Mumble
Tuesday. The only thing I liked about Monday's piece was the part about the airplane. That was fun to write. Need to do more of that. And XM Radio? Buy it? Try it? Fry it? Why not? I realize I just spent the price of one on some books from Amazon, the price of it again when I then ordered upgrades to Photoshop and Illustrator and half that amount on the pair of shoes I ordered over the net from Nordstroms. (I need those shoes. The heels on the current pair are, um, well, you don't want to know.) Mumble.
Wednesday. The usual group of malcontents I have drinks with after work didn't show up so I'm home and halfway sober. My entire world is altogether too sober, too dedicated, too stressed. Stress in the old days at least occasionally led to good times after work babbling incoherently over beer. I'm surrounded by adults who take their responsibilites seriously. Mumble.
Other than that, not much. I have some books coming from Amazon. I have the Photoshop and Illustrator upgrades on the way. Not sure I need them, but this idea that you bite the bullet to buy the software and then it's yours free and clear forever is naive beyond believing. You pay them their annual or bi-annual or one and a half annual upgrade or you're out of the water. Maybe they'll arrive before the weekend. Maybe they'll be wonderful. Mumble.
Carnaval this weekend, a parade in San Francisco and a smaller, but nice affair Sunday here in Oakland, although they're talking about rain over the three day weekend. I'm so focused on day in, day out, survive a morning, survive an afternoon, get home in one piece for the evening that I'm surprised when a long weekend arrives. Is this good or bad? Real people have trips planned, get togethers arranged with friends and family, barbeques on the patio. "Weekend? Weekend?" he squeaks, standing there blinking. Which is why, I guess, I placed a last minute order today for sixty rolls of film, forty black and white, twenty color. I haven't given up on color. I don't see shooting Carnaval with only one roll of color in the refrigerator so I ordered them this morning overnight from New York (You don't want them stuck in a delivery truck outside of Chicago in summer, the globally warming summer.) "This should get the blood pumping", he wrote without a hint of humor. Mumble.
I dunno, guys, I have no idea if I'll come back to read this one day and wince or smile. You eventually learn how good you can get at anything once you've had enough practice, and although I've got years yet to practice and improve, I'm seeing where the water ends and the beach begins and I'm not confident I'm ever going to make waves enough to push it much farther. But that's an examination for another time, I think, when I'm older, more mature and take myself seriously. Mumble.
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