SCATTERED MINDS .....

...heretical, cantankerous,wild, hysterical,

hilarious, colorful, funny, adventurous, vain,

original, sexy, crazy, beautiful,,,,

slap any term in psychology and sociology...

 ...and it's all true folks! 

And it's miles and miles of "bay to breakers".

my diagnosis is simple...

A great majority of the SF population

is stressed out on account of work,

or not working, of passionate relationships,

or the lack of it's magic, in search of the right person,

but there isn't any indication of a return to Peyton Place

not even a faint hello...

or in search of more money and power, etc.

disguised as nuns ...beautiful ladies texting their boyfriends...

which pretty much is the undercurrent throughout

the year.

"howdy!!"

And the only way to relieve itself of tension 

is evident by what we see

every 3rd week of May or

Vesuvius it shall be.

the first call for bay to breakers....
becomes a PDQ signal....

looking to find a place in the sun after the march

It's beyond and within reason and insanity,

B.F.Skinner would be pleased to join the craze.

All segments of society including tourists

tourist posing at twin peaks

partake of the fun and pandemonium.

The energy is superfluous. 

One feels powerless to stop it

should there be a desire.

Participants carry with them their fun filled

souls.

dressed up as militias.... waiting to be seated at Zazzie in Cole valley

Bohemians and non bohemians,

nourishment after miles of marching

the normal and the nut-so-normal.

it's quite a crazy weekend...

exhausted....waiting for a ride

somewhere near north beach....

SFAI commencement

exercises for 2015

were slightly a different kind

of mood....

the place was getting set up for the commencement
celebration

graduates with masters degree

are finally freed of the academic

shackles

and now have their full

time to devote to their

own kind of art.

the rooftop corner where my easel was set up earlier

group pic ops

graduates and guests packed the rooftops

more mementos

"what are your plans???"

plenty of wine, fun and laughter

the rooftop corner

Scene at the courtyard calebration

There goes Ozlem ...now with MFA

i don't know about you 

but i think i'd call it a day

already...

after all, we all

have to return to the

normal functions

of life that

awaits us tomorrow

that's all folks!

abiento! adios!

hasta la vista!

auf Wiedersehen!

sayonara!

jt

SUNDAYS….what in tarnation !!!!

Sundays are usually pretty quiet….

fruits on a hot day 

after church fellowship…uhmmm love it !

 the priest greeting the church goers after the mass

Foxes at Sharp Park

or so it seems….

Golfers at Sharp park enjoying the company of a fox

until something out of the ordinary ….

makes you think different…

Sharp Park Fox

i was on my way to continue my "plein air"session

view of Treasure Island and East Bay

when i felt the wind was too gusty while following 

a tourist on 

his way to twin peaks

Iowan plated car

so i thought to lax the day off and follow the crowd for

what might be exciting…

dismally..I admit, i'm that easy to convince 

when a probable promise of excitement

can happen..even if it were  "sort'a might "...

after all,  Sundays 

are a little too quiet at times…

San Francisco view atop twin peaks 

and nothing could be more disturbing than that...

the strong wind blowing her skirt off at twin peaks

The Twin Peaks is a regular stop for tourists….

 who enjoy the role of playing tourists,,,

they spend plenty of their saved money

for the city coffers...

tourists with warm coffee cups….
just don't fall over the cliff, folks!

other Sundays characterize the city ….

as if one is watching a rerun of "Dirty Harry",

"i'm just sunbathing officer"….

there's a good application of psychology and diplomacy

called for in this situation…

Guerrero and Market St scene

i got an interesting image for tweeter….

get him a new wardrobe,,,,

after a 3 hour stand off…

a promise of a new pair of blue jeans..

took care of the matters for the day….

Meanwhile in the Haight district…..

Yes , I guess we can say, we don't know a lot

about Sundays….

are these scenes indication of crises in life?

