Ado About Nothing

Everything went askew today.  I got to work late, worked as late as I could, then went to the gym.  But the parking lot was full, and ten or fifteen cars were circling about, so I pulled into the street and went away.  I hate the yuppie YMCA where I work out.  I hate everything there and don't really know why I still go.  Yes I do.  I am still on the "family plan" with my ex-girlfriend and her son.  But I must give it up.  I will kill some smug somebody sooner or later.  Jesus Christ, I really will.

I went to the photo store to pick up a roll of film I left off, and while I was there, I checked to see if the new camera I ordered was in.  It was.  A new Canon Mark III.  I've gotten some lenses, too.  And the film was good and it was still early enough, so I drove back to the gym.

This time, I got a parking space.  Still, the gym was full at seven o'clock.  WTF?  But my workout was a simple one as I have not worked out in the gym in a very long while.  And then, workout finished, I went to the other place I am beginning to hate whole-heartedly, Whole Foods.  It is trendy, yuppie, expensive, and wrong.  Good food should not cost more than the synthetic Frankenfood, but it does.  There is the market for you.  And after bumping into people for the appropriate amount of time, I was out the door and to the liquor store.  They are always nice there.  All of them.  No matter where I go.  They are always happy to see me.  Whole Foods bad, liquor store good.

Home by eight-thirty, I showered.  Eating by a quarter to nine.  Wrong.  All wrong.  While I ate, I watched t.v.  "Hemingway and Gelhorn" was on, so I watched it again.  It was the same the second time, good for me but not for art.  And shit, Nic Kidman knocked me out all over again, too.  Her face and expressions made me fall in love once more.  Not with her, but with Prodigal Girl the way she was when we were together.  It is awful the way that feels.  But it does and there is that and it is done (in my best Bad Hemingway manner).  Yes, tonight I was in love.

And Radio Selavy?  It will happen.  I'm not certain of the form yet.  Still working that out.  But I talked to an audio engineer today, and he will set me up with some of what I need.  And maybe I won't do it alone. I've thought about asking Q and C.C. to contribute, too.  They are both quirky and would be good, I think.  But I don't know yet.  We shall see.

I am taking on no new models at present.  I am done.  I have just gotten, though, a new Sony field recorder and I am thinking of taking that to the streets.  I can photograph with film and orally interview people for WRCS.  It might be fantastic.  Or at least some good, clean fun.  We will know soon.

So that is it from here tonight.  Until then. . . .