Once in a while, i do not know why, i get obsessed with Plex. It becomes my destiny. My future. A righteous part of my past even though this is entirely not the case.
It has been a presence at times. I tried to use it as a way to stay connected with friends and family, but that failed. Some could not figure it out, other were not interested, most just had too much other entertainment in their life to care about one dude’s infinite collection of Usenet downloads.
But my random bursts of enthusiasm come with a price, sometimes at least. In another burst of vigor for accumulating as much media content as possible and having it play back for the remaining 50,000,000 hours of my life I drunkenly purchased a 5TB hard drive. This will complement my suite of 4 existing drive. Actually it will complement three of those and it will subsume media content found on another.
But why? Why accumulate and accumulate quantities of content I could never have time to hear or see?
OK, it’s not meant to be about practical or sequential listening. I don’t intend to hear everything. In fact the idea of hearing and seeing it all makes me a little ill in spots.
The accumulation is all about randomness. The thrill of discovery. I probably have a million individual songs and tracks. What genre will rise up from that obscurity?
I am at work, on lunch break. My routine has been to get outside and check on the payphones and the LinkNYC machines, sticking my Payphone Radio card onto them if the one I placed earlier are gone.
Do I get listeners this way? I do not know. Actually I do not I got two callers from Link machines but they appear not to have listened for very long. Why would they? They likely heard nothing because that is the LinkNYC way: Connect calls but don’t let the caller hear the person they called.
Most times I do this I repeat the refrain: “I am 54 fucking years old going around town sticking Payphone Radio cards onto payphones.” It is the project of a teenager, I think.
But it’s harmless.
Today I returned to 77 Water for another scrutinous look at the payphones there. Where did PRAY go? I know she was there. Maybe it was a copycat who only used crayon to write the word? I don’t know. I don’t know but I gotta go.
