Along time ago in a far away reality a random access editing tool was born out of the fear and squalor of linear methods of stacking picture and sound bits in a fungible predestined order. A system built on Apple’s upstart architecture was foisted upon a world of trim bins, dirty dupes, and countless open re-edits of arcane EDL list management disciples. The decidedly nonlinear AVID Media Composer was born into a world full of nattering nabobs of negativity.
But Another Version Instead of Deciding seized the day.
The hangover left by such flexibility and indecision led to my internal dissonance which threw my normal Harmony out of phase causing me to Spike the last two Daily Prompts of this week and leave that Media to Decompose itself.
I would have to say there have been very few jolts in my life. More often things tend to jostle themselves into my purview. I see a thing flowing my way in a flurry of elbows and knees roiling through the masses before me. Rewarding with mashed toes and insulted ribs as it streams merrily in full tilt approach mode. The yowls and yammers of those with their backs to this jostling juggernaut full of jolt, such as yourself with back fully presented, should be sufficient warning to you who now stands before me. I am always jolted into wonderment by the joltage voltage you receive when taken from behind by what I saw as a long time coming. The jolt bolt also reveals your disappointment in me for not warning you of the impending jolt. Yet you never leave your perception ajar to a single sooth that I say.
But I would like to ask, “Is there anything behind me?”
Back in the days of irrational exuberance and before all your Spondulix was online and downloadable; Intuit came along with a little ditty called Quicken. Since we were young and the internets were dumb much of the accounts, spending, and bills required data entry rather than syncing with obtuse and arcane file formats from various financial institutions. Cash transactions required a receipt.
But since the household was hemorrhaging money, as all good job creating consumer households should, it was necessary to spend Saturday mornings trying to balance and track what was going where and why. It became clear that the only thing quick about this process was how it quickened the ex out the door weekend mornings due to the inevitable discovery of numerous and unmentioned charges that would miraculously appear on the snail mailed paper statements.
Recriminations and many a ruined weekend followed.
At the time the only thing Quicken quickened was a trip to divorce court and understanding of the quick bunny trail to financial ruin.
Now that everyone across the globe can pick your pocket with nary a reach around or how do you do, Quicken has fulfilled the catchy name’s promise.
But the question still remains. “Do you have a receipt for that?”