This guy, David Weinberg, is a radio producer.  It wasn’t always so – he used to be too shy to do interviews, and afraid that his stories would be boring and pointless.  He came up with an intriguing solution.

For three years, he wore a wire and secretly recorded every conversation he had.

He makes a few interesting points in the article, about the ethics of the situation, and whether it was worth it or not.  The one that strikes me most is this one:

The other problem with trying to record everything is that you have to listen to it.

Whatever you are recording better be damn good or part of a great story, because every second that the red light is on is a second being taken away from your life, because you have to listen to it later.

It occurs to me that the same could be said for writing a diary.  How often do you go back and read old diary entries?  I know a lot of mine begin with the phrase “work was ok” – as if I’m obligated to mention that I went to work, but there really isn’t anything interesting to say about it.  Sometimes I wonder if there’s a point in mentioning it at all.  Is there even any point in writing a diary?  In this world of frantically doing a million things, it’s nice to sit down and reflect on them, but if nobody ever reads it is it worth the effort?

Back to David Weinberg, it could be an interesting story – the man who records everything.  He accidentally records something he shouldn’t have – a meeting between spies, a criminal act, an illicit meeting between desperate lovers – and becomes embroiled in a plot which could end with… well, who knows?

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