The Diary Project

House Sitting

Every once in a while, I have the urge (call it a need) to commemorate a moment in time. I suppose normal folks (and/or more social folks) might just turn their head and make note of the situation (and/or a particularly pleasing thought) to friends and family, in the normal course of events, as they go through life. But my circle of acquaintance is quite small (and getting smaller all the time). Which means, I turn inwards into myself (rather than outwards towards the media, as others in my situation have been known to do) and create Quasi-Fictional Social Interactions. And these Quasi-Fictional Social Interactions are extracted here for your enjoyment... so maybe, they are not so Quasi-Fictional, after all.

my camera is not very good, and it was hazy, call it Global Hazing, all the way across, the raw images are not very good, it seems I like the posterizing colour palette for whatever reason, it provides some clarity, removing the dull color blocked from haze with something purer and more abstract, this is an aerial shot of waterways, The Delta, I believe

the same style as previous, showing erosion in mountains, I probably should have decided which images to keep after the application of the filter, prior to before

Let Us Begin

Lots of men talking business.

Sounding more impressive than they are.

Would be Kardashian sitting next to me.

The type has been pointed out to me.

So, now I recognize the type.

And she's the type.

I wonder if Kim (are there others) puts her Army of Imitators to good use?

Travel...

And a show.

All with a positive vibe.

Maybe, that's not clear.

They did modern dance on the train, looking for tips.

A for Effort.

That's about it.

No one even looked.

They're sick of it.

I'm making notes of everything I change.

So, I can change it all back.

Even on Airplane Mode, the iPhone already knew about the Time Zone Change. Android did not. Ergo, Airplane Mode on the iPhone is not silent.

Flight In
4:14:52.80

Flight Out
3:45:31.51

For whatever reason, I find satisfaction in recording data points. After all, that's another way of regarding these posts... as self-selected data points in one man's life.

I like the idea of manufacturing with imaging software the look of typewritten notes, one of the things I needed was parchment paper, this is not that, but it is the type of shot that I too in pursuit of that aim, I have a landscape and portrait version of this in full size saved with the other raw images for use in future projects, but that does seem a long shot, I have better parchment samples

I've found the couch!

And the Internet!!

Paperwork never goes away.
Work done.

Time to lay.

Not play.

That comes tomorrow.

Shot pictures of textures.

Hopefully, they'll look like parchment.

Or something suitably cool.

I have liked this sort of crack work for awhile, so maybe that is where the interestin textures began, or it is one and the same, this is an exterior concrete wall to a building, showing water damage cracks, I would like the image to be perfectly flat and grided out, the lines parallel and top and bottom perpendicular, so a scan, not a sideways image

Off to catch the bus.

Sorry!

Not without my chocolate.

Now, it's off for a later bus.

And a much more leisurely walk.

Train pictures.

For a future Image Smear effect, so not shown here.

Some of the best Sweet & Sour Pork in the World.

Perhaps, the best.

Chinatown knows Chinese Food.

Not that this Haole likes Real Chinese Food.

Durian (it's a fruit) is not in season.

So I got a Passion Fruit Slushie, instead.

Eating like a king.

I missed the first bus going back for my chocolate.

I brought five squares.

I'll be bringing four and a half home.

I don't think God cares whether I kneel or not.
Art Galleries.

In search of inspiration.

Sorry, scratch that.

Customers.

Jonesing on Jones St.

It's called The Tenderloin, Baby.

Going the wrong way on the train for a few stops, so I can sit for the long haul.

Didn't need to bother.

Man, I'm tired.

My leg bones ache.

It's supposed to get crazy hot today.
I am disinclined to drive.

But there are errands to run.

Couch surfing.
What is it like to sit in this chair.

What is it like to sit in that chair.

Certain rooms make me feel much better about myself.
I'm taking pictures of textures, these days.

I'll get to the Typewriter Project sooner or later.

Digitally created images that look like photographs of typewritten notes.

I love this shot, this is among my best, or at least, I am very pleased with it, to the right, fading into the distance is a graffiti covered sea wall, and the the left, the beach, fogged in, with a few folks, up along the ocean line, it is a pleasing shot

My first time on this train.

Odd, how resistant to paying for buses and such I was in my younger years.

Entering The Wall of Fog!
Ocean!

Well, sand.

I'm going to let the ocean come to me.

Much graffiti on the sea wall.
A solitary walk in the forest.

You know, except for the wild dogs.

Dogs there.

I'll go here.

As I walk, I am now deep in a what if.

A Reconstructive Personal History.

Open liquor would appear to be legal.
Tired in the park.

The entries are more numerous towards the start.

I'm trying to solve the Easy Money Question.

Probably, never will.

Electrical component art.
And they are trying to erase it.
'It's the belt.'

'It's the belt that always gets me in trouble.'

So says the crazy man.

I'm in the Haight.

Do I want a weighted rugby ball?

Questions.

Questions.

Is 'chewy' water a bad sign?
Pearl Jam Concert Poster Gallery Display.

A nice End of Day find.

And awesome work.

Free Bird!
Let's end the day on a down note.

And reflect on my predisposition to incorrectly add small numbers together.

distressed paint on the Golden Gate Bridge, it looks like where a sticker may have been peeled off, or something more random, stray duct tape, it looks like some sort of oriental character to me, I like it

A lazier start.

Have I selected the right shoes.
- Comfortable?
- Or those proven to be blisterless?

Ah, breathe deep that second hand toke.
Motorcycles more interesting than the bridge.

