Monday, October 30th, 2017 — 13˚C / 54˚F & Raining @ 6:12 pm in Atlantic Canada —
I took this photo with an Olympus ‘Trip 35’ in the middle 1970’s, Probably on a Saturday Morning, outside the building where I worked as I was on my way home. It became a “What do you think you see?” shot.
— Gaaaa! That is a Great Dane in the back seat of a 1970’s car that was not an antique back then.
— Um, I thought I might find a few things in the closet here in the office. Yeah, I did. I thought that and I did find some stuff that I was looking for. And I found a bunch of stuff I wasn’t looking for. But a ‘shipload’ of obstacles popped up every time I turned around. I found what might have been what I believed was one of my most important photo albums from ‘way back when’ With a couple photos I wanted to scan and share. But the printer/scanner that worked last week keeps telling me to check its connection. It doesn’t believe it is connected. { It has both a USB and a network connection. I’ve been using the network connection. Somebody else might be connecting it with the USB cable. I think that maybe after it’s been connected with the USB cable it doesn’t want to know anything about the cat5 network connection. I could be wrong. But I had to re-download the printer and scanner drivers, and the [ expletive deleted ] ControlCenter vanished into the ozone when it was supposed to be installing itself. It keeps squawking that it isn’t connected and refuses to scan, unless I go back to the beginning with a system control panel, close the printer/scanner control panel, reopen it – and start over from scratch each time I want to scan anything. Then again, of course, I have to reset all the settings, change from all the stupid defaults and tell it where, how and in what format I want the scan to reach my desktop. And, if I give it a name – other that ‘Scan +#’ it short circuits and its stupid little – definitely nothing like ‘AI’ – brain explodes and we have to start all over again. It took me three hours to scan two photos.
— Here’s the second one :
This is my father, or was, in 1969, sitting in a motel room in Illinois. – One of the first photos I took with my Olympus Trip 35 camera (which I bought at a ridiculous discount at the Naval Training Center in Waukegan Illinois). An artist in Italy – who did a really nice job of creating an oil portrait from this photo jokingly asked if he was loading his gun. Nope, he was counting the money he had left in his wallet.
— Yes, so the price of having cleaned away a little bit of dust and digging through a closet to find a couple photos and then scanning two of those photos — well, it only cost me a whole lot of peace of mind and nearly had me snapping with the kind of deep down ugly schnarr tone of voice that could have sent the person I love most on this planet, and maybe not just this time around — into a stunned state somewhere between ‘anxiety attack’ and ‘deeper depression than any human deserves to experience’ — or, she may have rallied her way out of being screamed at by ripping my head off. { Shrug – none of those alternatives would have made me feel any better, and a couple of them would have totally destroyed me. }
— One ‘document’ I found when I was looking for stuff began with “Microsoft Executives should probably be offered a choice between public evisceration and castration.” – Yeah, I think I know how that guy felt when he wrote that.
— Uhm, let me try to find something positive to leave you with here:
This is the love of my life when we discovered that her favorite place to get “Pho” noodle soup was indeed open again. If you look closely at the image on the wall behind her, you might notice an odd reflection to the right that has placed a kind of ‘ghost’ of the black and white woman’s smile and facial outline near a nearly subliminal image of an eye – That’s a trick of very clean glass at just the right angle to reflect something in a happily unexpected way.
— So yes, the world is still a decent place, and life is still very much worth living, even if Microsoft and a lot of other beedy grastards out there are doing everything in their power to create way too many frustration engines in the name of fleecing you and me for fun, power and all the money they can steal from us.
— I refuse to pay attention to any news stories tonight. If I lose control I just might snap at somebody who does not deserve to be snapped at and I learned at a very young age how to project deep down gut wrenching self-esteem bombs into the most vulnerable spots of any human being alive.
— Sigh, talent like that should definitely be wasted by counting at least to ten.
~~~~~ Jim
