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Me mither's son

ME:

Called me mither. She's 89, she is. Gone out by now to sup with my sister I suppose. I may call her tomorrow.

Went to market... not much there for me today. Not in the mood. Wandered off to Butterfly Herbs for a coffee and chatted with friends. Kathleen, for instance, understands how mood swings can devastate.

Went to the MAM and listened to Eileen Myles read from her book. I enjoyed the event. She was a visiting professor last year, so it was good to see her again.

Saw Camille again and she mentioned my booklet, "Trash.1" I really should do another. The concept of just collecting trash in a place and time and then using it as prompts is a simple writing technique.

First Friday went well. Saw myriad folks. Took pictures. Especially of Acton's works. Need to get those on facebook. Made a "pizza" out of a square mint chocolate cookie, a slice of cheese, a slice of pepperoni, a dollop of hummus... then took a bite and photographed.

I got a protecting shade for my camera. Since I'm hard on cameras and this one, although not expensive nor fancy, wasn't cheap. Payed $15 at the Dark Room.

Nice chat with Louis Habeck who made himself a box camera and then took digital pictures of what it saw... anyway, it worked. Also, some awesome scenes of rural Italy in the fog taken from a bus! I think my new camera can handle this.

So yesterday was a good day and today hasn't been bad, just slow.

At least it doesn't feel like winter!

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