There are pretty lights in the corner of FunkyPlaid’s study. I haven’t really decorated my space yet, but I am looking forward to it.
Today it has been 147 days since we left Scotland, not that I’m counting. (Of course I’m counting. I count everything.) That’s nearly five months. I say “nearly five months” but my current experience of time is so wonky that the phrase is practically meaningless.
A spam email in my inbox called me Dogmatic Halsted. Another called me Blatantly Halsted. I’d rather be blatant than dogmatic, I think.
Writing from: my unembellished study. Listening to: an airplane leaving or arriving … anything but standing still.
Tonight FunkyPlaid and I were treated to an amazing sushi dinner at Ozumo by my in-laws. Most of what we consumed was gone before I could photograph it, so here is a snap of a sake cup.
I don’t know much about sake except that I enjoy drinking it. My favorite from this evening was Shichi Hon Yari Junmai (“The Seven Spearsmen”).
Writing from: a quiet room in Marin. Listening to: clothes in the tumble-dryer.
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As we were driving to see some friends this evening, thinking about today’s photo made me a little irritated. You see, we were on our way to see not only adorable friends but their adorable child, and I am always concerned about posting pictures of kids online. So I knew today’s photo could not be the inevitably awesome photo I would take of this small human I am fond of, and then I felt guilty about the whole line of thinking. Sure, it’s a fun project, this photo-a-day thing, but it does objectify objects and humans in my life. Although I’m pretty sure objects do not object to being objectified, I avoid objectifying humans.
(Cats are fair game. Sorry not sorry, cats.)
I could go on and discuss objectification in photography and wow that would be so exciting for us all but I need sleep. So today’s photo is of a ceiling lamp that reminded me of an ominous eyeball. Turning the eye back on the beholder and all that. And the lamp transforms when you pull on one of the two cords, so you can have a little light or a lot. In the “shut” phase it kinda looks like the Death Star. There is nothing I do not love about this lamp. I loved it so much I lay on the floor to take a photo of it from below.
And then I started thinking about how much I love “The Prisoner” (the original series, not the remake) and why I didn’t go to Portmeirion while I was vaguely in proximity. Beholder … eye … be seeing you … I suppose that was the train of thought, but let’s not kid ourselves. I was probably randomly thinking about “The Prisoner” because that’s what I do. Have you seen it?
Writing from: a mostly-dark room in Marin. Listening to: “One Note” by Alberto Giurioli.