The Seattle Night Out block party was fun. As last year, I got out the grill. Unlike last year, it wasn't so hot that the chicken caught fire. Whew! Also as last year, Jane got out her bubble supplies, which was entertaining to the proper age demographic. We close off the street, wear nametags, and talk with our neighbors. It's pretty fun, actually. For some reason, I think all the other men on the street are named "Bill" but I know that can't be the case.Wednesday
I went to the Frye and took pictures of people and/or their pets. This was a lot of fun, I enjoyed meeting all the cats and the one dog. I got a little sick, alas, and it took hours to sink in, which meant I was still sick Thursday, and had to call and reschedule my second session. Sigh.
Wednesday night, Jane and I helped Ron some more. Jane did a little cleaning, Ron and I took a load of stuff over to a friend of his, and Jane and I took back a load of furniture that would have otherwise been abandoned. (Ron: Luke, do you want this item
? Luke: Ask Jane. Ron: Jane, do you want this item
? Jane: Yes.) One of the said items is a leather armchair, sitting next to me in my office. With a little rearrangement, I'll have a comfy reading chair. I usually read lieing down (on couch or bed) so it'll be an experiment to see if I use it or turn it into a horizontal surface dump. Hah!Thursday
I was still allergenic/asthmatic so I didn't go to the Frye. I spent the day continuing with my huge disk clean up. Sunday I'd made the backup that was proprietary, which I didn't want. I decided to accept that anyway; the company is big enough that there will be converters for its software down the road. ("I am the very model of a proprietary backup.")
You know, that's the kind of nonsequitur that causes juliebata
to say I need a new brain, because the one I have is melting from the heat.
I spent most of Thursday (and spare time of Tuesday and Wednesday, for that matter) making copies of my photo directory by subject. Real Change: ten discs (so far); neon: four discs (so far); insect safari: three discs; SACBO/SOLSTICE: six discs. These are straight manual copies.
I got the D70 in November, and haven't deleted a single picture I've taken with it, wanting to have a complete record of my progress. The back up was complete, but I don't think I'll make disc sets for every directory on my hard drive. A lot of the casual snapshots of Peaty, Sumac, Butter, Dave, and Skippy I'll give to Jane. The pollinator, rosebud, and cherry tree pictures I don't think I'll save, although I hope I try them again next spring. I deleted the Art 114 (photography) pictures. I deleted some Wiscon pictures.
There's lots of walkabout or flaneur
directories. I love that word, flaneur
. Henri Cartier-Bresson and Garry Winogrand were flaneur
photographers. I like it though because I always think "poseur
is to pose
is to flan
"; like a flaneur
is a dessert chef with more style than substance.
Now, if *I* were to ask for a new brain, it would have no ceiling for mathematics, analytic philosophy, or logic; read faster and comprehend better; and last but not least, be sillier.
Also, carry a thought for more than half a paragraph, that would be cool.
Last night we had Karrie D. over for dinner, the first time in years, and then sat on the porch talking for a couple hours. She and Jane shared hot flash/perimenopause stories.
Today: NOTHING. Well, rearrange and tidy my office to get the chair in place; call storage places to get locker prices for Julie; laundry; that kind of thing. But as far as going out, socializing, even answering the phone: Nuh uh. This means something will come up. Hah!
How come nobody writes deal with the Christ (as opposed to deal with the devil) stories?