In The Aisle
Saturday. It cooled off somewhat last night and, of course, I left the windows open (which seems to have helped) and at a minimum it allowed for a decent night's sleep. They're saying we're due for more of the same, the heat easing off tomorrow when the highs will reach the low eighties. So I'm thinking of flaking out on the Asian Heritage Street Celebration later this afternoon in San Francisco. The BART ride is easy, the connecting bus somewhat cumbersome yet not altogether terrible, but it will be crowded and who needs hot and crowded when lugging cameras? But then this may be an idea of the moment having just returned from breakfast, sitting here now at eight in the morning writing nonsense.
I watched the first two-thirds or so of American Gangster last night. Two-thirds because I had the feeling I was watching a pale made by committee imitation of The Wire. I don't recommend it.
And it's early in the morning. Let's give it time and see how it chooses to play itself out.
Later. I talked myself into going over to San Francisco and shooting pictures at the Asian Heritage Street Celebration. Not very many pictures, one or two I like, but I did the deed and didn't die (me oh my). So I'm pleased. There was a reasonably cool breeze in both Japantown and the downtown which added to the getting back in one piece. The 38 Geary bus was crowded, but I took advantage for the first time of the San Francisco fifty-cent senior fare and found a seat going and coming in the old folks section at the front looking up at the youngsters packed in the aisle.