On a New Passion

Sunday was the first time I tried my hand at wedding videography.

Previously, I’d just done informal shoots for work. Quick webinars, recording talks… that kind of thing. But this weekend was a first for me — and I found out I really love it.

Don’t get me wrong: I still love photography deeply. But it’s much more satisfying to capture a moment in its entirety and not have the fear of missing the shot. The camera is already rolling.

I can’t wait to edit this video together and am going to have a really hard time making it fit just one song (that was requested). Maybe I’ll make them a secret long version, as well.

Here’s a small, unedited teaser, with anonymity in mind:

The Secret To Dieting is Butt Surgery


I recently had butt surgery. Since then, I’ve had a stitch burst and a horrible time even thinking about the toilet or moving anywhere further than 10 feet.

It’s been rough, y’all.

Because of this, I finally stumbled upon the answer. This is the perfect motivation to eat well. I’m always super conscious of the consequences of my dietary actions now. Ludacris amounts of beef and cheese? No, thank you. Now, I eat a lot of veggies in place of beef and cheese. Surgery was expensive but it was effective in so many ways that I did not forsee.



I Am Not Posting About My Butt Surgery on Facebook – A Diatribe on Modern Social Culture

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But I am going to talk about it here. There’s less traffic.

I’m having butt surgery on the 30th. I’m not posting about it on Facebook. Everyone feels like they have to share every tiny little detail on there without actually conversing with anyone, and it’s finally starting to grate on me.

No one talks anymore. No one listens. It’s always, “Did you see my…” “Did you see his/her…”.

It’s really depressing. And it’s not just me — several magazines and websites are devoting time to articles on the loneliness and social media phenomenon, how loneliness is a public health problem, and how Britain just appointed a Minister of Loneliness. Seriously, it took a 15-second search to find this stuff.

I guess in response to all of this, I want people to actually approach and interact with me. Call me. Talk to me. Send me a video chat. I haven’t changed my phone number in 15 years — you’ll get me. But I’m not going to post about my surgery on Facebook. It’s like talking into a void with a weird audience that acknowledges with a reaction but isn’t really there.

How is a blog on it different? This is more of a journal to myself (and the bots that watch it) where I can complain into the ether. Is Facebook like that? Maybe a little, for some. But it’s sad that there is such an audience for that. I don’t want to air my problems to people that will have a nanosecond reaction and move onto a Buzzfeed video.

I’ve needed to journal for far too long, but drafts kept backing up. 72 drafts-worth. I felt like I had to impart knowledge, somehow, to be useful. But the need is growing for me to get my thoughts out and this blog (and my hardback version) have to suffice for now.

How can we all have hundreds of “friends” but feel so desperately lonely?

We need to talk.

Oh, and: