From Here Out
Friday. I haven't done anything with video. I've looked at a couple of video cameras on B & H thinking in equivalent to my digital camera terms, but equivalent to my digital camera in video cameras made no sense and I went on to look at other, less cumbersome toys. It isn't because I don't like video, I've never done any so I can't tell. I say I'm a street/event/portrait photographer and I don't do landscapes, but I really liked the photographs I took on the Bodie, Death Valley and Yellowstone trip.
Then yesterday I read the business section in the New York Times where their technology guy reviewed the Flip. Small, inexpensive, unobtrusive, easy to use and owned by 15% of the video market. Did I mention inexpensive? I did. So I ordered one. I'll probably have to find video editing software and the like, but maybe I'll get excited and come up with something for YouTube. Heresy? Probably, but I've got to do something around here or I'm going to flip out.
It just came out.
Later. Much later. So it's after seven in the evening, the day having been spent sleeping in late, lunch at the usual place and futzing with www.said-then-says-now.com. There's nothing there other than playing with a couple of links, an html page, something to prototype an idea, but it was fun to do in an afternoon. A happy happenstance, a project to play with, to keep the mind humming, home now having picked up a pizza at a local pizza place; tastes good, not hungry, as it happens, but a sudden need to go out and pick up a pizza having, once must admit, consumed a few flasks of sake starting somewhere around three.
Friday evening, the head in a good place, but a certain jumpiness associated with what? The need for a pizza when I'm not hungry? For the sake? For the fact that Netflix hasn't shipped the first year of The Wire because, one assumes, everyone else ordered it after all the glowing reviews when the last episode of the 5th season aired last week? For the sake? For the fact it's Friday night and I didn't have anything planned? For the sake? And the so readily consumed pizza? For the sake? On a Friday? In Oakland?
Careful now. People will get the wrong idea.
Well, I managed to miss my teeth cleaning appointment yesterday scheduled at three. An appointment I have written on the calendar hanging over the kitchen sink. The large calendar hanging over the kitchen sink that I look at every day and note what's coming. The calendar I must have looked at when I poured that first flask (equivalent to a wine glass) of sake. And the next. I don't like to miss appointments, here in Oakland.
But you forgive yourself.
Oh, of course. One must watch one's appointments lest one be tagged a flake, but no reason to be hyper about it. Might lay off the sake in the afternoons, of course. From here out.