These are weird times. Game Stop stock is a good example. Bitcoin is another. I don't understand any of it, really. The N.Y. Times tried to explain what a hedge fund manager does this morning. I'm sure they did, but it just sailed over my head. Money is a game I don't understand very well at all. I am not a corporate guy. I always lose quickly at the gaming tables. I guess that is just a part of my charm.
So. . . how to explain the unveiling of all the great new digital cameras by Fuji, Sony, etc.? There have never been cameras so great. I want them all. Not some of them--all of them. Q said, sure, you would be a fool not to buy them. They are a great investment. You can never go wrong buying digital cameras. Of course he was being sarcastic, but neither of us are reasonable fellows (though of late he sounds like a broker when we talk about money). Eventually, we will break and buy something outlandish and big. What else is there to do in this meager life?
For much of the pandemic, I carried cameras on my daily walk, a different one each day, each time taking a different focal length lens. It was a good exercise. I learned much, though I can't say I made any good pictures. Recently, I've not had much interest in carrying a camera. I walk the same streets, take the same pictures, and finally I am bored with it. I never take my phone with me, either. I am not so much a phone guy. I forget to take it with me when I leave the house often. But the other day I took it on my walk because it has a Health-O-Meter function that tells you how far you have walked. It is fascinating, really. And I have learned that it tells you much more than that. It tells you how many floors you have climbed, of course, but now, I learn, it tells you the speed you have travelled over a given distance, how long you stood with both feet on the ground, and the variation in the length of your strides from one let to the other. This last measure can be most disturbing as many mental and physical health issues can be measured by stride. Alzheimer's patients, for instance, wobble considerably when they walk if asked to count backwards from 100. My knee has been killing me from what I predict is a torn meniscus, so my stride turned out to be uneven. Surely it is the knee, right? Some of these measurements, given the imprecise nature of their cause, should be banned. Today I will try counting backwards when I walk just to check.
Anyway (my mother's favorite prologue to a coming statement), I had my phone and not a camera, and I decided to take photos using my Hipstamatic program. The thing is just damn fun. It can be complicated getting the filters and the "lenses" and the "films" set up to give you the effect you desire, but mistakes can be productive, too. I took the picture above with the Hipstamatic, and I like it as much as anything I took all pandemic. Why do I need an expensive camera when I can do this with my phone?
As a result of people using their cell phones as cameras in recent years, camera sales have fallen drastically--by 54% in 2020 alone. So now, when people are not buying cameras, camera companies are bringing out all of their new models.
Like I say, my business acumen is in the negative numbers.
Biden: Week 1. I'd give him a big thumbs up. The boy's got balls. I'm not saying any of it is going to work or going to last, but Biden is trying to deliver on a slough of promises. I'll give him that. The New Green Deal stuff is thrilling. And he's paying attention to the Covid crisis. There are other things I don't agree with, but he has had the courage of his convictions. Well. . . I guess you could say the same for Trump. But I know which side of the line I fall on.
I got up very early this morning, five o'clock. When I walked into the kitchen, the death smell had abated. Now, however, it has come back with a vengeance. WTF? Surely this has to be the last day of it. I am cursed.
I think I'll go back to bed. I have an appointment with the surgeon late this afternoon and it is giving me a lot of anxiety. You know what they say? When you go to the barber, you get a haircut. I'm hoping its a good one.
ReplyDeleteOh. I need to just clarify. Again.
While my Poet was a constant (I mean constant) critic of my writings. Always giving me long critical comments or short ones ("This stinks but it was at least reaching.").
I very rarely changed a word of whatever he was criticizing. I would ALWAYS take his view and education as just that an Education but rarely did I change anything he said I should. Rather like the "anxiety of influence," I would just let the writings be and consider his ripping. Or take it like Pound's talking of criticism being only good for the next work.
I was a bad girl student.
"Speak against unconscious oppression, Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative, Speak against bonds."
Pound. I know you love him.
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Okies. I have a seminar the next two days. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
one more.
"If a man isn't willing to take some risk for his opinions, either his opinions are no good or he's no good."
I haven't read your Daily News yet. Will tonight. Hope you get a good haircut.
Oh I guess I did see that last bit. about the hair cut cause it shows up on top of my writing box.
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ReplyDeleteI used to be just fantastic at making money. I spent it all, traveling the globe, becoming a member of every museum I ever walked in to, saving elephants, funneling the money to the kids during their years at expensive private colleges - paying expensive private colleges. Keeping the Poet happy and housed. Acquiring some nice art.
I got an IRA statement today. At least I've done that for a while. Tax season is coming. I'm fucked, of course, because the IRS hates me - the State too. I received a notice the other day about the year 2016.
Can you imagine?
The business of selling expensive art, antiques and luxury items was fun and exciting. But being honest and reporting everything just caused me a tremendous amount of aggravation. And has cost me thousands in attorney fees.
I should have just shoved all that money (seriously, I used to have, sometimes up to $20K cash in my pocketbook some weekends. I'd take it to T's house and we'd spread it out and count it in bed. I used to bring the boxes of jewelry over there as well, bars of gold - stupid really what people accumulate and many, most were still miserable - wanted more, wanted, wanted, wanted things) into a suitcase and lived out of it.
I'm ever amazed that little ole me became a target for them when people like - well our former President - get away with what they get away with. I guess I made just enough to wear a bullseye.
Ah well. Days gone by. I did get to sell some beautiful things. Like a very thin, stunning to hold in your hands Patek watch. Many special watches - an antique Tiffany 18K gold pocket watch that I found in a box of letters in a basement. Diamonds rubies, Louis Vuittons like they were going out of style - some big antique ones - trunks - paintings, sculptures, rare books. There's little of the "wealthy set" I haven't held, researched, sold.
You never ever knew what you might find in the houses I was invited into.
But it has a cost, that business, that life, too. And honestly, for me, there was a sickness to it. I don't quite have the same affection for that lifestyle as you. It all seemed so faux after a while.
But to each his/her own in the search for a Good Life.
Anyways. We might have blizzard conditions in the morning. I might get to do the remainder of my seminar from home tomorrow. THAT WOULD BE AMAZING. I could supine on the sofa and pretend I'm interested with no one but the dogs to bother me.
This seems to be our weather pattern. We get through December and most of January and then get screwed February and March. Tho last year was we had little snow.
I need a vacation. Even just a night in a hotel. Two nights. Or a little Inn where the owners make a super breakfast in the morning. But honestly, just to go to a hotel - and order room service - with my own true love. Different walls, different view. Some sweetness.
I hate to whine and sound like a twat. I shall put that away for now. But man wouldn't a massage be divine ?
I haven't really read the news. It bores me. I saw the Gamestop thing explained in a sentence and I saw it explained by Trevor Noah as Margo Robbie in "Wolf of Wall Street." I still don't care or understand.
Okies, U. Enjoy the Wolf Moon. Give a howl for me. I can't see it. xo
oh wait - it was "The Big Short." One of my favorite movies. Margo Robbie - right?
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