Let’s see, after yesterday’s post about the balls of my head, I think I’ll settle for something a little less insane and talk about stuff.
It’s cold here. No, Really. It’s cold. I wear scarves every day. I’m only mentioning this because while living back east I often wondered what the weather was like out west while we were all swimming through salty air.
Answer: It’s cold. But not so cold that things like this can’t grow outside along our street in Noe Valley.
(The above reminds me of fiber optics. Plants like this, they don’t grow on the sidewalk back east. Weird reptile-like vegetation, they is.)
(He says, “Feed me, mihow!” Every time I walk by.)
Let’s see, last night, Toby finally picked up 15 (processed) of the 30 (total) rolls of film he’s shot since our last week in DC. One of the rolls we got back was someone else’s. The old Parenthood switcheroo. And this didn’t bother me at first. Until Toby reminded me about that time I decided to vacuum the apartment in my underpants. And what did he do? He took pictures. The bastard. What if some woman and her parents are currently holding pictures of me vacuuming in my underwear? (No, there was nothing kinky.)
Anyway, some of the shots are spectacular. And I know I might be a biased critic, but some of them are really superb. Amazing, that kid. He takes up a hobby and nearly masters it in no time at all. He’s done this since I’ve known him. I told him last night, I want him to take up knitting next. BECAUSE IT’S SO DAMN COLD HERE!
Speaking of photography, this weekend we’re going to meet up with some other Bay Area photo bloggers at the Reverie Cafe. That should be pretty cool. It will be excellent finally meeting Heather Champ and her husband to be, Derek Powazek. Toby and I are both looking forward to it. (Remember this?) Ahhhh those were the days, the days where I made very little to no sense.
At some point this weekend, we have to finally clean up and arrange our apartment. It’s cluttered and there are still boxes strewn about the place. But here’s a shot of the box-free section.
(Yes, that’s a leg lamp. And mpap! See! That’s our pottery on the table. The important stuff is always unpacked right away.)
Elsewhere: Missy took pictures of Ronald Reagan’s funeral procession in D.C. I remember being there with her when Clinton was impeached. We kicked about downtown for hours watching people argue and protest, yell and call one another names. I imagine that this time it was a much different scene. And I wish I could have been there with her to take witness.
(Did I mention that it’s cold here?)