Impossible Expense

"Where are the Impossible pictures" you ask?  I can't make one every day.  "Why not?  They're instant."  But they cost $20 a pop.  I have to figure out how to pay for them. See the picture I just posted?  It cost me nothing but time.  Well, after paying rent on the studio and buying lights and cameras and paying the electric bill. . . .  But after that, I'm home free.

So the reality of buying the 8x10 camera to shoot instant film has hit me.  What was I thinking?  As usual, I was dreaming rather than thinking.  Thinking is O.K., but dreaming. . . oo-la-la.

And so I begin today's post in the worst way possible--talking about dreams and money.  There is nothing more boring than other people's dreams or their concern with money except for other people's dreams about money.

Or vacation pictures.

Or talking about work.

Jesus. . . I should have made this list before I began the blog.

At least I don't opine about sports.

I watched a Showtime special on Hugh Hefner last night.  I didn't mean to.  After I got home from my second job, I heated up some tomato soup and poured some wine and collapsed in front to the television.  I was planning to watch a show I recorded Sunday night, "Boardwalk Empire," but the Hefner piece came on and had just started.  I thought I'd just look and see.  But I was pulled in, hook, line, and sinker.

The show was about Hefner the Social Radical.  I remember it all.  I grew up with it.  The Playboy Philosophy wasn't about being a Playboy (a term my mother once used about a friend of mine so derisively that I realized what it meant--a boy, not man, who played like a child rather than work and who had never truly matured).  It was the most liberal social agenda of its time.  As a youth, I read the magazine every month cover to cover.  As Hefner said, if he didn't have the bunnies, Playboy would have been a literary magazine.  In just three years, Playboy had surpassed Esquire magazine in sales and was paying more per word for stories than Esquire.  I never got to see "Playboy After Dark", the syndicated television show Hefner hosted and produced, because I grew up in the south.  I'm certain it would have changed my life for the better.  He was an early activist for racial and sexual equality, for the repeal of draconian sex and drug laws, etc.

I'm not advocating.  I know about the cheesy parts.  They influenced me, too.  I'm just saying.

Maybe I should apply to the Playboy Foundation for a grant that would pay for the Impossible film.  Someone has to.  I have to figure that out.