So I have moaned about my computer (ie photography livelihood in many ways) (SPINNY BALL OF DEATH) and my poor hunk of Mac trying to process a catalog of over 60,000 photos (even though they are technically all stored on external hard drives) for a while now. Quite a few panic attacks and moments of sudden emotional lashing out– that family and loved ones are privy to every now and again. Weekly.
I had been waiting to take the New Computer Plunge until I paid my taxes. I am lucky to be an American. I like schools, I like roads, I like freedom. I do. I liked that $2600 bucks in my account that I was lucky to save and be able to use to pay my taxes. Now I can move on to new goals! Whew.
Most of my goals are more fun than that. Swerrrrrr.
So there was an attempt at a temporary fix by a sweet stuff lending me his old (oh so new and glorious at the time) desktop computer to use only to process photos. Another computer expert dude had mentioned that a desktop would just be more adept in general than a laptop at processing and working on the amount of photos I go through.
Then while trying to set it up, add photo editing software, etc. I said, “Oh hey, can I empty the trash on your desktop?”
Him..sitting right next to me..”Sure, I never do.”
Me..opening trash.. “Oh are these songs in here repeats from your iTunes? ”
Him, “Oh yeah, totally.”
Me, “Ok..wow you have a lot of things deleting.”
Him, “Well I never have emptied the trash since I bought the computer.”
Turns out he had SOMEHOW but his freaking iTunes in his trash. So I pretty much deleted his ENTIRE unique music collection…with him sitting next to me approving the decisions.
Technology kills a day, a moment, a relationship. Again.
Him, “I don’t have possessions, I go to music, now I have NOTHING. This is why I should do things myself and be in control and be independent..blah blah blah.” I am a man. I am a rock. I am an island. La la la.
Raging mad. At me.
Me, of course, raging mad too..and horribly sorry. Wanting to go back 5 minutes. Mad about the situation and feeling like shiiii because I am entirely stressed about the initial point of trying to process photos for clients already.
Self-employment is bigtime fun. With benefits like setting your own hours and pulling out your own teeth when you can’t afford to go to the dentist, who can resist?
It’s a day later, and already a bit better.
I watched a short documentary about a commune type place called the Mesa tonight..and I felt happy to have heat, and a bubbling city, as well as natural beauty around me.
I am grateful my parents were hippies with glorious roots and gardening skills. I am also grateful they didn’t move us to a commune like the Mesa, but instead we ended up with an amazing community from Montana, to Whatcom County, Washington.
Here is a gangster photo of my family..minus Rio, who made the hoodies..for you to enjoy.
(Yeah, we always look this good on Christmas Day. Guaranteed. We also have an annual rip-roaring Christmas Eve Party. Go figure. )