Today I searched the web for a Sony 32" TV set compatible with my DVD player. Looked at the specs to see if they would sit on my old Sony stand, the one that came with the Pro Feel monitor that finally died/fried three years ago when I lived just off Telegraph closer to Berkeley. Getting to be a long time ago, that time I lived near Berkeley. Had the jaw operation while I lived there, a basement unit, not as nice as this one. That's where I started the journal. Did I order it? Yeah. Surprised myself.

I realize there is some compulsion on my part to get out of this place on the weekends. Walk around, take a bus, shoot pictures. There's a cafe on Broadway three blocks from City Hall called the Bulldog and a jazz group was set up and playing out on the sidewalk. Some tables, some chairs, maybe twenty people sitting and listening. Sax, electric piano, trumpet, bass and drums. I don't know the name of the guy on sax, thin, older man, older than I am. Younger musicians playing with him.

Two men in their forties obviously into jazz talking with the sax guy between sets about some of his older records, some of them made in the 50's. A woman, again, not young, but younger than I am was dressed in a belly dancer costume. Liked the face. Not happy, maybe not unhappy, introspective. Maybe I got it on film, maybe I didn't. Have no idea what any of it was about, this playing out on the sidewalk for fun and no money, but I shot some pictures sitting at a table drinking coffee. Sunday afternoon, in Oakland.