Project 313 – Post No. 17

There isn’t a day that passes without me crossing something that spikes my interest in completely new and different directions. 

On the one hand, that keeps life interesting and fresh. On the other hand — if I would let it — it can be a bit depressing. I mean, so many things that I would like to do and there’s just not enough time left. 

Then, I remember . . . there never was. Enough time, that is.

We can set our sights on many things and lightly touch all of them or narrow our focus and delve a bit deeper into fewer subjects. We can further narrow our vision and interest and become knowledgeable in two or three areas of interest. Or, we can decide one subject is our passion and explore the crap out of it. 

My approach has been to aim for an above-average knowledge in many subjects while stopping short of being an expert in any one of them.

That’s also the approach I’ve taken with physical activities. While I’ve explored many interests, there were many more that not only I’ve not been able to pursue, and are now outside the possibility of me pursuing no matter my level of interest.   

Some people will tell you it’s never too late and there’s always time, but that’s just not true. 

Actor, musician, martial artist, politician, investment banker, pilot, sailor, lawyer, teacher, chef, architect, carpenter, car racer . . . the list goes on and on. 

Sure, I could pick one or two and still pursue them as personal goals but — realistically — the odds are stacked against me both because of age and opportunity. 

Even smaller and less ambitious goals are slowly dropping off the list of possible achievements.

Walking on all seven continents, sailing the seven oceans, seeing the pyramids, the Great Wall of China, having a discussion with the Pope and explain to him where and why he — and, by extension, his church — is wrong. It would be interesting discussing case law with members of the Supreme Court, attend a luncheon with the Firefly cast, drive the moon rover (on the Moon), soar in the Martian atmosphere, and watch a Neptune sunrise. 

There’s just not enough time. But, I’m not asking for sympathy nor want consolation for I always knew I could only ever do so much, and while I don’t know how much longer I have — or even what I will and will not do — I’m not unhappy about what I have been able to do and not sad about things left undone . . . other than the Pope thing; I really would like to straighten that whole mess out. 

Some might still say “we shall see” but I say . . . we seashells. 

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On a completely different tack, where the heck is the P1000? Nikon has been dropping hints and leaking rumors and yet, here we are at the end of April and there’s no announcement.

Why do I care? Honest, if I could get a slight improvement out of a single camera with an obscene zoom range, I’m certain I would get rid of all the other camera equipment I own. 

Mind you, I still think about dropping multiple $K on more capable cameras and better lenses, but the practical side of me asks “why?”

I don’t plan on selling photos and even if I did, who’d buy them? I certainly don’t plan to interact with people and do shoots for families, weddings, executions, or funerals. The majority of what I do is eventually viewed on tiny screens that aren’t even color-calibrated. Honest, I could just post phone photos and most people wouldn’t be the wiser (I already post many phone photos and unless obvious or I mention it, I don’t think people know).  

As with everything else, I do photography for me, and I’ve already reached the level I’m happy with. I could shoot for marginal improvements but to what end? Like with many things, once I “know” I could do better, it’s not as attractive a goal, especially if there are diminishing returns. Perfection is not an actual goal of mine in anything I do. I shoot for “a bit better than most” and even then I probably cheat by inflating the value and quality of what I do. Well, not “inflating” per se . . . more like saying “I like it” even if it looks like crap.

Once you say that, you can stop working on something. That’s the approach parents these days take with their offspring; they overlook all the faults and think they’ve created a masterpiece.

You know what I think I would enjoy? Being a cartoonist. I don’t mean a widely successful, but rather capable of presenting a visual joke.

Yeah, like that. 

I still have plans to take drawing classes and potentially come up with my own style and characters I could then lend a voice to. 

The problem? I know I can copy things, but I don’t know if I can come up with original stuff.

I’m Crossed

Well, OK, I can draw this stuff, but that’s with little intent or purpose.

That’s the same problem with writing . . . my ideas seem (and are) nothing but a rehashing of stuff that already was (that’s where — after all — I get my ideas from). And yes, at an intellectual level I know there’s nothing new and that everything is derivative.

Maybe that’s it. Maybe what I really want is to come up with something uniquely mine. But, everywhere I look . . . it’s been done. 

Ear wax sculpture . . . done.

Toenails clippings art . . . done. 

You name it, it’s been done. 

Wait . . . I might have misspoken; toenails clippings art . . . I don’t see anything on Google(TM) . . . hmm . . . Ah, no; THERE it is. 

And . . . that’s it

Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.

You can read about Project 313 HERE.

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13 Responses to Project 313 – Post No. 17

  1. oneowner says:

    I wanted to do cow pie sculpture, but that’s been done, too.

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  2. When you get that audience with the Pope can I please come and watch?

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    • disperser says:

      Well, negotiations are ongoing but we’re hung up on the venue.

      I wanted it to be at the Vatican so I could visit the museums after our sit-down, but the Curia is adamant on Cica Cica Boom. I’m uncomfortable with that choice because I don’t know if he would listen to anything I had to say.

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  3. Pied Type says:

    Me too! I want a front row seat at that Pope thing.

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    • disperser says:

      Well, I didn’t know there was such a high demand.

      It’s a lot more likely to happen if I can offer the Curia some money from ticket sales. Apparently, doing things for money is a thing with them. Perhaps I should get a promoter to organize the thing. So far it’s been just me sending emails.

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  4. Photo: Ah! Seashell beauty!
    Cartoon: I snorted! And I’m still laughing!
    Doodle: X marks the spot, Dot!
    Toenail art wouldn’t cost much to create. I’m sure you could get the toenails at a discount from Toenails R Us. (HA!)
    Hmm…how about nose-hair weavings???
    I’d pay to watch you engage the Pope in conversation. I’d be rooting you on!
    I think of Col. Sanders, Grandma Moses, Harry Bernstein…but you’re right…most people got a start much earlier than these.
    HUGS!!! :-)

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  5. AnnMarie says:

    Count me in!!! I could lend my Italian translation services when necessary.

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