Really, can you blame me? All I want is the next upgrade. I want better sound quality for my interviews so that we can hear and then linger on their words. and I wanted a more comfortable way to move around with my camcorder and fancy, dancy mic. Tuvia was even willing to come with me as a great guy from Bergen camera helped trouble shoot a way for my adapter to work smoothly with the mic. Success, and I was primed and psyched for a great celebratory Friday at the HVWP’s YWP’s.
But as I got my bags together I thought, hey let me combine some of this equipment into lighter bags. Makes sense, right? Right… until I arrived at the school, met up with Steve and his seniors and introduced myself to the group as I fumbled through my bags in search of one tiny adaptor that I just couldn’t locate.
Just this one, unobtrusive piece of plastic with a touch of metal and it was missing, back home in the darkness of its home, just waiting to be of use. And this discovery was the beginning of a very tough day.
Trying hard not to miss a moment, I had the other pieces I needed and as I interviewed kids and parents and teachers I rigged up the fancy, dancy mic without a holder and let it just hang in the wind and it was good for awhile but I didn’t realize that the extension would not be able to withstand the pull and finally the mic separated from camera, leaving behind the tip of the adaptor and I didn’t realize that that was the end of sound for the day, even though I kept on using the camera.
Not until I finished my last interview as the long morning ended and with that, I made my way to prepare for my ride back home but not without one final horrible moment— the splash of iPhone in toilet water. Second time for me but this time I grabbed it out and didn’t turn it back one but stopped on the way out of town for a box of rice- settling for a box of couscous and then home in silence with my phone, camera and mic in need of repair. It was a long ride home in the right lane under the speed limit. I couldn’t trust myself to speed.
But home, in the arms of my very understanding man we took a ride to the camera store, after we moved the camera nd couscous into a bowl and when we were back and I had a chance to examine my day’s videos, yes I lost 50% but I had some great footage for the first half of the morning. And at the end of my 24 hours without phone, yes, the urban myth worked. I had my iPhone back. So not so bad, right? Not so bad.
In fact, here’s some of my captures 🙂