so tonight i’ve been perusing my flickr archives and realized that i’ve been posting mobile photos to the internet (us old timers used to call them mo-blogs) since early 2003. back in those days cingular/att charged me by the kilobyte. each picture i posted would cost about $0.30 USD. what’s sad is i easily would have paid double for the opportunity to digitally document my life from anywhere at anytime.
looking back at these old photos is like blowing the dust off of an old diary and only finding pictures that speak more than any number of words i could have written. i think i’ll pull a few of these up now and again and describe them with the passion of someone showing off their vacation photos.
this is a photo taken on Saturday, 8.7.2004 with my incredibly crappy Treo 600 phone-cam. what you’re looking at through the fuzz is my ticket stub to see “Garden State” at the UC Irvine University Town Centre theatre.
I can remember standing in line to see gardenstate and talking to volunteers working a Kerry ‘04 table. Standing in line with my sister and brandon i asked, “is there anyway we cannot win this election by 7-10%?” November would prove me wrong and reminded me how diverse the thinking is in the good ol’ USofA.
it was also the day before “her” birthday and i would spend this night desperately trying to forget her with willie nelson’s help.
as we walked in and took our seats, i wondered if the guy from scrubs (zach braff) could pull off writing and starring in a film. the lights dimmed and the flim opened with a psychotropic-drugged braff completely numb to his flight crash landing into oblivion. amidst the storm of panic, he reached up and turned on his seat’s vent and felt the cool air blow across his face while the world around him was headed for disaster.
from that moment i was sold. the rest of the film could have been puppets telling knock-knock jokes and i would still have ranked it among my favorites of all time.
when i snapped this picture, i had no clue that years later it would still mean so much.
the next time someone asks me why i insist on documenting my life, i’m going to refer them to this post.
