Saturday. To bed at eleven, awake this morning with the alarm thinking maybe I don't really want to get up this early, but the motor had evidently started and I was up and out the door to breakfast without any strain. Back well before eight, I don't have the N.Y. Times to read on Saturdays and the local papers are bankruptcy thin. Still, overcast, the day ahead. I wonder if there's anything out there to shoot? The Bay to Breakers tomorrow, but it starts about the time the first BART train arrives and I generally cop out. But today? Anything? I'll look.

Later. A Korean street festival over on Telegraph in Koreatown, so I hopped the bus and went. The day is indeed overcast, dark overcast, no indication we'll see any sun and maybe that affected turnout, but there were very few people during the time I was there. I, of course, managed to arrive early in the sense of just after it started at eleven, but stayed some two hours without it picking up much.

And pictures? Well, I did pass a mural they were painting behind Luka's at Broadway and West Grand, this the first time I've noticed it. They participate in the Art Murmur the first Fridays of every month projecting what and whatever they find clever on the wall. So, of course, I took a picture.

A portrait or two walking up and down the festival area, a metal band first on stage at eleven-thirty, which was weird as everything following seemed to be Korea centric: various speeches and what looked to be on their poster Korean music from the names of the performers. Not something to entice a younger crowd. Ah, well. Some few photographs of a Kung Fu club that didn't turn out. Some photographs of the older group of Korean women who were sitting together in front of the metal band. I wondered about that until they got up and followed the set with a choral drum performance of their own. My, my.

Back now at the apartment feeling a bit worn out, plenty of walking with the cameras, an ice cream cone on the way home from the local Seven-Eleven look alike, most of the afternoon still ahead. Good. I guess. There are things I'd like to get done. I list them all the time, but sometimes I go after them, the list is no shorter, but the tasks are less formidable with the accumulated progress. Moving these image files off the filled to the brim drive will take more time, seeing how long it took to move but one month. We'll move another month today, I think. Set a goal. Set a target.

Later still. It took somewhat less than an hour for the tired muscles to come back to some sense of normal, about right from my experience having done a number of these photo trips. More image files burned to DVD's, although I've had the DVD burner continue to blow up. It gives a write error, doesn't say what it is, and ejects the disk asking do I want to start over on a new one? And indeed, although all the files are listed, you can't open one in Photoshop. A bad batch of disks? Not from my past experience, although I've heard of people talk of such. A funky burner? Could be. Deedle-dee-dee.

I'm hungry, thinking more sushi down the street. Maybe a half flask of hot sake, though. Don't really want to get too bent, not that a large hot sake is anything over the top. I don't think.

You go on and on about your cheap sake habit. You'd have been embarrassed to mention anything close to this when you were young.

I'm as curious as to the why as you. Doodle-dee-do.