I don’t understand anything. I don’t understand cameras or light or the physics I went to school for. I don’t understand computers, cameras, or cooking.

I don’t understand people at all. Or what to do with my wasted life.

The call time is 8 AM near my house. Tomorrow I’ll have a ridiculously busy day that I won’t get paid for and I’ll complain like a whiny little bitch all through it even thought it will be the most fun I can imagine.

A paradox surely.

Why? Who knows? Not me.

Charles Mingus made the _coolest_ music ever. It’s the essence of what cool is. I can’t even begin to imagine what could be more cool than Charles Mingus’s music.

This mule could be called stubborn and lazy
But in a clever sort of way
This mule could be workin’ waitin’ and learnin’ and plannin’
For a sacred kind of day
…
Your stubborness is of the living
and cruel anxiety is about to die
…
But no freedom for me