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Graffiti sticker on a sidewalk newsbox on Grand Avenue in Oakland.

Under here.

December 20, 2008

Silly Me
Saturday. We are paddling in place, back as we are now from breakfast, the Chronicle read, Ms. Emmy fed, the sky clear with the sun coming up. Cold, of course, cold for the end of the rainbow (EOTR), anyway, we won't take it any further.

Shit, I just checked EOTR for its domain name availability and .com as well as the recognizable others were taken. I say the rather indelicate “shit” not for the fact it was unavailable, but for the fact I might have registered it had it been. Maybe that aids an economic recovery, spending money on a domain name license, maybe not, but it does mean there's got to be some screws loose inside the head here somewhere. I'm thinking. Here at the EOTR.

A run downtown on the bus to go by the pharmacy, a ride back to the bank passing the Women in Black on the way, they standing on one corner under the theater marquee and the folks who are picketing, what I assume is their particular stance on the mess in Gaza, standing on the corner opposite them next to the market. Hard to get very granular on a picket sign, set out the particulars of their controversy. No way I'm volunteering to get involved beyond taking a picture.

Nothing accomplished today, some vacuuming and a cat food run that needs to get done tomorrow to prepare for heading out up the coast to Portland. They say it's snowing like crazy in Washington, eastern Washington as it happens, so it's up the coast at sea level rather than up highway 5 and over the mountains. It will get me out of the house, it will get the blood pumping, it may result in a picture or two. Otherwise I'd vegetate here in the apartment, no doubt, talk about taking walks without taking walks, talk about drinking sake with or without drinking sake entry after entry after entry.

You're writing seems more and more “dingy” lately.

I'm feeling more and more “dingy” lately. The head is still screwed up, my thought about it is that it's “insulating” me somewhat disconcertingly from the outside world, something I wasn't really expecting for another number of years. In fact I wasn't expecting it at all, as I've always assumed something would drill me dead one of these days right out of the blue. Nothing special, just one of the usual suspects arriving well before the brain melts or the knees give out. Silly me.

The photograph was taken of a graffiti sticker on a sidewalk news box on Grand Avenue in Oakland with a Nikon D2X mounted with a 18 - 200mm f 3.5 - 5.6 Nikkor VR lens at 1/60th second, f 5.3, ISO 100.