Walking the Dog

Sometimes its difficult to know what to do next. I am sleeping and then I wake up and go to work but what about after that? There is all this time to fill in and I am standing here with no ideas, not even knowing if I am bored or not.

Luckily though, it isn't as bad as all that. I buy objects and the use of the objects structures my leisure hours.  With some objects the use-value is obvious. Other objects though are more obscure. I bought this video camera and it took a fair amount of time to learn how to use it and all its fancy digital titling and graphics effects, but after that I put it away because I couldn't think of anything to do with it. But it was so expensive I felt it hadn't lived up to its use-value potential so I had to figure out what else I could do with it.

I decided to take walks with it, up and down these streets, as if it were a dog, always a different route. Most people are asleep, and dreaming, and a lit window attracts attention in this city, so late at night, a lit window with no curtains, no blinds. I never look in these windows but when I do I know what I will see.

Sometimes I think I am like Frank Sinatra, then I try to think of specific examples of similarity, actual points where our beings might overlap and of course can think of none.

Take care of the minutes and the hours take care of themselves.