I’ve always disliked this guy’s music. Then I was putting all of my cds and Jessica’s cds on my iPod. She has a handful of music that I’m not a fan of, but I’m sure that’s reciprocated. Anyway, she had Baptism by Lenny in there. I gave it a listen and came to the conclusion that Lenny is not the problem. It’s the choice of singles. Afterall that’s all I knew of his music…what I heard on the radio. I was surprised to find some good music on that cd. He’s not my new favorite or anything, but some of those songs are pretty good and got added to my “Jebb’s Music” playlist on the old tiny jukebox.

Nuff of that.

I’m pretty excited and nervous to be shooting my first wedding in October. I’ve already met with the bride and groom and have a contract, so it’s really a go. I’ve been slowly buying new equipment this year so I’ll have necessary backups and the like, but my bag is definitely not where I’d like it to be. I’ll be shooting in digital with film for backup. I don’t like mixing the media because of associated costs, but it will be necessary until I can buy some backup digital bodies and more glass. I think the glass is on the list first though. I need a fast tele zoom. I pick really expensive hobbies that’s for sure.

Anyone want to buy a Vivitar series one 70-210 manual zoom lens?

On my way to work this morning, I stopped off for some gas at a John’s Island Kangaroo station. I went in to pre-pay; no thanks to gas thieves. On my way in, a Mexican man approached from the opposite direction heading to the door as well. I beat him by a fraction of a second and held the door for him. He managed to mutter something that sounded like “tunko” which I took as “thank you”. That’s no big deal…I’m sure my “gracias” would have sounded like “GRAY-SEE-US” to him. So, I cruise down the aisle and grab a breakfast bar before heading to the register. This fellow was in front of me at the register and plunked an icy cold 24oz Corona on the counter. I thought to myself that his liver may appreciate a different breakfast, but whatever. There are worse things to do in the morning afterall.

Then the exchange:
Clerk: “do you have your ID?”

Customer: …silence…

Clerk: “You need ID to buy beer”

Customer: …silence followed by “Mexico”

Clerk: “Sorry man, you need ID to buy this. Two down.” he takes the beer and puts it behind the counter next to the other unpurchased beer.

Customer: stares at the beer for a few seconds, then turns and walks out.

Clerk: “It’s not my fault.”

That’s right man…if I have to have ID for everything I do, so do you. Maybe he left it at home, but it’s probable that he didn’t have one at all. I wish people would stop employing cheap illegal labor and start encouraging the honest path. I’m not against Mexicans or anyone coming to “the land of oppurtunity”. I just want them to live here legally, the way most of us do.

Then it suddenly felt like winter.
It was summer, but the A/C was maxed…
The sky was a lucid watercolor blend of soft baby blue
and varicose vein violet.
The pines briefly turned to aspens; their bark curled
to sneer at the blistering heat.
Pollen-dusted grass blades swirled across the windshield
as the crisp blizzard gusts leaned on the drifts; insisting they were
snow.
But they were only grass blades and pine trees…transplanted
by the humid summer sea breeze.