Hmmm. They just now flashed a story on the local news about a group of men in the Philippines (where else?) who are celebrating Easter by having themselves nailed up, each on his own cross. There were photographers in attendance taking pictures through telephoto lenses. Do I wish I were there shooting photographs? What's the weather like in the Philippines in early April? How's their beer? Not good enough.

Sunday I shall descend on the Castro with my new camera bag, fresh batteries and half dozen rolls of film. Let the weather be warm. They are still talking back and forth, the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence and the local Catholic Archdiocese, the bishops feeling there should be some solution to all of this in the spirit of what Easter means, and the Sisters, one must assume, in the middle of a mainline mind blowing media rush are not going to let the current go to ground, so to speak, but kick out the stops, dress for the event. I'm not looking for any strife, but gaudy behavior yes, preferably in a later and softer and more even afternoon light.

Is this Sole Proprietor business getting just a little too sole, too much of a disconnect? Easter rolls around and my focus is on outlandish costumes and putty nosed practitioners of the practically perverse. Well, yeah. Of course. At some point I just get tired of the fuss. I've been through a couple of religious wars in my youth (no sniggering, that was yesterday, day before at the most) and all I remember is the shouting and the hard feelings and not much of anything else. And it's Friday. And I want to play the CD's again I got from Post. And have another drink.