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for the course. yellow brick wall to the no-place-like-home place. short, short ride (on my two-wheeled cart, yes, yes) over the asphalt tide (it was mid- to low) to get coffee, eavesdrop on entrepreneurs, get a quarter roll. then past the now-ubiquitous rich-white-girl-with-nice-equipment photo shoot; didn't know we lived in such a marvelously backdropped locale--these overrated restaurants sure are so unique, apparently, wrapped in their cloned presentation as they are. poor kids, lined up, firing-squad style, before that eggshelled telephoto. finally: inside, sweet indoors, garbage canless but cool.

tomorrow: the parents arrive barring any medical stoppage per my mom's new doctor. i am so looking forward to taking their portraits; my most anticipated Blip(s) thus far, i'd say.