In San Francisco
Two hours in the Berkeley photo lab late this morning making prints. I am not encouraged by this making of prints, but suspect the darkroom blacks are much blacker than they are off my Epson photo printer. Blacker blacks can be enticing. I go to my first “Photographing People” class in San Francisco Monday night after work. It also requires a lab and I suspect it will require I sign up for “their” lab, which is located in San Francisco, rather than “my” lab, which is located in Berkeley. Which is fine if true. A man with two labs is a man to be reckoned with.
The class instructions say bring your portfolio.
I'm going try to get by pointing them to artandlife, but I guess push has come to shove and I'll have to put one together. I've acquired all this photographic paper, you understand, and enough chemistry to contact print California. What was I thinking other than printing a portfolio?
Or what were you drinking?
I'm too old for stupid jokes about alcohol. Yes, I have my two drinks in the evenings - a big time binge drinker - and I've had the last of the sake tonight, but I've had too many friends who are no longer here anymore for the booze. I made jokes about drinking when I wrote my humor column in college, but I no longer have the defense of age and lack of experience.
You could say that about your prose. And who says you've gained experience in these last four decades? Chris Kringle?
Watch it. I've had a hard day in the darkroom.
We did see Dame Edna last night. Dame Edna was, indeed, Dame Edna. We were way up in the rafters in the $50.00 seats. The Baz Luhrmann La Boheme orchestra seats in this same theater were $100. I recall orchestra seats at the old Metropolitan Opera in New York City were $25 in the mid sixties. Of course $25 in the sixties is $250 today. I was obviously more affluent during the days when my parents were buying the tickets.
Still, an interesting show. I noticed a sign that said they'd extended The Black Rider playing in the theater next door to the Curran through October 18th (Marianne Faithful plays the devil, my people.), which means I could with a mouse click buy myself a ticket. Why not? A veritable new me! From Dame Edna to Marianne Faithful in a single week! Stranger things have happened, though. In San Francisco.