Packing up camera stuff to move. 🙄
I’m not a gear head. I own two digital cameras and two film cameras, and maybe six lenses between all four.
Each camera has a totally different utility, and I will probably put one or both film cameras to bed with this move. Voila, two digital cameras. 🪄
But I do studio portraiture.
And I plan to do more of it in SF.
This means I also have to reason about backdrops, lights, stands, umbrellas, snoots, reflectors, cards, … 🥺
Visited Super Nintendo Land when I was in Ōsaka. Last time I was there, it was under construction; you could see some of these props from our hotel window, under tarps in a parking lot.
The Mario Kart ride was utter trash. The weird pizza hand pie my friend had waiting for me when I emerged from the restroom, however, was delish.
Whenever I come to SF for a doctors’ appointment or work I take the ferry home. Along the way, I stop in at the wine bar in the ferry building for a glass or two.
I’m probably not going to do either of those things again after today’s check-in (there must be better wine bars closer to my new home), so this is my parting toast. 😘
Third week back from Japan and I still don’t feel like I’m actually back.
Stepping back into my shoes at work has been particularly challenging: I lost my design and research partners, without who I can’t even tell all the different shoes apart.
A company reorg, role-reduction, depression, and the decision to seperate and divorce might also be angular momentum on the surreality dial.
The clocks must be at room temperature; they spread easily enough under the butter knife.
Nomnom gnomon.
It’s a magical moment when taking a day to teach your little cousin how to build her first computer pays off instead of her buying a prebuilt.
A tear entered my eye as she called me today to figure out how to change a boot option she needed to play a video game. And I just sit there watching on FaceTime as she goes through all the debugging steps on her own while I am providing the smallest of guidance.
I can’t wait to see the future engineer she becomes.
@pauline has occasionally said that there’s a lot of my mother in me. I want to bristle at that: my mother was not—by any means or metric—a good mother. But she does make more sense to me post-transition than she ever did before.
And, I think, I do to her too.
Saw my mother for the first time in 4 years yesterday; last time we met, I had a different name.
She’s living in a cottage behind a couple’s house in Atherton. It is, in keeping with her talents, a most-impeccably decorated abode: museum-quality miniature living; an art project in filling space.
I’ve inherited some of her talent; we crawled around on the floor with tape measures, discussing the prospective presence of a new coffee table—how the light will affect it over the course of a day.
And that’s kind of the wonderful thing about FFS: even if it isn’t enough to make you pass all scrutinies, it can still bring you to a place where willing people can defy their own disbelief, and see you as they want to see you.
If these people are your friends, they will see you as you want to be seen; if they aren’t, well, … best you both know, so you can preserve your energy for those who are. 🎭
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