…as concerns the David Foster Wallace quote in the previous linked-to article, something occurs to me: when we are directed to admire the deep and truthful insights of someone who ends up committing suicide because they are manic-depressive (or bipolar, or whatever they are calling it these days), what does that mean about said deep and truthful insights? To me it means “take all this stuff about how much life sucks or whatever with a grain of salt. It could be a sincere and deeply felt insightful and real truth. Or it could be an imbalance of chemicals or as Scrooge says, a piece of bad potato.”
Playing with film cameras. I bought a couple of those one-time use cameras (some of them are cheaper than a roll of film!). And then I got an idea. Photojojo has these on sale for 15 bucks. Well, I don’t want to spend $15 plus shipping just for a few pieces of plastic. So I went to the local office supply store and picked up a few transparent plastic folders in different colors. Sure they aren’t as substantial but it only cost me four dollars. Also, the folders are large, so if the pieces I cut out get all scratched (that’s what I did, cut out some rectangular strips from the folders) I can cut out new pieces. Anyway, I played around with the disposable camera and then I dug out the digital because I wanted to see what it looked like sooner than waiting for development. The results are… interesting. Later I’ll put up the photos on somewhere. After I eat. I have the urge for a bacon sandwich.
PS: other things I’m thinking of doing are hunting up an old “vintage” camera or two that uses obsolete but still available film. And soon — soon my peeps, I will have my Holga. Oh yes. I will.