My wife and I are watching the AMC series “Halt and Catch Fire.” We love it. The beginnings of the tech world unfolding in front of us. Remember the “Commodore 64?” I do. Well, it gets full billing in this series, along with all the other tech stuff that began to arrive in the early 1980s. Sure, it’s a bit soap-opera-y but I’m okay with that.
There is a scene in Season Four, Episode 06 where one of the main characters, played by Scoot McNairy, has a huge stack of “stress journals” he’s keeping because his physical health is eroding and keeping the books is part of his recovery. And then he decides to burn them all. A way of letting go to the idea he isn’t 100%.
The scene ends and my wife asks “Are you going to do that with your journals?” You see, I keep journals, as I’ve mentioned before. Keeping a journal is one of the most important parts of my life. The journal is my secret garden. A safe place for ideas and thoughts that might not be mainstream enough to land softly on the ears or eyes of the modern snowflake.
I have hundreds of these books. I have a slide in one of my decks that shows stacks of journals drying on my patio. Yes, I let a few of my babies get wet. I made THIS image at the same time. Drying on the patio. Ooops. But oh well.
Back to my wife’s question. “Probably,” is my answer. I don’t get attached to many physical things. Sure, there is the Leica, the Blad, my Fujis, my wife, but not in this order. I could rid myself of these things and not skip a beat. (The wife would require some work!) It’s just paper, after all. And the ideas, once on paper, live forever in the drop-down menus of my mind.