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December 17, 2009

A Little Scattered
Thursday. Clear skies, up (again) at six as I'd gone to bed early last night at ten, quite tired, the day ahead now that it's after breakfast. Dinner this evening in the city with the usual crew, an annual kind of Christmas dinner we've been having now for the last few years. I think. This is not the first, but I'm not sure we've always called it an annual affair. Still, traditions are good. New ones, old ones. That's what they say in all those holiday season movies, anyway. Must be true.

Back from Big O Tires. I have no idea if I got a reasonable price or not, but I'm happy I have a new set of something called Yokohama Geolander HTS tires on my car, balanced and aligned, but filled with air as I skipped out on inflating them with Nitrogen. (No, I'd never heard of it either, but I did look it up after the fact and figure that I and my Element can survive OK without it.) Oh, and a full tank of gas purchased across from my breakfast place earlier this morning. Automobile day, this Thursday, in other words. Still, free now from any car worries of a predictable kind for another two months. This is good. The elimination of a source of minor stress. Less is better, least is best.

Later. A bus down to, well, where else? Downtown. Pick up some fish oil capsules and a couple of prescriptions at the pharmacy, take a picture I've taken before of a building I like, drop by the art gallery in that very building and re-take a couple of pictures just for the hell of it, a cup of coffee (and three of the small chocolate muffins) at the Madrid Café across from Sears and back at the apartment now, the temperature high enough to be sitting here comfortably in a t-shirt with the balcony door open because otherwise it's too warm. Go figure. Rain, cold and now too warm. Winter here in Northern California. On the coast. Toast on the coast. But again I digress.

Later still. A walk down to the bank to hit the ATM for dinner later this evening, another photograph of the Menorah across from the Grand Lake theater. It's nice to see they've been repairing the damaged light sockets and replacing the stolen bulbs rather than giving up on it and the season. Good for them. A walk back taking another picture of that tree. Actually, it's not really “that” tree as there are two of them, one right next to the other, but I'm lazy in both my technique and keeping them clearly separated. Habit? Sloth? We'll see. Maybe look at them in six months and figure out exactly what I was seeing. Then again, more likely I'll let them lie and find another set of something to obsess about. The I. Maginin building comes to mind. We have no editors here and no subscriptions to sell, no critics to watch or advertisers to placate.

That makes no sense whatsoever.

No it doesn't, but the afternoon is progressing and I'm ready for dinner later in the city. Hungry and a little scattered, I think, here in Oakland.

The photograph was taken of the church at Grand Avenue and Harrison Street in Oakland with a Nikon D3 mounted with an 85mm f 1.4 Nikkor D lens at f 5.6 at 1/800th second, ISO 200.