The UPS guy showed up this morning with a flat envelope. I couldn’t figure out what it was, I have so many things going back and forth with UPS and Fedex and so I just opened it up and there was a coupon for a woman’s hair product. Now why would someone spend the money to UPS me a woman’s coupon? It’s true, that there’s one bunch that believes I’m a dermatologist, and I continuously get dermatology magazines, or offers to test dermatology products. But I can’t ever remember one coming by UPS.
I look at the sender, but it’s sort of rubbed out. You know that blue copy and I can only make out a few letters. But it definitely says Unit 3B. While that “Unit” rings a bell I toss the UPS envelope in the garbage and as I flip it I remember where that “Unit” was from. I pull the UPS envelope back out and feel around in it for other stuff, and sure enough, stuck to the side is a piece of cardboard which I pull out and of course it’s the ticket for John Prine I ordered a few days ago.
In short, I’ve been scrambling to make some progress on the todo list, and yes, I got through the 14 prints for Australia which went out today, each with a little Certificate of Authenticity signed dated and with the title scribbled on. And with the overseas Custom papers signed (they want about six copies) and each ticked off saying that I am not a relative of the person I’m signing it to; along with scripting: beckerman / owner / aug. 24 2010 and I did come up with a nice system though it won’t work much longer.
If I am lucky enough to have an empty box of the print size, then I’m really in business because I put down one print, which fits perfectly, and is cushioned (Epson gives you cushioning around the paper) and then I slice off a sheet of glasine (sp?) paper from a roll and place that ontop of the print… repeat until all 14 prints are separated nicely. Then cardboard cut to the right size. Into the original Epson box. And for the final touch, I take two fedex cardboard pieces that are meant to be turned into triangle tubes and cut them around the Epson box. In other words, the final box can be dropped on any corner from about five feet without damaging the prints.
So that goes out. And now I’m waiting for the vet to revisit Buddy (the cat). That will be a terrible ordeal for him. I’ve been through it a few times. But they need bloodwork to follow up on the thyroid pills he’s been on for about ten days.

(CLICK IMAGE TO SEE FULL SIZE FROM IPHONE: from the iPhone, un-retouched)
I also finished some work for another project that’s on the horizon… and now I need to put together a bunch of images for the first of the two documentary films about street photography that are coming out. And yes, I’ll put up a link to a clip from the first film soon.
And then tomorrow will be printing again.
I’m not looking for advice. I’m not even complaining. File this under: just the facts. Because frankly, I can’t even write about half the personal stuff that’s been going on. Maybe personal stuff is the wrong word. But you know unless you write an anonymous blog, it’s nearly impossible to really write truthfully. I sort of miss the days when I’d take out one of my paper journals – I used to write on those bound ledgers that accountants use – and write without feeling that anyone else is going to read it unless I want them to.
Of course the problem with writing an anonymous blog, is that even if you can do that (technically I guess it can be done, though not that easily); anyone that knows you, your friends, or family, might stumble upon it, even if you change everyone’s names, and then you are a dead duck. What I mean by that is that the episodes and things the characters do are so specific – I doubt if they’ve ever been done before. Any single story, and a few just flashed through my mind, that would be read by the person involved, would get me into big trouble. Wow. I wonder what that says about my life. That it’s mostly a lie?
The older I get, the more it seems as if my own life, and those of the people I know are mostly lies. Isn’t that a terrible thing to realize. Friends lie to friends. Or at least don’t tell important things. Sisters lie to sisters. It’s all a big circle of lies, the purpose of which is to protect ourselves from each other..
Wow. That is a scary thing to realize.
Anyway – the original point was – that I was out of it to the point of almost throwing away the John Prine ticket; and after a bit of writing, I also come to the conclusion that most of my relationships are built on either lies, or at least keeping a fair amount of information private. File that part under the phrase: nobody really knows anyone else.
Apres tout — here’s a retouched b&w version from the iPhone.