It still smells of exhaust.

The ----- Sailboat.

Or one of them.

I avoid using -----.

I found myself a rocking chair.
Breakfast at the Bowling Alley.

I'll have mine with guard rails, please!

I found a fire.

I don't really need a fire.

But I found a fire.

Feel that breeze.
Poor old dog is going blind.

Can't find his ball.

The convention has ever been...

If you back in, you're selling.

MTS.

The Notorious.

The length of writing (in these notes) is likely highly correlated with the length of walking.

On down days, I often don't write, at all.

The top of the hill.

Pure & Simple.

They put tennis courts on the top of the world.
Why ----- is still on the street, you got me.
The Train Dancers cleaned up this time.
Just changed seats away from the Mr Robot / Goth Guy I was sitting next to.

Nothing wrong with him.

But we had an uneasy truce.

Or I don't know.

I never felt like he acknowledged my existence.

Or something.

New seat.

And the new guy that just sat down has his back to me, facing the aisle.

So, what are you going to do?

Orchard Girl sat next to Orchard Guy.

Unrelated.

And then, God's Country started playing.

This is a fun train ride!

Dead Tired!

Just the way I like it.

I becomes We on the 'morrow.

So, a bit of laundry and other light housekeeping.

A heavily gold metallic filtered image of the ocean, with bumper stickers and the like covering a no Parking Sign, I think, overlooking the Pacific Ocean

{She wants to be mentioned more.

But she needs to sign a release.

Without which, my hands are tied and I am unable to wax poetic about her sparkling blue eyes, soft-tasty lips, keen intellect, witty humour, and sweet disposition... well, it's mostly sweet, unless she's lobbying for a greater market share of my Mind, Body, Heart, & Soul.

My, but she is a greedy one... the best ones always are.}

Yesterday, was a total lazy day.

The highlight being the photographing of 'textures.'

Well, close ups of paper.

For a future Typewriter Project.

I may have mentioned.

Today starts the same.
Door to Door Salesman.

Something about how I responded indicated I was not the homeowner.

'Not today.'

'We'll get back to you.'

Doesn't matter.

But he switched the focus from me to the unseen other.

Lots of entries.

Gotta make up for yesterday, don't you know.

One burrito for two.

Down on the coast.

The Coast!

Same old same old.

But every bit as satisfying.

I like the old coast artillery embankments.
Ciappino par Excellent!
Into every life a few Rules must flow.

Lazy.

So lazy.

What? More work?

This is getting ridiculous.

Idle chatter.
The Honeymoon from Hell.

Continues.

Inspired Chicken Wraps.

Leftover Ciappino.

In Muir woods, can you see the Man in the Forest, well, I can, it is a nice trick of the eye

The Man in the Woods
The Spirit of the Forest

Do You See Him?

It was supposed to be an early start.

But I'm not driving on four hours of sleep.

So, slept in.

Much later start.

But things are looking all Honky Dory.

The winds have changed.

Where's my receipt?

I want a receipt...

Proof that I killed a tree to get into the forest.

Trees!

Big Trees!

Coyote!

Wild E. Coyote!

In good company, I have little need to talk to myself.

And as such, there are fewer entries than the delights of the day might otherwise warrant.

A long relaxing drive home.

Today was a great day!

the second two are repeats of the first two, this is a black and white, solid black image of a crow squawking, so a silhouette

silhouette of crow bowing, both on fence posts

Let's review the pictures I took.
Nice lunch.
Need a new car shade.
A nice relaxing day.

The hunt for a genuine Mission Burrito.

Success!

The SF Bookstore.

It's more about the smell than the words.

A dog rubbed against me in the park...

Causing more annoyance than appropriate.

Clearly, it's time for a blueberry smoothie.

Sometimes, the memory is better.

Let your freak flag fly.
Yeah, it's probably a bomb.
Joy!

Unhappiness!

Shrug.

BBQ & Bitterness.

Let the good times roll.

Missed the train.

Bad things come in threes.

I'm gonna call that the end of the streak.

I enjoyed crazy man.

Kind heart.

Decent health.

Mind, on some other world entirely.

I give you The Golden Gate Bridge, it is now yours, or at least, this view of it is yours, back a little, from the tourist center, the approach is in view, as is Fort Pointless, below, with the fog on such a sunny day, I think it is a pleasing shot

A pleasant talk with the locals.
Now, off to the bridge.
'Paparazzi Parents!'
It's a bridge.
Officer's Club!
Bowling Burger!

Repeat.

Wedding Photo Op.
Always Be Maniac!
Bus.

No walk.

Lobster is not that important to me.

But a pleasant walk down the boulevard is.

A nothing sort of morning...

Leading to food.

Such wrongness.

You can lead a mule to Prosperity Gospel.

But you can't make them drink of the Holy Waters.

An afternoon packing and cleaning.

And that's about it.

Seriously, that's about it.

Rush!

Rush!

Rush!

And we are off.
Nothing left to do but wait.

Another aerial shot using the same filter as the opening duo, this of the Chicago Skyline

FAN TO AUTO
INTERNET OFF
PLANTS TO SINK
PILLOWS ON COUCH
COUCH FAN TO CORNER
KITCHEN BLIND DOWN
CLOSE KITCHEN DRAPES
BLUE BLANKET TO GUEST BEDROOM
BEDROOM NIGHT STAND MOVE TO BED
PILLOWS IN GUEST BEDROOM
BAG IN GARAGE