Juliet vs. Felix

I got up around 10:30, and staggered to my car. There was an Einstein Bros. somewhere nearby, and I drove up and down High Street in search. I grabbed two large coffees, one lemon poppyseed muffin and one mango orange muffin. Over breakfast, Juliet and I talked about my blog. We had a really interesting conversation about the act of photographing something being a death in and of itself. To take a photo, you need to remove yourself from the moment; through the desire to record the present, we are actually acknowledging its mortality.

A lot of my concerns were mentioned in this talk. Was I going around with my eyes open, content whore that I am, looking for things to add to this blog? Was I assessing conversations and experiences solely in terms of what could and could not be considered "usable" content? It seemed a scary notion. Do the benefits of "capturing" a particular moment outweigh the possibility that I am sacrificing memory for history?

In short, I began to feel it was dangerous to want to record everything. If you spend all your time recording, you lose a lot of time living.

But…

I did make it a point to take a picture of breakfast. The juxtaposition of the way Juliet ate her muffin, as opposed to my way, was way too interesting to pass up. :)

Content whore!