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San Francisco 2007 Cherry Blossom Festival Parade.

Under here.

September 22, 2008

Day of Autumn
Monday. So yesterday they had my sake in the small bottles on sale so, of course, I bought a number of them, what with saving so much money and all, and I (of course) drank all of them last night instead of a sensible two or three. Deedle-dee-dee. Now I'm feeling just fine, thank you: no headaches or the like, no funky feelings during breakfast as I read the papers, feeling just fine just now as I write, but that's the last time for some time I hope. Nothing too horrible about my transgression, but I could have skipped the sake altogether without upset, so lets just chalk it up to foolish behavior and get on with it.

Indeed.

The bail out crisis seems to be jumping through hoops. The entire financial community is boiling like piranha dumped into blood. The idea of dumping a trillion dollars into the markets, just dumping it, has turned all of them psychotic with greed and desire, frantically searching for ways to cash in for as much of it as they can possibly get. I'm amazed at the sight, but not surprised. A trillion here, a trillion there: pretty soon you're starting to talk about real money. What animal is it again - the Hyena? - that will eat itself when wounded?

Bitch, bitch, bitch.

It's like watching a movie of yourself getting raped. Jesus, what are they doing to this guy? Jesus, he looks familiar.... But you know all this, you're watching it - we're all watching it - like it was the Super Bowl only without ribs and potato salad.

Later. I've been unable to sign into my Bank of America account now for over an hour. The main site comes up slowly, but the sign-in page gives a “no page found” error both from the main BofA page and from my saved links. Well, we were talking about financial institutions just now, were we not? Undoubtedly hackers are at work. Hackers are always at work, the bastards, here on this first day of Fall. That's what we always told our management when one of our errors brought the company web site down.

Since I seem to be into mayhem today I noticed a story on a local news site saying a customs agent had been held up at gun point at six this morning on the corner of 9th Street and Franklin, the customs agent not in the mood to give up her purse going for her own gun and evidently wounding the would be robber before he escaped. Now I've carried a camera around and about and along that corner more times than I can remember as it's located near my old office building at the edge of Chinatown. I bought my first sake set from a store at that corner. I don't know how many people you'll find on the street at six in the morning at 9th and Franklin, but someone who'd pull a gun to steal a purse would pull a gun to steal a camera from an old (unarmed) foof like me without a second thought. Just a matter of luck. And timing.

You are gloomy.

Actually not, although that last one is telling me to get my camera insurance renewal together, something I've put off until the last minute. Like everything else I've put off for these last many months. Plenty of time to get to whatever it is tomorrow when you're retired, but even on retirement time tomorrow eventually comes. Otherwise the mood is good, sake or not, the sinuses are pulsing and the upper molars are keeping time, but nothing to get in the way of a decent day I would think. I have photographs I've framed, but haven't put up now for some six months. I came very close to putting them up yesterday and the day before that (perhaps generating an unconscious need for those naps) but I have a feeling I may get even closer today. Progress, my friends. No, really. Nothing wrong on this first day of Autumn.


 
The photograph was taken at San Francisco 2007 Cherry Blossom Festival Parade with a Nikon D2Xs mounted with an 70 - 200mm f 2.8 Nikkor VR lens at 1/320th second, f 2.8, ISO 100.

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