Font conference. ‘Nuff said.

When I first heard the word “lomo” I thought it was a cut of meat. Lomo is the Tagalog (also Visayan) word for tenderloin. But when I read up on it I realized that it was not only the name of the Russian makers of the camera, but also of the technique by which blurriness, oversaturated colors or off-kilter angles are now considered chic when they used to be—well, bad photography.

Lest the lomo enthusiasts start giving me flak about my statement above, I would like to come on record as having spend more than half my salary in the mid-90s on film and film processing on this Minolta which is an heirloom from my aunt, now in Seattle, Washington, US of A, and comfortably ensconced in the digital age. I too consider myself as ensconced, but not as much as I would like to be, as my idea of ensconce-ment is a digital SLR. Maybe in a year or two I would have a hand-me-down DSLR but until then …

Which brings me back to this Minolta, which has not been used since I got my first digital camera (another hand me down) in 2003. I’ve cleaned the parts that can be reached by cotton swabs, and I’m hoping that when I go out to get ASA 100 film the shutter will work and I will be able to take pictures with it again.

You know how the saying goes. According to bartleby.com, “A person who never takes time off from work becomes boring and bored.” Bored, yeah, all the time. But boring? Ah, that’s different. One should never ever sink to the depths of boredom inducement. Not when you have the chance to attend a party and watch a band play acoustic and drink a lot of beer.

The occasion was the 15th anniversary fellowship of the Jacques deMolay Memorial Lodge No. 305 F. & A.M of which my husband Sam is the current secretary. There was good food, flowing drinks, and a band called Pack of Wolvz played a few songs.

Personally I don’t drink, but I didn’t keep these fellows from unwinding after a whole week’s hard work.