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September 24, 2009

Far As Say
Thursday. Overcast, breakfast at about an hour later than usual spent with a waffle, coffee and the papers, home now just after nine. The lungs have gone through their morning cycle, the Flonase inhaler first thing in the morning, the nose going wet and then dry, plenty of sleep last night without any coughing and I'm feeling, well, somewhat more adventuresome than I have in the past. Hard not to be more adventuresome with the little I've done this summer, but what the hell, you live, you learn, life stumbles on. Count your blessings.

Later. Another walk around the downtown between eleven and one this time, a stop by the Paramount theater to buy a ticket to the Noam Chomsky speech Saturday night. I've been thinking I need to get out more. I've never seen Chomsky in person and the Paramount theater is within walking distance, so why not? Maybe the fifty bucks for a ticket, but again, how often do I do anything like this? Same with Dylan performing at the Greek theater in Berkeley. Why not?

A better walk today than yesterday in that I walked farther (all the way back to the apartment this time), ran into a couple of people heading for lunch at the office and joined them, picked up next month's bus ticket and just generally felt better about it. So good. The sun is out, the overcast of the morning long gone, the air reasonably crisp for the sun the way it is, maybe because fall has now arrived. Something like that.

And, of course, I took a couple of pictures, “of course” maybe not so obvious. Seeing a little differently, maybe, feeling better about where things might be going. The particular power company up top: nice graphics, nice painted smoke stack. I wonder what it puts out into the air? Shouldn't be surprising, wondering about that, someone who's just spent fifty bucks to hear Noam Chomsky talk. At the age of eighty something. How old am I? Eighty and he's holding forth on the lecture circuit and I'm, what?


As I said, a good day, the energy level up, some thought about going somewhere next week. Perhaps a journey into the rugged north, as far as say, Napa.

The photograph was taken today walking along Telegraph with a Nikon D2Xs mounted with a 17 - 55mm f 2.8 Nikkor DX lens at f 4.5 at 1/1000th second, ISO 100.