This week my boss has coralled me into working a booth at the Sonoma County Fair. I don't know, when I go to the fair, buying a sewing machine isn't at the top of my list of activities, but I guess my company does well. WhenI go to the fair, my thoughts are on various disgusting and decadent food items, like corn dogs and fudge; on rides that promise to end your life; on funky exhibits of foodstuffs and barn animals; on finding boys to flirt with. Except for maybe the food part, I won't get to do any of these things. Whaa...
Even if I run into this boy, I tink I'll pass. How did he get into porn? Yokel.

COUNTY FAIR GAME

I have gotten all nostalgic for shooting pictures on (gasp) film. I have a funky little camera made my Lomo that I love,

so I dragged that out of exile, as well as my Ricoh Shotmaster and my Lomo Action Sampler
(4 shots per frame, in sequence). I have also gotten in an ebay frenzy and got a really cute vintage 35mm camera made by Argus (a beige version of this camera was in a Harry Potter movie):



I also just won a Fujica ST701 SLR to replace my much-loved Fujica from whenI was a pup. Somebody stole it and it made me not want to take pictures for a long time. On top of that, my Dad is sending me his old Pentax SLR, which is a thrill beyond thrills. I found out yesterday that Dad is slipping and is on his way to The Home, so I think my stepmom will be the one sending it when all this upheaval has settled down. I'm not going to mention it for a while - priorities do not involve sending me an old camera right now.

So, all I have to do is remember to actually CARRY one of these millions of cameras and I'll be in good shape. I keep missing really good pics - saw a shot of a sailboat floating in front of pink sunset-tinged fog in the bay on my way home - spectacular. I would have had to get offa the bridge to take a picture, though, so I guess that will have to stay a mental snapshot.

I have a digital camera for this kinda stuff:

CAMERA SUTRA

My head is all over the map these days. I'm really tired, that deep tired that happens when you work all the time and don't take vacations. Weekends don't do the trick anymore - by the time I get myself to the point of realizing I have a couple days off, they're already over. Trying to plan a vacation with the man, but since he never called me back about it I may be on my own. I'll get outta here before the summer is over, though, even if I have to count Indian Summer.

So, the thing that kept me sane this week is, of all things, a reality show. I don't like them, never have; watched one season and a few extra episodes of Survivor, because of Rupert, and a couple of episodes of other ones, like Amazing Race and Fear Factor. Avoid all the bachelor/bachelorette/marry my dad/Joe Geek types like the plague. I watch a few of the documentary-ish ones, but those are different. I decided to watch Rock Star INXS. The premise is that 15 hand-picked folks are auditioning to replace whats-his-name who died of auto-erotic strangulation. I was happy from the get-go that hottie Dave Navarro is on it as the sort of intermediary guy; at least I'd have someting to gaze upon if all else failed. Maybe it is my current fragile state, or PMS, but I thoroughly enjoyed the show. I consider myself "hooked", and am already rooting for 3 contestants. Who'd a thunk it?

They don't have one of these, though. Their loss...

ROCK'N'ROLL MIDGET