I’m not the list-y guy, like Rob in High Fidelity, or even Jack Black’s ‘fave’ guy; I roll on and off, with the punches, like Dicky Fox in Jerry Maguire. So for 2009, I don’t have lists, but memories, of what I can recall or ‘listed’ down.
One good thing is Google Calendar. I used to write my weekly schedule on paper, and then moved over to Excel. Since the file is in the office, when I get home, I forget what’s written, entirely. Since I’m online most of the day, I’ve then used Google Calendar for scheduling things. It’s super. And I get to share the details (If I want to). I can also sync it to BlackBerry; but of course, mine is archaic and I’m not the techie guy either.
I have somebody with me now. Like a deep relationship kind of somebody. Even love is a too broad and misunderstood word (or feeling). We agree on most things (and most would mean about almost everything in human psyche, even those that border parallel realms, dimension, insanity and cute things—like weird laughs). We don’t agree on taste and anything I’m aloof on. What I won’t say would spurn more arguments and angry sentiments.
I still don’t know what my interests are. And I mean f-u-l-l interests. I know what I like, sometimes. But what I would die for, or electrifies my nerves, I don’t. I used to think: cars, art, graphics, words, movement, bodies, dance, music, cinema, and the like. I don’t. Because with my forgetful brain, they escape me all the same. Now I’m not the most forgetful man, but I tend to lose information when I’m nervous, agit, impossible. Imagine I’m at a photo shoot and I keep on forgetting my stuff (batteries, wires, memory cards, poses, lighting, smiles, etc.) I drink to calm myself down.
I’m not exactly a thrifty person too. I can save and not eat lunch. But I pay double on postage and bid excessively when I want something. So part of this year was spent buying things I want and not used that much.
This year would be my decline in music. Imagine the whole day online, with itunes and genius, with a ‘new’ ipod, with last.fm, and more net radios, classical music, I still can’t hear the difference between a Bach and Beethoven (it’s exaggerated). We’ve (band) also started recording, yes, but live playing and influential music coming in—zilch. Although this year, I’ve heard more Jeff Mangun and Kristian Matsson, for personal and romantic reasons.
This is also the year I’ve seriously started to develop my photographic skills, even though it’s still shit. I’ve delve more in the works of contemporary artists, and trying to do more ‘commercial’ skills. Funnily, I can’t seem to pose someone for a ‘nice, commercial, likeable’ portrait of a friend; Artists, they can pose on their own, I don’t have to do anything, just arrange the lights and click. But seriously, looking at my flickr for the past year, I haven’t produced anything substantial (in my sense). I was supposed to submit a portrait portfolio for a workshop, but didn’t push thru because the lack of material.
Actually, that sums up the year. The lack of production—on anything. Two screen-printed shirts! C’mon. *Face Slap!*
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Now gearing up for more pieces of everything this coming decade.
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