Rainy Day

Thursday, August 16, 2007 11:10 a.m.

One of those rainy summer days, and I'm in no mood for company.

One wonders where all of that starts--too much emotion, politics, rancor; too much family; too much worry, static, stress.

It could just be the rain, sinus congestion, headache--and then I think the world has ills enough without adding to it one's own.

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I'm waiting on the mail lady, who should be carrying Adobe's Web Standard kit to my door this morning or early afternoon.  I've still the intention of bringing in cash with photography while continuing a less remunerative dilletantism that I'd rather see clarified and made more purposeful as regards my other artistic and intellectual interests. The "one-track mind" of my early teen years--and that track was music--has branched and branched and branched again into bushy maturity.  I still play two or three times a day but little moves forward in music while much else, including this blog, progresses on multiple parallel tracks.

This is a good day for reading, but stealing time--or, rather, sticking with it--has become difficult.

With the Internet and "the war news" global and cooking around the clock, one has always the sense of missing something--Pakistan's struggle to become a more modern country while retaining its conservative, religious character; the last fire fight (has it happened?) at Nahr al-Bared in Lebanon; the latest in provocative noise from the lively crowd at modelmayhem.com; and e-mail, of course.

Still, attending to all assures nothing will have been attended to well.

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Correspondence and Permissions: James S. Oppenheim

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