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I went a little crazy this morning over becoming a videographer.

I had been to a web site where the guys do about one video a week of what is going on for them. It is mundane stuff but the videos have this life like presence that is really astounding.

So I spent awhile fantasizing about getting me a GoPro video camera.

I had myself taking videos of the new gardeners working out back (doing a good job incidentally), covering my trip to Boston, London and Toronto in July. Our trip to Big Bear in June.

Maybe videos of the new dog we are talking about getting in the fall.

How about ourselves aging out?

It went on and on.

Then I thought about my history.

I haven't taken a photo (now called an "image") of anything for so long I am afraid to look at my camera to see what is on it. I was going to type in the brand of camera and I cannot recall it. I can't look to see because I am not sure where the camera is.

I remembered growing up with 8mm movies my Dad made. A total fucking embarrassment. He had to show them to everyone and anyone if they came to the house. When he died I didn't even take the movies he made. I just couldn't. Maybe one of my kids have them.

That went through my mind as I considered who I would show them to.

How about the blog? Would you like to see videos of my exciting daily life?

I would not.

Take a look at recent entries. A video about my own nipples? A video of the book that I just finished reading? How about a video of my own thermometer instead of the stock one I used on the heat item?

You get the picture. So to speak.

Perhaps a video would bring new life to the blog. Open the door up for more items.

I could video myself cooking. Going to an AA meeting. Maybe a condo board meeting.

How about my workout at the gym? My friends there. I am sure they would like to say hello.

Then there is the trip to London. I will not see anything other than my friend Lynda's street and house. We might go see the big ferris wheel but probably not.

It would be my Dad all over again.

Few enough people read this as it is. I couldn't afford to lose readers over the boredom of what I could produce videographically.

It is a sweet little machine though.

I used to buy the latest shit whenever it came out.

Those days are over. I can't gin up the adrenaline that drives us to take actions beyond our powers to reason and evaluation. Beyond our means.

The compulsion of owning more gear.

It is gone. Thank the gods.

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