Wow, am I ever running late today! I just woke up about ten minutes ago, and I have to leave the house at 7:30. So this is going to be a very short post.
You'll notice that today's pictures are a bit unusual. When I was walking through St. John's Wood on Tuesday, I saw a strip of negatives lying in the street. It had been run over by cars and probably got wet in the rain, but it was so surprising to find film lying around that I couldn't resist picking it up. I brought it home and put it through my negative scanner.
I'm thinking these were taken in South Asia, maybe India or Pakistan, and it looks like some type of celebratory gathering. I believe there are only men in the pictures, which suggests a country where the genders are separated for such events.
There's something cool about rescuing one-of-a-kind images that could have been lost forever -- even though these are so damaged they're pretty much lost anyway. But hey, some artists really try for this distressed look. In New York you'd pay money to see work like this!
Dave and I had a funny experience last night. We were trying to open a jar of Mexican tomatillo salsa, and neither of us could do it. We used towels and oven mitts; we braced it on the floor. We tried and tried and that jar lid would not budge.
"We're so gay!" said Dave.
I replied, "Are we gay, or are we old?"
(The obvious answer, I suppose, is both.)
We belatedly saw a little note on the lid of the jar: "If lid is stiff, please tap the lid on the side." Clearly the manufacturers knew this could be a problem. So I got a knife handle and tapped all around, as hard as I dared without endangering the glass. And it worked! The lid finally popped off. The salsa was actually made in Mexico -- maybe they seal it up tight to ensure it survives its overseas journey?