Tonight FunkyPlaid and I were treated to an amazing sushi dinner at Ozumo by my in-laws. Most of what we consumed was gone before I could photograph it, so here is a snap of a sake cup.
I don’t know much about sake except that I enjoy drinking it. My favorite from this evening was Shichi Hon Yari Junmai (“The Seven Spearsmen”).
Writing from: a quiet room in Marin. Listening to: clothes in the tumble-dryer.
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It feels good to be near Gamescape North again. There are game shops in Edinburgh but I never found one that I fit into as well as I fit into this one. My first mention of Gamescape North here was in 2000 (“yesterday”) but I know from offline journal entries that I was first there in late 1999. Sixteen years! Now that’s history.
Writing from: just down the road from the best game store. Listening to: Zen’s satisfied purrs.
It has been unseasonably warm in California. Today it was 70°F and I opted to eat my breakfast outside because what kind of jerk wastes weather like this? I felt like I was on vacation, with my yogurt and my banana and my copy of “The Devil in the White City”. But don’t worry: I suffer from a perennial inability to stay in the present moment, so I immediately felt guilty for feeling so good.
What you see in the foreground is my father-in-law’s massive DIY project that involves French drains and wheelbarrows full of rocks and other things I don’t understand but appreciate aesthetically. Occasionally a gopher will pop up out of one of the holes in the yard but they have been too fast for me to photograph.
Writing from: sunny, confused California. Listening to: my external drive backing up my computer for the first time in a while, whoops.
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As we were driving to see some friends this evening, thinking about today’s photo made me a little irritated. You see, we were on our way to see not only adorable friends but their adorable child, and I am always concerned about posting pictures of kids online. So I knew today’s photo could not be the inevitably awesome photo I would take of this small human I am fond of, and then I felt guilty about the whole line of thinking. Sure, it’s a fun project, this photo-a-day thing, but it does objectify objects and humans in my life. Although I’m pretty sure objects do not object to being objectified, I avoid objectifying humans.
(Cats are fair game. Sorry not sorry, cats.)
I could go on and discuss objectification in photography and wow that would be so exciting for us all but I need sleep. So today’s photo is of a ceiling lamp that reminded me of an ominous eyeball. Turning the eye back on the beholder and all that. And the lamp transforms when you pull on one of the two cords, so you can have a little light or a lot. In the “shut” phase it kinda looks like the Death Star. There is nothing I do not love about this lamp. I loved it so much I lay on the floor to take a photo of it from below.
And then I started thinking about how much I love “The Prisoner” (the original series, not the remake) and why I didn’t go to Portmeirion while I was vaguely in proximity. Beholder … eye … be seeing you … I suppose that was the train of thought, but let’s not kid ourselves. I was probably randomly thinking about “The Prisoner” because that’s what I do. Have you seen it?
Writing from: a mostly-dark room in Marin. Listening to: “One Note” by Alberto Giurioli.
When I look up from my laptop, my view is of smiling Jack sunning himself in the courtyard. Zen occasionally ventures out into the courtyard but cannot resist the all-you-can-eat salad buffet of ornamental plants, so she is shuffled back in, all the while moaning her discontent.
Tough to be dispirited while there are cute cats all around me.
Writing from: a sleepy room in Marin. Listening to: “To the Stars” by Alma.