go out and buy a car, shoot photographs, reinvent the work life or court the ladies. Time for another round of tests, I imagine.
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