I’ve told you he had a thing for puzzles. He also had a thing for keyboards. Related, I believe, to speculations about coding and wordplay of numbers games that all begin with recording symbols in people’s minds.
Doesn’t this resemble a keyboard?
Technically, it’s just a box containing letters for the word game ‘Anagrams’.
But that’s not how he appears to be using it here:
You can tell which symbols he cares about because he keeps
coming back to them, reworking them in different contexts.
What’s on this damn computer that has such a determined trickster at the keyboard?
That’s a snapshot of the most commonly used apps. Except for Word, they’re all freeware.
Almost 75,000 image files. The majority undeleted work-in-process
files for his thousands of graphic and video projects.
So we have a prolific cheapskate user of free software doing random stuff on an old iPad. Or we have a poor man trying to do serious work with limited resources. Except that he often sounds unserious.
He’s obsessed with selfies, for example, which to be fair he seemed to rely on mostly for experimenting with image filtering apps in combination. (He seems to have been a virtual recluse without a pool of volunteers to photograph.) The hundreds of selfies are certainly not all flattering, but he’s not above glamorizing his own face for effect. Except who was he making fun of here? Himself or us with this tribute to his 72nd birthday?
Why would he identify as a dragonfly? Goofy photographically if not metaphysically…
There’s no doubt thst he has his share of finished works, which he’s proud to celebrate like the acknowledged egotist he is.
Here he pretends it’s all about the pug.
But the iPad is also a link to about 50 Blogger websites in various states of completion, creation, and disrepair or abandonment. He had a Facebook page he updated multiple times every day and an active blog totaling more than a million words of posts and over a quarter million visitors in 4 to 5 years’ time (a year without posts in there for reason). Why is he so obsessed about preserving his private junkyard and wishing it on me? What if it all just went poof? Would that matter in any material way?
What I’m trying to decide for myself. I’m not sure. Sometimes I remind myself that everyone has boxes and closets of old stuff they can’t bring themselves to throw away. Why wouldn’t writers be the same way? Not every idea is good. Let the bad ones go. Other times, I remember his reference to work not complete but no unfinished business. Thinking maybe I should choose to cast a vote one way or the other on that. I think that’s what he was asking me. You too.
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