I'm quoting Yogi Berra. A lot of my spare time is now being taken up with my senior video class, Digital Histories. The Video creation process has given me too many opportunities to purchase various video equipment. It all started when I created a setup for Jeff and Tiff's wedding Photo Booth and has gradually escalated with the grand delusion of video immortality in You Tube.
Covid 19 has created this need for the three of us to use the internet with video conferencing (Zoom) conference calls via cell phones, etc. LAUSD is changing their methods daily, where Gayle now needs to provide on line teaching content. We therefore we had to set up a mini studio in our limited space house. My recent visit to Sony Studios in Culver City was an example of how the sets are crammed into tight spaces with fake walls, and sets set up to take advantage of the limited view of the TV camera. There is a lot of stuff not seen beyond those TV edges. In desperate need to hide our stuff, she pulled out an old Japanese screen, a white board from school, and my photo backdrop to block out the rest of the house. I now refer to it as Studio Wada.
In the process of setting up Studio Wada, I am continually pulling out stuff from my endless boxes of equipment, spare parts, cables, headphones, etc. to assist in video production. Everyday I am adding, tweeking and ordering from Amazon the necessary equipment to keep the set of Mrs. Wada functioning. Of course this requires the services of a media consultant to assist with the technical issues of why isn't the mic working or why isn't the program opening up. All for the cost of letting him live here in the room he grew up in.
During the week we overhear each others conference calls, and time our bathroom breaks and coffee addiction trips to the kitchen across Mrs. Wada classroom. I find myself sneaking out the front door (quietly), around the front porch, around the car in the driveway, through the gate, winding my way through years of incomplete project debris, through the back door to the kitchen. The alternative is to crawl commando style beneath the view of the camera. It's not because I'm too old to get on my hands and knees, but it was due to seeing our dog Jade traverse the set at the bottom of the screen.
The worse aspect of it all is that I have to make sure I'm dressed appropriately in case I accidentally come into view.
It is like I had planned for all this. Except for the toilet paper.
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