Tuesday, February 28, 2017

It all depends on what you want...

Uh duh, that guy with the signs, and in the "not so hard on some kinds of terrorism" department...

Some while back a guy I was working with on a film project sat down across from me at lunch and took notice of my watch.

"Is that the sort of watch a DP uses?"

To be honest, I was somewhat taken aback as my watch was of the cheap-as-shit-beat-to-hell-Casio sort of which I'm pretty sure I'd spent all of $14.95 for. Then again, the man asking the question was talent and one never really expects to have sensible conversations with talent unless, of course, the conversation was about the talent's life or a keen particular interest. So, I answered...

"It tells the time."

To which he then proceeded to show me his new $10K+ Rolex which led to his choice of cars, the HIP (but oh so very expensive) neighborhood he lived in, his designer running shoes, and...

I mention this on a boaty blog because I get a lot of emails of the "what sort of boat do I have/what sort of boat do you plan to build" sort that are really just folks trolling so they can enlighten/impress me with the fact that they have a better boat and if they were going to build one they'd build a better boats as well.

Which is OK as I've long known I am not as hip/cool/smart/rich/accomplished as most and I'm the first to admit that. Truth is, I have pretty much zero interest or need to be admired, be better than others, or being part of someone elses ego building exercise. I'm fairly content with who I am and don't feel I need to compare myself to others as the only person I'm in competition with that matters is myself.

What's more important is I really don't care whether you're cruising on a beat up old Catalina 25 or a Gunboat 62. Fact is, most other people on boats don't either and, as long as you don't T-bone them , wake them, or anchor too close, they'll think you are just fine.

Now I have some shelves to build so I can get back to the important project of a cat powered compost slinging trebuchet for the foredeck.

Listening to Halo Maud

So it goes...