Sipping coffee, cat on lap. Sunday morning. Pacific Standard Time now in effect. A lot of things set themselves these days. But I had to manually set my old Kindle and my Paperwhite. I’m assuming the Fire will set itself. And I set my bedside clock and the stove. We stopped the pendulum on the old German wall clock. It says 7:37 right now. We’ll restart the swinging in an hour. Still need to climb up on a chair and set the kitchen clock.
Podcast alert! There are three new ones up at radionot.wordpress.com.
In other news, things are good. Right now I’m typing and having my coffee, bracketed by two cats. Simultaneous cat bellies!
Testing 1, 2, 3.
I just got a bunch of fleas off of Fleur. My method is to fill a glass of water about 3/4 full and squirt in some liquid dish detergent. That radically decreases the surface tension so that when I catch a flea on the flea comb, I can toss it into the water and it will sink pretty quickly. Mrs. Random’s method is to crack them with her thumbnail. Whatever gets the nasty job done.
It’s been rather warm of late. Lots of salads and outdoor dining. Tonight I’m making Tuna, White Bean, and Roasted Pepper Salad with Cream Dijon Dressing. It’s a hot weather favorite here.
We went to a Eugene Emeralds game last night—Mrs. R’s work party. The food was sub par, as expected, but being there was pretty fun. The Ems had their offense working. We did learn something that was totally worth enduring the lackluster dinner. We ran into an old neighbor of ours from the distant past, and he informed us that his son had just been drafted by the Seattle Mariners! He’s in rookie league and should get his first at bats within a week or so. That’s pretty exciting!
I got a new camera for my birthday, back in early May. It’s a Canon PowerShot S120, the best digital camera I’ve ever owned. High-end compact point-and-shoot with a range of control options from full manual to full auto, and settings in between. I’ve shot a few photos since then … like over 8000. It’s a bit obsessive. Just reading Susan Sontag’s On Photography this weekend, and she writes (among many other observations) that photography seems to attract compulsion, addiction, and an attitude of being above the fray, outside reality. The “photographic look” is an alienating, colonizing look. The world becomes an infinite set of photographs to be “taken.” Photography equalizes everything. Nothing is more important than anything else. Photography is perfect for modern society, where images are primary. I’m taking all of that under advisement.
A couple days ago I re-purposed an old blog that’s lain dormant for 7 years and made it into Mr. Random’s Photo Blog.
I’m off alcohol (again). I got to the point where it felt like poison in my body. I was feeling icky and bloated much of the time. Now: no desire to imbibe. What is great is that Mrs. Random has been making “drinking vinegars” which, added (1 tsp or so) to ice and sparkling water, make wonderful drinks in the PM.
This morning, within the hour, I’m planning to walk to work. Likely with my camera out and ready to take pieces of reality and store them away. Whatever the “negatives” of photography, I do really enjoy the process of taking pictures and looking at them later, years later especially. It can be melancholy business, looking back at earlier images of our life, but it’s also intensely interesting and helps remind me of little things I’d totally forgotten.