Where is my left foot?

Last night I started working on a slideshow presentation to cover my portion of photography at Camp Coleman. Over the jaunty but melancholy strains of Röyksopp’s “Remind Me” (also from Geico’s caveman on moving sidewalk ad) I flashed the faces of each camper for 1/4 second. That covered about 1.5 minutes of the 7.5 minutes I need. Tonight I’ll move the ball down the field a little further.

I continue to have camp dreams. This morning’s before-waking dream had one of the Israeli Scouts (their version of Boy Scouts) come up to me and say to me “I can almost see the insignia on you”, and I noticed I was wearing khaki fatigues. I said to her, “no, they’re not exactly the same”, and I showed her that the color of the fabric was different from hers, and the shirt buttons said (in bogus dream French) “Made in France”. However, the stitching was identical. This set me thinking about my affection for Jewish people and an affinity with them in general. Although the outfit was from a different place, and of a different color, it was the same material, and the stitching was identical.

I have bought a replacement dual 2GHZ G5 on EBay for $1465 total.

One week home from Camp Coleman and I continue to have dreams about being there. Perhaps “about” doesn’t cover it. I had a dream this morning where I awoke in the trailer, noticed that I was naked and clutched my pillow so the campers (the term used for all of the kids there) wouldn’t see me. It took me a small bit to figure out that I was home and that there were no campers in the room, so I flung off the pillow and stalked bare-ass naked to the bathroom to pee. There ya go.

This afternoon I drove the Kramer family to the train station for their two-week trip to Europe. I’m the trustee of feeding their parrot Buster and skittish cat Maxey while they’re away, and I’ve got a plan to teach Buster some new speech. I’m going to burn some excerpts from Nixon’s farewell address onto a CD and set it to play for Buster every couple of hours. Hopefully “I am not a criminal!” will stick to the bird brain. Another possibility is the soundtrack from Winnebago Man. (Actually I see that “I am not a crook” comes from a 1952 speech.)

Tonight Henry and I went to see the Transformers movie. It was an entertaining romp, a bit Independence Day in the plausibility dept., but the CGI was the best I’ve ever seen, by far. I had to remind henry several times to actually watch the movie instead of trying to explain Transformers cosmology to me.

Two days back and my dreams are still filled with wandering images of Camp Coleman, and taking photos of children and teenagers in their various activities. Our friend Karen is now staying in the same trailer we stayed in (the B.E.T., “Bad Energy Trailer”), although she doesn’t seem to be bothered with it, although she says the food is indescribably bad (we had tried to describe it, indescribably). Her first meal was one of the foods they seem to have no handle on: grilled cheese. My one experience with it was two grease soaked pieces of bread containing a grease soaked piece of greasy cheese.

An event upon returning: the admission that the G5 is dead (Apple not only failing to fix it but breaking it worse than it was before). I have removed the HD (it is fine), and am working off of Firewire drives on Adele’s eMac. Fun City. The good news is that I am working, and that it works, and that it also has a backup.

I am sitting in the parking lot of a Holiday Inn in Tifton, GA, waiting for Henry and Susan to get ready for breakfast. We have spent the last two weeks working (Henry playing) at Camp Coleman, the summer camp Adele is attending. I took 9,400 photos during that period as the camp photographer, many of which were uploaded to the camp’s website at bunk1.com (a subscription site). I’ll post more about my experiences in the days to come. Now, a drive home to see plants and dog and house.