Friday, September 08, 2006
DAY THREE: SAN DIEGO II
I accomplished a lot of nagging Life Maintenance tasks today. Jason couldn't think in the morning, so I made coffee and cut up a mango for our hemp cereal--which is totally safe, in case you were wondering. The cereal company bemoans the damaging reputation of its black sheep cousin. If only more people were enlightened.
After plugging away at phone service agents all morning, Jason and I picked up the 20 rolls of film I dropped off yesterday. I began to realize my plan of showing pictures from the summer during the first residency might not happen. The lab is too busy to provide 5x5 proofs before I leave on Monday. I need to figure out how to show them something by Sunday night. I could scan negatives, pre-selecting a manageable amount of possibilites. It's time consuming and hit or miss.
This sort of bums me out and distracts me from my plans for production. But the thing that distracts me is hanging out with Jason and Colleen, which is also a part of my plans. I'm confronting my first quandry: Is there enough time and space to follow through on all of my agendas? If i'm successful with spending time with my friends, then do I fail at producing work? If I focus on work and its production, will I take the time to spend with my friends?
For lunch, we go to a mexican hole in the wall that has a line out the door. It's the sort of place that has three items on the menu. My burrito doesn't have beans or rice. It does have the softest freshest flour tortilla wrapped around light shredded chicken, potatoes, cheese, and lettuce. The walls are two-toned and fake flowers are mounted 12 feet high on them.
Jason has another friend in from San Francisco. We pick up Mateo and his wife, Joelle, at their hotel and go to the beach on Coronado, a big island in the bay. The sexiest bridge warps its way over there. Mateo is a coastal engineer and Joelle just finished her masters in marine biology. Jason knows Mateo from living in Italy a while ago. The waves are tough and ensnarl me, aggrevating the knee that hurts from doing yoga with Liz last Saturday. Glitter is in the San Diego water and sand and they feel enchanted.
I'm on my own for dinner while Jason and Colleen go to a student's family's bar-b-q. Odin, a.k.a. Mr O., and I take a long walk. Instead of sniffing immediately, Mr. O would stop and look at me, somewhere between asking for permission and "Do you mind?" Later the three of us drink wine and talk about high school athleticism and alcoholism.
I worried this morning about the effect of the blog on Jason. He sat and laughed and ate hemp cereal. Jason has this great quality of balancing out his practical & factual side with an openness to being wrong.
I ddin't take any pictures with the Rollieflex today. Just "documentation" with the digital camera. Tomorrow I hope to set-up the scanner. And take soome pictures.
I accomplished a lot of nagging Life Maintenance tasks today. Jason couldn't think in the morning, so I made coffee and cut up a mango for our hemp cereal--which is totally safe, in case you were wondering. The cereal company bemoans the damaging reputation of its black sheep cousin. If only more people were enlightened.
After plugging away at phone service agents all morning, Jason and I picked up the 20 rolls of film I dropped off yesterday. I began to realize my plan of showing pictures from the summer during the first residency might not happen. The lab is too busy to provide 5x5 proofs before I leave on Monday. I need to figure out how to show them something by Sunday night. I could scan negatives, pre-selecting a manageable amount of possibilites. It's time consuming and hit or miss.
This sort of bums me out and distracts me from my plans for production. But the thing that distracts me is hanging out with Jason and Colleen, which is also a part of my plans. I'm confronting my first quandry: Is there enough time and space to follow through on all of my agendas? If i'm successful with spending time with my friends, then do I fail at producing work? If I focus on work and its production, will I take the time to spend with my friends?
For lunch, we go to a mexican hole in the wall that has a line out the door. It's the sort of place that has three items on the menu. My burrito doesn't have beans or rice. It does have the softest freshest flour tortilla wrapped around light shredded chicken, potatoes, cheese, and lettuce. The walls are two-toned and fake flowers are mounted 12 feet high on them.
Jason has another friend in from San Francisco. We pick up Mateo and his wife, Joelle, at their hotel and go to the beach on Coronado, a big island in the bay. The sexiest bridge warps its way over there. Mateo is a coastal engineer and Joelle just finished her masters in marine biology. Jason knows Mateo from living in Italy a while ago. The waves are tough and ensnarl me, aggrevating the knee that hurts from doing yoga with Liz last Saturday. Glitter is in the San Diego water and sand and they feel enchanted.I'm on my own for dinner while Jason and Colleen go to a student's family's bar-b-q. Odin, a.k.a. Mr O., and I take a long walk. Instead of sniffing immediately, Mr. O would stop and look at me, somewhere between asking for permission and "Do you mind?" Later the three of us drink wine and talk about high school athleticism and alcoholism.
I worried this morning about the effect of the blog on Jason. He sat and laughed and ate hemp cereal. Jason has this great quality of balancing out his practical & factual side with an openness to being wrong.
I ddin't take any pictures with the Rollieflex today. Just "documentation" with the digital camera. Tomorrow I hope to set-up the scanner. And take soome pictures.
