Entries from May 1, 2008 - June 1, 2008
Ruh-roh
My computer has been cutting off unexpectedly while I'm working. This has become a near-daily, and sometimes more frequent, occurence. I walked into the office today and found something interesting. Could this have anything to do with the obviously unbearable strain that my machine is feeling?
April
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We leave tomorrow morning for Tybee Island, and I can't help but reflect on the fact that packing for vacation always makes me hyperaware of all that is materially lacking in my world. For instance, I pretty much take every camera available to me on vacation (naturally), which in this case will include the Canon point-and-shoot, my Canon film camera (with all of my lenses), and a disposable waterproof one. But I find myself wishing so hard for a Lomo--I really thought I was going to get the Holga from Mom for Christmas (Happy Mother's Day, Momma!) but I didn't, and all I can think about is how many cool shots I could get with that thing. Or a Polaroid Spectra. Also, I want a Lensbaby. If I had all the cameras I actually want, I would never be able to get around the island.
...Or would I? In my fantasies, I own this bike: an Electra Cruiser .
On the front handlebars, I would attach the Carrie Basket:
I think the very idea of vacation begets these kinds of musings. Before me lies an unspoiled expanse of time; fantasy and escapism play strongly into my contemplations. On vacation, the self I am is my best self, unburdened by obligation and drudgery. It is the ultimate freedom. Anything is possible.
Can you tell I'm getting giddy?
I've also made a last-minute decision to fly to Chicago next weekend with my friend Melissa. We're going to go see an amazing aerial show on its opening night and then fly back the next day. It seems ridiculously irresponsible to fly halfway across the country for a one-night getaway. Decadent, maybe. That's exactly why I like it.
Isaac Mizrahi once said the ideal vacation would be to fly to Paris, have a cup of espresso at a cafe, and fly home. Maybe that's what's so wonderful about vacation: you take all the wonderful bits of life and distill them into a fleeting visit. No filler or fluff. Just the essence, please.