Grant Brünner: Bassguy

As an adult, I have never owned a device dedicated to taking photographs. I have borrowed some from friends for class. I have used my mother’s for a family reunion. I even had one for work-related purposes that was purchased and owned by the company I worked for. Up until today, I have never owned a camera of my very own.

I went and bought a Nikon Coolpix L120 today, and I’m very pleased with it. I also bought one of those overpriced “super mega ultra fast” SDHC cards. I was assured by the spikey-haired Best Buy clerk that it makes all the difference in time between shots. (He must know what he’s talking about, right? RIGHT?!) 

I spent a lot of time mulling over the Steve Jobs thing last night and this morning, and I decided that I’ve been putting it off for too long. One day — hopefully many decades from now — I’ll be dead too. The only things that will remain of me are:

1. My husk
2. My genes if I’m lucky enough to have children
3. The memes I have created and/or passed on

I want to document as much of my life as possible. It may seem narcissistic. Maybe it is. I don’t know, but I know that I really, really appreciate the pictures, recordings, and memories I have of my loved ones. It breaks my heart to think about not leaving enough of myself for anyone who ever cared about me.