no, no…the above "home alone" is not the title of my upcoming piece on work and relationships….sounds like it could be though doesn’t it?? ….no, i am not ready to write that piece just yet…another day….some good comments are still coming in…some truly poetic thoughts…..i will wait…or is that called stalling???
no, my home alone has nothing to do with anything other than i am truly enjoying being home alone…i had an early evening meeting with mark lubell, magnum’s new york director, and my friend marie with a "job with no title" card hanging around her neck….marie sort of does everything for me (thanks marie!!), but has this last year evolved into running my personal workshop programs…mark, marie and i are planning magnum’s new educational program for emerging photographers…like you!!…somehow i got roped into leading this by my colleagues at a meeting where i was not present!!
anyway, meeting over….marie is finalizing a bad cold and went home to sleep early…mark had another appointment…no "take out" tonight…my neighbor, aussie photog david coventry, came by to have a beer, saw the meeting going on and said he would come back later….he never came back..home alone
now this is the "apple", so there can be no doubt that if i made about two phones calls i could find out about some photo function or group gathering or gallery opening or some kind of new york "action" scene or whatever in about 10 seconds or less….it is even likely that i am actually supposed to be somewhere…somebody might be thinking i will walk through the door at any moment….i forget stuff all the time….but i did not pick up the phone to find out….silence..
i turn on my neon "bar" lite….tweak leonard cohen just a little louder, but not too loud to wake little eva, 8, who lives next door…open a cold corona….i flip through a couple of new photo books…i wonder if i can afford peter beard’s new masterpiece….i start to think about what i am supposed to be thinking about….so much is going on around me now that i have to think like a race car driver or something…
total concentration….eyes straight ahead…..but i am not a race car driver….i am not in a race car…..i am driving a jeep cj ,top off, driving down the beach with the waves breaking green and the seagulls scrambling out of my way and all i can see straight ahead is just more pristine beach and high dunes…nobody else…..all alone….
so my weird way of dealing with stress is to totally pretend there isn’t any….i do get classically stressed for short periods of time, but quickly apologize to everyone around me…my overall demeanor, under the worst of conditions (like now), is pretty casual and even overly playful i think…but, you had better get a responsible second opinion from marie!!!
home alone seems pretty sweet in any case ….i wrote an e-mail to my girl…wanted to chat , but she is 6 hours ahead and sleeping (or at an all night club!!)….thought about looking at "living proof" dummy, but did not have the psychological energy to think about if the pictures were in the right place or not…so, i drifted over here to my cluttered desk, with absolutely nothing on my mind at all, and my fingers and my subconscious did the walking….very strange….
but that’s all folks…done…over….i am heading up to the rooftop…there is the most delicious weather in history happening right now..the reason i live here is because of the rooftop view…i surely hope that i do not meet anybody up there……