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Oakland 2006 Art & Soul Festival.

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October 23, 2008

For The Month
Thursday. Well, I hobbled to the car, parked the car in front of my morning café, hobbled in to my usual table, had breakfast and read the papers. I think the “hobbling” was less hobbled than yesterday, showing it's getting better, healing, coming back around, but it's going to take more than a few days to do so. Such is life, no complaints, add a little spice to an otherwise bland existence.

Pain? Spice?

No. Spice in life has nothing to do with pain unless perhaps it's delivered by a naked woman wearing a Lone Ranger mask in high heels flicking a whip at your ankles. At least that's what I've been told, not that I'd like to learn by doing, you understand, what with the delicate condition of my hobbled toes at the moment. Best to just pass. Except, given the chance, to take a few photographs, of course; strictly for learning purposes, of course; to understand the wider world better, of course.

Of course.

Basically, I guess, I'm here in the apartment until things lighten up. Things I can do around here, as long as it doesn't require standing. Plenty of things you can do sitting in a chair. The camera insurance, for example.

You haven't done the damned camera insurance yet?

I sent them a monthly check rather than paying for the entire year thinking I'd use the time to revise the list of equipment and lower the liability portion they were charging so much for. I just now sent them a second monthly check, not having done anything to correct the problem. Today would be a good day to actually do this, except I said that last month. I'm a battery that needs a charge, a bolt of lightening through an open window might work. Gumption. Spine. These are things you usually need to teach your teenager, not your old duff.

Ah (to change the subject), the votive candles have arrived. An artifact from my old long haired hippie freak days, a fondness for votive candles sitting about the living room burning in clever little votive candle holders. I don't light them all that often, don't smoke anything anymore when they're burning, but when I do I've probably got twenty or so going at a time and they don't last all that long, so I buy them by the gross. Two gross just arrived after ordering them from Candles4Less, so this evening I'm replenishing the votive candle holders in the living room. Sloth does not extend to everything in my life, I've only been out of candles for say the last five months. Maybe you don't have to teach an old duff everything, just the hard parts, the parts most people learn early on in order to survive and get along with the world.

You're hopeless.

Later. OK, the candles are fixed. That's enough for the month.

The photograph was taken at the Oakland 2006 Art & Soul Festival with a Nikon D2X mounted with a 70 - 200mm f 2.8 Nikkor VR lens at 1/250th second, f 2.8, ISO 100.