The True History of Our Time

I was looking through my old files the other day trying to find something that I wanted to show someone.  Enough indefinite pronouns for you?  But I am not very organized.  No, I am not organized in any way at all.  My files are random messes of unrelated things.  I try.  I truly do.  When I put them on the hard drives, there was a plan.  I know there was.  But when I did it, as some author almost famously said, only god and I knew what it was.  Now only god knows.  So I had to spend hours looking through folders, subfolders, thousands and thousands of images. . . and surprising little videos.  You probably do this, too.  You think something is noteworthy or cute, and you make a little video on your digital camera or phone.  You download it to the computer and never look at it again.  Right?  I have done that more than I thought.  And so there was life in the digital age made up of random snippets of things that make a menagerie of what life used to be like "back then."  I spent a long time watching it/them.  In the end, I thought, "What do I do with these?"

I tried to email them to people, but that proved to be either impossible because of the file size or unsatisfactory when I shrunk them down to a size that I could mail.  I will figure it out.  They are so randomly crazy and beautiful.  Keep making them, people.  They are the true history of our time.

That and selfies.  I think, though, that you have to be naked or partially naked to officially be able to call it a selfie.  But that has changed and I have little interest in them any more.  If you are going to keep your clothes on, make it video.  It is easier to position yourself so that you look O.K. in a still photo, but it is almost impossible to hide your shortcomings when the pictures move.

Oh. . . by the way, today is NOT the 4th of July.  I was way off yesterday.  Now, though, I'm back on everyday time.  I'm back with the masses.  It would be good to get the whole thing over with today, though, for last night I took an Advil P.M. and slept for 9.5 hours.  That shit works so well they are sure to take it off the market soon.  Load up now.  Those shelf-life dates are bullshit.  I'm just a little hungover with the aftereffects now, but that will pass.  Still I want only to spend the day on the couch or in bed reading and watching something good.  And there are lots of things to choose from, even if it is just re-watching something like "Mad Men" for the fourth time.

Finally. . . at last finally. . . there is this (link).  That is what I try to do in life and art.  Why didn't I think of trying it in commerce?