See How I Feel
Thursday. Alright, I think things are starting to come together. A good night's sleep last night, awakening with various aches and pains from sleeping in one position too long (where's tossing and turning when you need it?), then to breakfast to dawdle over the papers and pull the head together, home now thinking I'm finally no longer in the car on a road.
I wrote something stupid earlier this afternoon about the pressure that must be on Obama in creating and giving his nomination acceptance speech on the anniversary of the Dr. Martin Luther King “I Have A Dream” speech and, although it wasn't altogether bad, it added nothing to the conversation. I listened to the convention, listened to the speeches and the pundits because I'm probably genetically wired to do that and because I like this last administration so little I suspect Obama could have come out in drag smoking crack and I'd still vote for the son of a bitch. Not a bad speech from my standpoint, he seems less afraid to take it to opposition than Gore or Kerry, but insofar as it getting him elected I have no clue.
The Oakland Art & Soul Festival starts Saturday, running through the entire Labor Day weekend. And, if this weren't exciting enough, another opportunity for photographs: Mr. E's band is playing tomorrow night in Pleasanton, an opportunity to get out of the apartment. My second day back from the road and already things are popping.
My friend Ms. S has added some photographs to her web site recently and I rather like the portraits. I've been in a funk over my wedding pictures since Sunday, although I'm not sure they didn't work out perfectly well. I'll do the post production over the weekend, shoot some pictures at Art & Soul, drink sake Saturday night and see how I feel, here in Oakland.