I’ve been playing with the new
iPhoto all day, and decided it was finally time to take the plunge, and import all of my old pictures into it. So I went to my documents folder and grabbed the “My Pictures” folder that I…didn’t have anymore. That’s right. I somehow completely destroyed not only every single digital image I’ve collected since I owned my own computer, but also all of my documents and data I’ve collected since my freshman year of college.
All of it.
Every single paper I wrote, every single picture I took, every scrap of information I ferreted away for use on another day. It’s kind of sad, since there were pictures of people that I don’t see much anymore, will never see again, and aren’t actually available to do so. I guess I’ll never be able to publish my brilliant paper on the effects of rap music on white adolescents in West Virginia now.
What’s worse is that I would have
never noticed, had I not been planning on importing all those pictures. I must have trashed them by mistake when I was getting rid of my G4 Tower late last fall. Silly me.
It’s kind of liberating though. There’s something very frightening about releasing yourself from the familiar, be it a hometown or a set of documents, physical or digital, that have stayed with you for a long time. There’s the undercurrent of asceticism in all good liberals, or at least there should be. (
note sarcasm) At least for me, it actually does feel really good to try and rid myself of all the crap that I’ve accumulated. There are some things, obviously, that I’m not losing anytime soon, including a Panda, a couple hoodies, and a way to keep in contact with my friends, be it cell phone or computer.
So I’m going to go think about my newfound freedom, and you all are going to send me any pictures that you have either of me and you, or just of you, or just of me, or just of anything that you think I’d like.
justinª