haha

What a foggy day.

I'm wondering what to do about this job- I know that I took some work with the Union before hearing back from the Mime troupe, but I have to do what I confirmed, and the union gig is, of course, going to be more money, but less time. And I don't know what they're thinking for a "small stipend" but at 40 hours a week plus school, I'm not sure if it really is a good idea. But I would be getting back into the swing of theatre, a touring show, making local contacts, which would be great. So I'll do it for sure, if they say it's okay that I miss those two shows this week, if they can manage. Other than that things are cherry.

They're doing some odd construction on the street down there, and there is a family of blonde kids coming out of the soccer shop, as I kill time being hungry and waiting for the UPS guy, crossing my fingers that I'll find this work that I need, and it'll all work out just fine. The other day when my buddy Steven came up and we went to Naan n' Curry in the Haight I shot this photo of the poster on the wall above our table: it cracked me up! Look a little closer, and tell me if this isn't hillarious to you too, or if I'm just too freakin simple minded and am the only one who finds the fact that this poster was printed in mass quantities and probably is stuck up in little restaurants and establishments all over the place... It makes me want to get a small digital camera to keep in my pocket so that I can snap quality shots (other than my pooey phone) and not have to lug around my biggass d70 with me, wherever I go... I can't wait until they figure out a way to install a 14 megapixel camera and huge zoom lens that is really the size of nothing into my brain so I can just plug the firewire cable directly into my brain from a printer and babam, just like that my mind's eye will be a camera and then I can just control the exposure and stuff with my thoughts and not have to fumble with tripods and cameras the size of a keg.

Ah, technology, aren't you advancing quick enough? I think not...