Recently I’ve gotten back on board with taking better care of myself. I’d sort of let it slide this summer with the overwhelming heat and humidity, and the stress of trying to sell my house, among other things. But I’m back to drinking and eating less. Exercising more. Sleeping longer. Making needed doc & dental checkup appointments. Taking my vitamins, etc. Blah blah boring. But it is all about balance. And I was starting to whirl away all out of whack. I’d rather not find myself tripping into the abyss.
Five items of note:
- Homi, a Mexican restaurant on University Avenue I’ve been meaning to try, was broken into recently. Some of their crucial equipment - including the cash register! - was stolen. Not cool. Planning to trek over there this week.
- I finally posted my photos from last Monday night - from local black metal band FALSE’s tour kick off show, at Memory Lanes.
- My son took some photos of his own at The Walker Art Center’s LARPing battlefield. Turns out he took more photos of non-costumed folks than of LARPers. Go figure.
- Hong Kong artist and designer Kacey Wong has designed a shelter for homeless people that looks like a robot. Odd.
- Today marks a dubious anniversary - 30 years of MTV’s existence. I clearly remember when it started, though our household didn’t get cable until 1984. Still, in those early days, it was all about the music and not whatever crap reality television they’re peddling now. It pleased me that someone out there assembled a tribute of 30 years of sci-fi music videos to celebrate MTV’s 30th anniversary.
August already. Dangerously close to September which will bring the beginning of 6th grade for my son, and his 12th birthday. But first he’ll barely have time to catch his breath before concluding eight weeks of summer camp, then dashing off to the east coast to visit to his grandparents. I know I’ll miss him while he’s away. And, unlike last summer, I don’t have anything particularly special planned in his absence. No weddings to shoot. No road trips to embark on. Hopefully just copious amounts of quiet and calm (knock on wood).
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