Without One
Saturday. Today has been a day where I've been “really” tired, as opposed to really tired, and I skipped going to the usual place for breakfast and tried one of those Annie Chung organic prepare it in a minute microwave Kung Pao Noodle Bowls around noon to see if that would do for the morning meal. Then I took another nap. I'm not sure if this is taking itself to a new level or if it's doing something more ambitious, but the expended energy high for the day was to drive down later in the afternoon and pick up a tuna fish sandwich. No complaints, by the way, I like tuna fish sandwiches. When I was a kid my mother used to make them when I was sick and stayed home from school and I attributed curative powers to them. I didn't have one today thinking it would make my tired feeling go away (what with the mercury and all), but driving down the block was all I had in me and, as I said, I really do like tuna fish.
It is Saturday and my Japanese soaps will be running this evening, although some of the new programs are so bad I'm not able to watch them. Why this interest? The weekly Chinese soaps I watch during the week have fizzled out and even Ms. V, who would often put me straight on what was happening, has given up on them too. Which is fine, I'll check them every now and then, more interesting ones will turn up if I don't find myself sleeping twenty-four hours a day and give up watching anything altogether.
The formatting of this page dictates the shape of the photograph, four hundred and ten pixels across the top and up to 600 or so in height. I like it better in one of the three croppings I've posted here. Maybe I like them all together. I'm looking like a serious photographer reflected next to a beware of HIV sign, don't you think? Dedicated? Not prone to pooping out during a shoot?
There was an anti-war demonstration in front of San Francisco City Hall this morning, however, something I was thinking of photographing and support with my presence. Because you're photographing something doesn't mean you endorse it, although you're obviously thinking the images may turn out well, but any anti-war movement at the moment is OK by me. I go off every now and then about the Bush administration and I do it because they're scary, really scary, in a way I haven't experienced before. And my nation doesn't really seem to care.
Part of the scary bit, this nation that, if it does care, doesn't seem to do anything about it. The Republican candidates are all running around shouting they'd drop more bombs than anyone else if they won the nomination (so vote for me) and the Democrats have become Republican lights. Everybody wants to give the administration a pass (along with the telecoms) on breaking the laws spelled out in FISA, for example. Well, OK. That's a little esoteric perhaps for people who slept through school, but it gets an old ACLUer like me excited. But I'll stop here. Time for another nap. Maybe I can sleep through whatever's coming when the shit begins to fall.
Watch your language.
I think it's called a “potty mouth”. You can't write about politics anymore without one.
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