About The Job
Another night without incident. I'm beginning to see how this works. The set of muscles that controls the plumbing is such that sleeping on your back or side seems to lock them in place. They really don't have to do all that much work in those positions. Sleeping on my stomach, something I've never been able to do, would be another matter. Otherwise, this morning, walking down to the local 7 - 11 look alike to pick up a nutritious lemon tart and cup of coffee, I obviously dribbled. How embarrassing. Your dick is supposed to be your friend. Still, the muscle group is working. Sitting, for example, seems pretty risk free, it's just the walking and standing. This will improve. The set of instructions says "DO NOT BE DISCOURAGED". OK. It's Friday, the 6th of December with a weekend coming. Even here with no need to go into the office, this is good, this is a plus, no reason to be discouraged. Here in Oakland.
I see the Nikon repair facility has finally shipped my F3 and it's due to arrive now next week. They replaced the metering unit and did a complete cleaning. I like the F3. It's small, not nearly as large as the F5 and, although it makes more noise and is less clever, it's useful in situations where the light doesn't vary much such as restaurants and bars. The f 1.2 50mm manual lens lets in a lot of light and I like the narrow zone of focus when it's wide open. You nail a person's eye and leave the nose a blur. Makes for interesting pictures. I do have to talk to myself now and again to argue against buying the 85mm f 1.4 manual lens during moments of weakness. Or a second body. Or the - dear god, what are you saying? - 105mm f 1.8. Consumer stuff. The old make an acquisition because you've still got a job and it's easier to spend money than it is to go out and make photographs routine.
Speaking of which (the job), things are happening at work. They say between now and January 3rd. They have said many things, most of whom have come true, but on their own schedule, so I'm not making any predictions. My assumption is I will have a job when I return on December 30th, but by the skin of my teeth.
Does it sound like I'm recovering? Talking about not buying a (fill in the blank)? Complaining about employment? Wasn't there something not so long ago about studio lights? Portraits? Carping in this new found state of jockey short humidity: cranky, ill mannered, tired; ready for bed, ready for, well, adventure?