Nothing like a little pressure, Snookie. It’s alright I can handle it. But maybe someone out there in the Interwebs has an idea for me.
Later this month I will take part in the annual Berlin Fotomarathon. The official website describes it as “one city, 12 hours, 24 themes”. Fotomarathoners hold their camera in one hand and a list of pre-determined themes in the other. They must then take 24 images (in order) according to the themes requested, all within 12 hours. Last year I met up with No Apathy Allowed and That Queer Expatriate at the start line, and it seems that they were both just as exhausted as me at the end.
So actually all of that 24 in 12 stuff is actually hard enough (seriously, go read the blog posts of Mandi and Adam above), but I’ve received a bit more stress on the side without really meaning to.
Each participant gets a number which they then pin on themselves very much like you see on running marathon participants. This number is generally assigned to them in the order in which they register. The first image which each photographer must take is their marathon number. The idea is to use your number in some kind of creative way, while allowing for confirmation that these images really are from this person.
Last year I had not properly understood this stipulation and had not prepared for it. My eventual solution was so embarrassing that I will not be including it here. (no, the one you see to the right was not my solution – in retrospect it might have been better) This year I have no excuse. Worse yet, I think that my job will be even harder.
You see, my Fotomarathon number is 42. Not tongue-in-cheek 69 or even 77. No I didn’t get some nice round number such as 100, even an 88 or a 43 would have had fewer expectations…
No, I have to get the number 42, which is, according to the Douglas Adams book, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, the number from which all meaning can be derived, it is quite simply “the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything”. Now I need to come up with a creative and interesting way to showcase my start number. Um, yeah. No pressure there.
Perhaps someone out there would have some idea of how to present the quite famous number 42? Any ideas? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? I’m desperate here!