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  • I just learned that I don't sync up with myself as well as I might. To really leverage my waking hours, I should be documenting them for later playback. Who knew this was possible, but it turns out to be.

    Memoto is a wearable device that takes a photo every 30 seconds. It essentially saves you from thinking, "Should I take a picture of this?" because no matter where the day takes you, you'll have a visual record. Imagine your future, and perhaps with this device, you may capture your first sight of the person you'll marry, or the purse thief you encounter in a crowded intersection.

    ~ News item

    It works like this. You wear Memoto as a pin or a brooch on a chain. Recording images of where it is pointing twice a minute means that over a ten-hour stretch it will snap over a thousand pictures. At the end of the day, you need to sift through those images if you want to know what you were up to, or rather up against. That's going to take some time, even with helpful software.

    Besides the time it takes, there's a danger here. When you are poring over the archive of what you saw or should have seen, you can't be living in the moment. Capturing what you should have attended to might invite you to depend on the device to help you remember what it was you did during the day.

    So, without ado, let me show you the script for the PowerPoint presentation Geoff's Day.
  • Geoff's Day

    A summary of the images I downloaded from my Memoto camera pin following a typical workday.

    I just put on my wristwatch and pinned the Memoto to my shirt. There's my wife, sleeping on her left side. Cute ass!

    I hoist up my computer bag and approach the back door. There's the breezeway, Now I see my car window as I unlock the door. I must be going to work.

    A bunch of pictures of my car dashboard. I seem to be going about 40 MPH most of the time.

    Oh, look! It's the parking garage, followed by the office door. Now it seems I am starting up my workstation and then heading for the coffeemaker. Soon I will be at work.

    Lots and lots of pictures of my computer screen. How boring. Is that what I do to make money? Do I really play that many online games?

    More of same, then suddenly I'm in the atrium. I must be going to lunch. Yes I am – there's the grill guy in our corporate café. But look! I walk right past him to the soup station. Now I'm taking a bowl of the Meatball Minestrone. And there's the cashier, who should have been smiling. She has no idea I am recording the transaction. Should I tell her? Naw.

    I see my lunch disappear on my desk, and the personal email I'm writing. After a blur, there's my boss in front of me. I think he was telling me a client was about to show up.

    Yep, there we are in a conference room. I wish I had audio because I just can't recall what we talked about. Maybe the images will jog my memory.
  • I remember needing to pee. Yes, see the door to the men's room? Now I'm inside and Bill is zipping up his fly. Memo to self: delete that and those shots of the urinal and tile wall.

    What the devil was I looking for in my top desk drawer? I really should organize it. I don't think I found it, because now I'm tilted back, looking up at the ceiling.

    Hey! I can see myself typing, doing real work! That's a keeper for my video résumé.

    And there's the creepy parking garage again. Now the picture is brighter and I can see the dashboard. I'm going home, for another 40 frames. Hello – here's the breezeway, and now I'm in the kitchen. Time to prepare dinner.

    Between the fridge, sink, cutting board and stove, I am a whirlwind of activity. Now we're praying after the family sits down to eat poached chicken, brown rice and salad. Yum! It must have been good because we ate it up and got up all in about 15 frames.

    Oh look, there's my home computer. That's the last shot because I turned off my Memoto and then downloaded all the day's pictures. After editing, I put them into a new presentation of my day. That makes 114 of those so far. And each one only takes about an hour to make.

    Following myself has been a lot of effort, but future generations will surely be grateful that I preserved these moments.
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