Well, last night I was able to throw out the rest of the meds that I was prescribed when I tested positive for the tuberculosis. Meds that I’ve taken for six months. Meds that could not be combined with a variety of foodstuffs that – if typed in 10 point times new roman – would form a list that could wrap around the earth four and a half times.
Now that the six months are up I’m taking my newly chemically-cleansed liver out for a little recontamination session involving red wine, sashimi, beer and unprocessed cheese. I’ll probably be gone for a few days. Red wine and I have a lot of catching up to do.
Therefore I’m going to be lazy and do another photo post. I figure I have way too many photos piling up in the ol’ Flickr account lately and who better to put to sleep than the fine group of alcoholics who read my blog? Not that I believe for a second that all of you are alcoholics. I’m guessing that quite a few of you are potheads. I may even have a handful of closet painkiller addicts in here.
…but who am I to judge? I’m off to the nearest barstool where I plan on slurping margaritas until my liver is brought to its fleshy brown knees, so trust me when I say I’d be the last person to condemn the Mormon housewife up the street for popping a few vicodin in the morning to help her get through another day without abusing her seven offspring.
Anyway. Photos. Here.
I’m throwing you a bone Jay, since I know you are an enjoyer of the feminine curve. This bellydancer was dancing on the sidewalk in front of her studio as part of a larger community art festival held once a month in Sacramento.
A starfish adhered to the side of an aquatic column.
This one’s for you Neisel, I’ve never been able to go to an art show without thinking of you. This is a close-up of a gorgeous metal sculpture on display as part of Second Saturday.
At first I had wished that this photo had not been so horribly out of focus but after a while I came to like it better this way. A soupfin shark circles directly above my head while a bat ray and yellowfin tuna tool about closer to the water’s surface.
My local readers should recognize this vantage point immediately. It’s an east-facing view of the J Street Corridor taken from the north side of the street at Caesar Chavez Plaza.
Sunlight glints off a school of mackerel as they swim around and around and around and around and around and around. Hey, anyone else dizzy?
Detail of the hood joint on a Morris Minor parked as part of a larger display of vespas and unique automobiles at Second Saturday.
A gaggle of stuffed snakes hang at a game booth on the boardwalk in Santa Cruz.
This one’s for you LL and DNR. This Harley was parked as part of a larger display illustrating how these bikes double as moving art.
Speaking of moving art, these fleshy little jellyfish are part of a display in Monterey in which the movement and color of the simple-minded invertebrates was highlighted.
A telephone box hangs next to a posted plea on the Golden Gate Bridge as part of an unmanned effort to waylay potential suicides. The text of the sign reads: Crisis Counseling – There is hope make the call – the consequences of jumping from this bridge are fatal and tragic.
Early morning in Pajaro, California.
A view during a luscious bike ride along the Pacific Coast Highway.
A banner commemorating one of my favorite authors.
That’s it, I’m out. There’s raw fish to be eaten and tequila to be swilled. See you folks on the other end of the coming weekend.