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July 24, 2009

Tinker With
Friday. The run for cat food was done after breakfast and the laundry is almost finished. I seem to be getting serious here, maybe there's a chance for a Portland run tomorrow, early. All this time, fuss and delay and suddenly, without apparent effort, everything comes together, everything is tied up, taped and shipped, the delivery truck getting ready to disappear into the distance. With our camera gear, clean socks and sinus-head atwitter. (Maybe the language has changed now and we are not “atwitter” anymore, but all “a tweet” in less than, but not more than, one hundred and forty characters.)

We still have the cameras, strobes and tripods to pack, but they are few and easy. The product of a no energy other than psychic energy and about an hour. It's that psychic energy that gets you. Physical energy goes at some point, particularly if you're careless, but psychic energy is more difficult, coming, as it does, from somewhere else.

Somewhere else?

Somewhere other than Oakland.

But I digress, as I often digress.

Later. After futile attempts to follow up on a promised t-Mobile credit I walked into a t-Mobile store near my bank and they took care of the problem. I came close to moving my (all of twenty pitiful dollars a month) account to another vendor. In a snit! Gotta watch those snits, they're becoming more familiar as I get older. Still, a walk down and around the way, two scoops of ice cream at the local Bud's (taken aback at the prices every time I enter), another look at the construction site between Grand and Lakeshore, back home now at one. In the afternoon. On a Friday. In Oakland.

The laundry is done, folded and placed in and on the proper drawers and hangers. Emmy's litter box needs cleaning, I picked up a fresh tub of litter along with her cat food this morning and the cameras need packing. Pretty soon. Actually, honestly, all that really needs to be done is to get the apartment in decent enough shape so I don't feel guilty about my apartment manager coming in seeing my (lack of) housekeeping skills. Isn't that a cliché? You don't hire a maid because your place is too (untidy, dirty, a wreck) and you'd have to (tidy, clean, straighten) it up before you'd hire a maid service? Probably a middle class hang up. An upside to losing the American middle class, maybe: no more middle class hang ups.

Let's not be bitter.

We are not being bitter, we are being lazy and not willing to put in the energy needed to write and edit this nonsense.

Later still. It's taken more than an hour to pack the camera gear because, well, I'm packing way too much. Why so many lenses? Why five strobe lights and stands? We're talking three days in Portland here, two days up, two days back. Two nights in motels where I have to lug all this stuff inside (or see it evaporate), why not just take a couple of cameras, an extra battery or two and a strobe light? Well, because that's not the way it's going, this last week in July. An opportunity to see if I've actually got the carrying cases required and a plan for where everything should go (ho! ho!) when the need may arise again.

Ho, ho?

I'm not really that anal. I'm dubious about whether any of this makes sense, but I'm packing none the less. I'm having enough trouble getting out of here as it is, let's not argue over details. I've got a head of steam up, do not tinker with the process.

The photograph was taken at the San Francisco 2009 Gay Pride Parade with a Nikon D3 mounted with a 70 - 200mm f2.8 Nikkor VR lens at 1/400 second, f 2.8, ISO 200.