Where'd that come from?

I have no idea. The lady gave me a nice picture. Treat her nice.

Then again I played with self portraits yesterday afternoon, the day overcast and a bit too cool for wandering around. Nothing of note, but it kept me entertained until I headed out for the Greek theater and the Dylan concert. I like the first one in the blue shirt with the lights firing on either side, a self portrait of a photographer. No need to emphasize the lighting is out of whack. Or the eyes that seem so tired. No need because the image works. Sorta.

I skipped out on the Dylan concert. I drove over and arrived an hour and a half early thinking to find parking and maybe get something to eat and found an ocean of people streaming into the theater and no parking I could see within any reasonable distance. It was an experiment. Would I go? Not when there's an ocean of people and no parking evidently. Snow Patrol is coming up Friday at the Fox theater and it's within walking distance. If the Greek theater had been within walking distance of, say, a BART station I'd have gone. Well, I would have arrived, found an ocean of people standing in lines, gotten into line and found my seat. So question answered. Even for Dylan I'm not willing to drive to the end of Berkeley, let alone the end of the world. Snow Patrol is not Dylan, but I have a ticket and I plan to attend. Even after dark. But we'll see soon enough.

Back from breakfast. At the usual place: pancakes, mixed fruit and coffee this time, the sky overcast with showers forecast for later this afternoon. Sounds like a day inside. The write up in the Chronicle this morning described standing room only at the Dylan concert in a kind of yeah it was Dylan, he played the old stuff, he played the new stuff review. No twinges of regret, I'm afraid. I haven't even put Blood on the Tracks on the turntable for a spin (how old does that make me?), but then I rarely do. Still, with rain on the way, couldn't hurt to listen a little.... Maybe.

The Bill Moyers interview with Simon Johnson and Rep. Marcy Kaptur (Wall Street vs. Reform?) on the financial crisis this weekend was probably the best thing I've seen on how it was handled (mishandled), where we are and what's coming. Depressing stuff if it didn't make you so mad. Well, mad. That seems to be the conundrum. I don't see the anger I'd expect. I'm angry and I write about it occasionally, but what have I done really? Anyway, from what they're saying, we'll have another one coming up in another five or ten years, all the changes they're proposing are nothing more than cosmetic. They've done nothing to fix the system and the people who made so much money on this one will make so much money on the next, those who did and didn't lose all will lose it then and again. Or some combination thereof. I know, wonkish, but I think important if you've come out of this with anything exotic like a bank account or a job.

Grouse, grouse, grouse.

At least I hear they're good for dinner, the little dickens.

An addendum. It's now two in the afternoon after a pretty good walk, the sky still overcast but no sign of rain. One or two pictures, nothing special but the head in a good place - disconnected, not looking, but then again looking - the sinus-head thing well under control. Some work on the database backing up images to DVD's and entering them into the catalog, the CD printer working finally, but still putting up a fight. So the day is going well. Here in Oakland.