At a certain age,,,,we find ourselves at a crossroad….

where one believes and thinks,,,

there's not a step in either direction…

taken or not 

would do any demonstrable difference or impact a 

positive change and enlightenment.

In a  logic class in college, we called this a 

"dilemma"….

it's about making a choice between two

equally undesirable alternatives….

(sometimes this is presented on

 desirable terms...

My ex gf awhile back offered me 

"breast or thigh"?…)

Nowadays, the term used is euphemistically

called middle age crisis. 

Yes, there's a void in life.

The truth is the person's psyche plays 

itself out on his dismal lack of knowledge

and inability to create a remedy to his

perceived problematic situation .

His thinking is paralyzed, pretty much.

To some people, it may just be a simple case

of boredom or lack of sexual excitement,

a loveless state of affairs, some quacks call it

a simple case of ADD (attention deficit disorder).

One might be tempted to conclude life is not compellingly

interesting enough to continue…

and knowing the brevity of life,

one starts thinking,

"there's not a moment to lose"…

and goes out to pursue stupidly impulsive

acts to disturb the lull,

tourists at the De Young Museum

hoping it will lead to a worthwhile equilibrium,

though in equal probabilities, 

it's opening an invitation to nightmarish disaster.

the storm that brought hope to the California drought

Patience not procrastination, is hereby a virtue worth

considering. It's waiting to see, how time with carefully 

calculated response to dilemmas, will unfold.

On the one hand, society has the irresistible habit of clinging to the

argument that good will rise over evil.

Hence , we pit evil against God. 

It is a very difficult way of leaving life to the 

claws of uncertainty. So that when SNAFU 

looms in the offing as a consequence of

inappropriate response,

we quickly switch over to the

non physical dimension and

conveniently succumb to relegating

matters to God for a good 

outcome and believing He will

intervene.

There may in recorded chronicles be a basis

to sustain this spiritual idealism,,,but

to get there is truly perplexing

and necessitates an origin of  dilemmic situation.

By the way, neither breast or thigh 

appealed to me…

they were both carbonized..

she'd never learn how

to grill chicken…

that's all folks!

jt

TIME

time.... i think....

 is relative and only relevant to the individual.....

(assuming we're confining our discourse to the homo sapien}...

there is really no time one can pinpoint and use

 related to 

anything in the universe as we know it or the lack of knowledge thereof....

for even the so called "big bang" cannot yet be pinpointed...

by the great scientists and mathematicians...

there is only time that we can refer to and use with respect

to our physical

existence on the planet....

... from day one or the first minute of birth...

one starts to count time for any purpose related

to growth, accomplishments, failures or loss of opportunities

or inaction or passiveness...

though we are made aware and become consciously aware of time,

it's continued movement is beyond our control....

and as our physical bodies progress from birth till maturity

time only serves as a marker or referral point

to our movement and growth.

to refer to a time last year,

Christmas time in

particular....

SF PEBS

 had a catching up

gathering

at Stonestown

for about 4 hours.

We had fun...greeted each other

warmly and enjoyed the

Godiva chocolates and coffee

Ramon bought...

Theresa and Matt have a kick starter

cd project, Penelope is still

working on her book about

Rizal's travels...Dina, Ksenia, Arina

and Karen couldn't

make it for the gathering, Ramon is

going about his daily routine

of work and not much play,

and I working on my paintings....

there wasn't much new, really ...

though progress might be

said happening in our lives

on an individual basis.

One might say time had slowed down,

or one might claim it's going too fast...

but it's all in relation to the progress or retrogress

happening  in our lives.

To a romanticist....time is not really counted,

but would care to refer to it only to 

enjoy life...

"stop and smell the roses", is his 

favorite adage...

if you're this type of a person,

you can bet there's plenty of us,

since the  beginning of time,

which i really don't have an idea of

when is when....

but who cares ....

for as long as the roses are

there for all of us.

that's all folks!

jt