Look at that face. That’s the face of a furry creature who knows that something unusual is going on in our house.
I just happened to be changing the lens on my digital camera, after having just loaded a roll of film into a non-digital camera, and she came in to see what was up. She’s on to us. She knows.
Question: What is the most expensive Gibson Les Paul on Earth?
Answer: Jeff Beck’s super modified 1954 Les Paul Standard, commonly known as the Oxblood Les Paul.
Question: How much did the Oxblood sell for?
Answer: It is commonly believed that Beck bought the guitar for about $300 in 1972, but two days ago it sold at auction for $1,315,708.
Beck’s wife put up his gear collection for auction and the results were pretty staggering. While the hope was the guitars would be bought by people who would actually play them, I think it’s safe to say that most of the big tickets are going to museums and private collections where they will likely be on display and never actually touched again. That’s sad, but at these prices what can you do?
There were a couple of guitars that I would have bid on if money were no object. The Oxblood and the Yardburst being the two big ones, but there were supposed to be some signature models and prototypes of signature models (of the Oxblood, at least) that I would have liked to get my greedy mitts on.
Still… I think I would rather we still had Jeff Beck playing all of this stuff rather than having to live in a world without him. That would be way better than this world.
It is about 7:30am. My work day starts at 9:00am. My vacation kicks off 8.5 hours later at 5:30pm.
It is going to be a long day. A really… really… long… day.
After that? I have to pack. I have to make a stash of protein bars to get me through the first couple of days in Florida. I have to figure out the camera situation… charge up the Z5 and put on the 40mm lens, fill up a bag with rolls of film, load a roll into Dad’s Pentax K1000. I’ve decided that Dad’s camera is coming with me this time. Normally I would take my Nikon FG-20, but this time I think I want to take the camera that hurled me down the film rabbit hole a few years ago. Yeah. I am weird.
Anyway. Yesterday I bitched about how the Bruins suck now. Last night they beat Ottawa and jumped three places in the standings. Not only are they back in a playoff spot, but they above the wild card spots and back into third in the division. What a world, huh? We’ll see how long this lasts. The standings are pretty tight these days.
Okay. Time to get the ball rolling on this Friday. Vacation is less than 10 hours away.
That’s one photogenic cat.
Yup. It’s time. What time? Too-close-to-vacation-to-concentrate-on-anything-else time.
One work day left. At 5:30pm tomorrow (about 21 hours from now) I will punch out of work and be on vacation for more than a week. I’m on PTO all of next week and the following Monday. Six business days.
I just have to get through that one final work day and then I will be out out out and I can’t wait. Also, I can’t focus on anything else. The flight to Florida is Sunday before dawn. At this moment in time, on Thursday night, I am literally watching Disney travel videos on YouTube. This one is about finding hidden perks when staying at the resorts.
Let’s go now. I mean, the hell with responsibilities, let’s just leave now!
One work day after today. Two days until the first full day of vacation. Three days until we fly to Florida. It is getting harder and harder to focus on anything else. I still need to pack. I still need to decide which film camera and how many rolls of film to bring.
I probably won’t bring any black and white film, unless there is already a roll in whichever camera comes along. Dad’s Pentax is empty at the moment. I’m thinking of bringing that one. We’ll see.
This water fountain is in the hotel we stayed in last time. I just can’t remember which one (we stayed in two last time). It is either Coronado or Saratoga Springs. My beloved bride, Jen, says this was in Coronado. She’s always right.
Photo a day for today. Robin Sparkles the Cat. 145/365.
Look at me, embracing my inner nerd. Sometimes I feel like I wouldn’t be able to make it through the day without a healthy dose of fidget spinner.
Have you ever noticed how sports fans refer to their favorite teams differently depending on how well the team is playing? When the team is good they say things like, “we’re good” or “we won” but when the team is utter shit garbage it’s more like, “they lost” or “they suck donkey balls” or things like that?
I find that to be an incorrect language policy. In that spirit allow me to say this about the Boston Bruins, my favorite hockey team: We fucking suck. We dropped out of a playoff spot this week and now after getting trounced by New Jersey last night we have dropped even further out.
Given the state of the world right now I really could have used a long and decisive Bruins winning streak. Nope. Not this year.
I know that the concept of “mood music” is a thing. Is there also such a thing as a “mood haiku”?
White knuckles, teeth clenched.
All that I see now is red.
Fuck those fascist fucks.
Inside the Red Head's Head 