I picked up this Konica T3 from a thrift shop. It had markings inside that said it was once owned by Brian Minter.

I like it a lot, but I feel like it will take a while to master it. The indoors shots I took with the camera seemed to work best, for now. It's also the only SLR I have that has a wide angle-ish lens, which might explain why the indoor shots worked so well. I need to learn to fight the greys for the outdoor ones..

I picked up the Canon AE-1 from a guy on a Facebook group. It's a solid little camera with a working light meter. I love the photos it takes, but can't seem to quite hold the camera level most of the time. I need to figure out what's going on there.

Although I'm not out there playing the dating game at all, I keep Tinder on my phone largely just to maintain my URL and swipe right or left now and then. Lately I've been a little stunned at just how many people simply love camping. I mean, I like camping, but I don't love it. I'm not likely to do it without good company. I will choose music and culture over camping pretty-much every time. If I could live the "aspirational lifestyle," it's unlikely that I'd spend too much of it camping.

After getting kinda' disillusioned by all these supercamper profiles, this article in McSweeney's made me laugh out loud numerous times.

The satire is dead-on.

I understand that people love the outdoors and some people really, really live for it. But the sheer prevalence of outdoorsy profiles makes me feel like getting to spend time outdoors is a matter of status, much like the ability to travel is, or perhaps one's gorgeously sculpted body, or perhaps their app-driven meditation routine, or perhaps their tanned skin, or the way their children are in clubs or on teams for every moment of the waking day.

There's something that discomforts me about filling so much time with deliberate activity. It's as if we've taken the way we've lost our ability to be bored and replaced that boredom with the image of personal completeness. As long as I can fill my time with being outside, I will be happy. And I can post this to my Instagram feed or to my dating profile and I will be happy. I can't quite put it into words, but it's a tone that feels... just a little dishonest.

Or I'm just a dick because I don't live that lifestyle. I mean, I guess I kinda' could: I could find venues where I could play music every night, for example, and finally get my songs recorded and presentable. That would likely be what my own aspirations would look like. 

And perhaps then... I would pummel my own feeds and dating profiles with my life goals.

Susanna Emerson, in her article about the Aspirational Lifestyle, which may have been the first place where I jived with the term, writes,

When I see all these dating profiles that just say "camping, camping, camping," I can't help but feel a little bit of that jealousy—for a lifestyle wherein one has enough time to go camping regularly—and I long, just a little bit, for that sort of freedom with my time. 

And that time may come. I recently finally invested in a tent and sleeping bag for myself, so I'm on my way there. I'm on my way to being able to say "yes" to camping.

As for choosing to go out on my own... I'll still choose a good gig.

​Cheers.