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Sistahs Steppin' in Pride, Oakland

August 30th, 2006

Downloaded It Then?
Wednesday. I did the half bottle thing last night and woke up this morning feeling much better than I have in some time. The result of the sake? Could be. A good day, for all that, although I'm only good for about five hours at the office before the wind up thing inside my head loses its tension. Not so bad when I get home, though. Sounds like something I share with my work mates.

I'm seeing signs the summer is ending. Around here (in Bay Area California: the end, after all, of the rainbow) we normally have a relatively cool summer, but it heats up like you wouldn't believe in the Spring and the Fall. So the one or two other journals that have been commenting about summer's end are at the bleeding edge, we're not going to be cooling down here for another month or two. Or am I projecting? Hoping? Sitting here trying to grab something to talk about, already well into the rest of that bottle? All of the above, all of the below. It is August turning into September. What has ever been said of interest about August turning into September that you can remember?

“Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh so mellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain so yellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a young and a callow fellow
Try to remember and if you remember
Then follow--follow, follow-follow”

Well, yes, I walked into that. Reminds me of an evening in the sixties when MSS and I rushed around the University district in Seattle looking for that particular record. What I should have done, the window on this particular opportunity obvious to any but the blind, was properly court MSS that evening and have the conversation about art and life and what might be possible for us in a continuing relationship. We were young, we were less jaded, we might have come up with something. I could have done worse than marry MSS. MSS could have done better than to marry the mid-sixties me, although I had, at the time, many of the superficial characteristics you might look for in a suitable suitor.

It occurs to me someone reading this may not know the lyrics are from The Fantasticks. I suspect I have a copy of the album on the record rack, but I also have a half bottle of sake (heated in a microwave oven) inside so I think I'll download it from Apple. I wonder if life would have been different if MSS and I could have downloaded it back then? Nah. All things happen as they should have happened, there's no way around that except in songs and fairy tales.

The photograph was taken at the Sistahs Steppin' in Pride parade in Oakland with a Nikon D2x mounted with a 70-200mm 2.8 VR Nikkor lens at 1/500th, f 2.8, ISO 100.