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March 19, 2011

Their Own Rules

Saturday. For whatever reason last night I had a small heat it up in a microwave frozen pizza from the local 7-11 look alike and three shots of Jack Daniels (along with an ice cream cone) for dinner. The pizza was quite small so, however horrible it may have been, it went down quickly and was gone, the three shots of whiskey consumed over a period of two or so hours, so I was pretty much clear headed by the time I turned in at ten. No double vision, no foggy headed this or that, a reasonably good (albeit rainy) day.

Up this morning at six with the alarm, the sleep a bit fragmented as I tended to awake to roll over and find a more comfortable position more times than I'd like. Is it because I'm a whole lot thinner now and the bones press uncomfortably against the skin and the bed and it's now too uncomfortable to stay in the same position for more than a short time or is it because this is a result of getting old(er)? A bit of both? I feel pretty good as I write, home now at eight after breakfast at the usual place.

Rain and lightening last night, overcast as I write. It wasn't raining when I awoke, but it looks like more rain today later with another big storm arriving tomorrow. I talked with Mr. E yesterday, we were planning to drive three hours east to the town of Murphys for their Irish Day festival and to hear Mr. S's band play (on an outdoor stage) but I suspect with the current weather we'll decide to do it another day. We went last year, interesting trip, but I don't want to drive in all this rain or, maybe at Murphys elevation, snow.

There's also a combination anti-war, pro-union demonstration later today in San Francisco that I'd like to photograph, but again, the clouds look evil and what I'm willing to do out there for a good cause evidently doesn't include doing it in the middle of a storm. We protest, but evidently only under a warm and visible sun.

Later. Raining. Indeed it is. A walk down to my breakfast place during a short break to sit outside (under their awning) and have a cup of coffee before walking back without taking a single picture. Well. I did end up doing a two hour session on the computer going through photographs I'd taken at the 2007 Gay Pride Parade for some reason, finding maybe twenty I'd skipped over when I went through them the first time. I'll let them sit, see if they still look good to me after thinking about them for a while, post a couple on artandlife maybe, post the others here through the end of this month.

I did the necessary searching on the web, came up with a car insurance company and signed up for a six month policy just now, so I'm still covered. The cost turned out to be reasonable, I have friends who pay more, but I'm kicking myself for the parking accident and those two speeding tickets I managed to find while driving up to Portland in the last two years. Wham, bam, thank you GEICO. Still, my fault, no blame for anyone than myself. We'll not be getting any more speeding tickets though. We're going to watch that one, double vision and all.

Later still. So we seem to be bombing Libya in an effort to unseat Gaddafi. I hope to hell these people know what they're doing. I can quote very little Shakespeare, but I can still remember: "Cry 'Havoc', and let slip the dogs of war, that this foul deed shall smell above the earth with carrion men, groaning for burial." It always sounds so simple, a clean strike to help those good folks you'd like to help. It's sold that way, anyway. Lots of people in the area needing help we're not mentioning at the moment, as their oil owning autocrats are our oil owning autocrats, who only dance when our band plays a tune.

We'll see. Let's hope. I still remember the phrase used to describe Enron, so mysteriously successful because it was run by "the smartest guys in the room". Let's hope the "guys" in our room understand the dogs they've set loose play by their own rules.

The photograph was taken at the San Francisco 2007 Gay Pride Parade with a Nikon D2X mounted with a 70 - 200mm f 2.8 Nikkor VR lens.