The Great GoPro Warranty/Repair Saga of 2015 has [hopefully] reached it’s conclusion, and I’d like to celebrate by posting the video below. This video is dedicated to Chris, Stege, Winn, and Francis with GoPro tech support, who all played integral roles in getting my camera from Asia, to California, and the replacement to Asia again. They all get to share the game ball.
This video was shot during weekend adventures around my little corner of Asia in April and May. The first two parts (starting with the horses and ending with the waterfall) were shot on my roommate Gray’s GoPro, as my replacement still wasn’t here, but I’ve had the new one for about a month and a half without any problems. Keeping my fingers crossed.
I hope yall enjoy watching this video as much as I enjoyed making it during this last little bit of time I have left in Asia (I’ll be in the US in a week [emoji with really big eyes]). You might recognize some familiar faces like my older brother Jay and some yaks.
A few months ago I promised to post more on here, and I haven’t done that. I know I specifically promised a video from my February travels to Thailand and Cambodia, but it’s with deep regret that I inform you that I didn’t make one of those. Shorty after I landed in Chiang Mai, my gopro (Hero4 Silver in case anyone else has problems) decided that it wouldn’t record in anything other than a bright pink color and only for a few seconds at a time before freezing up. I guess you could say it became an “inaction cam” #dadjokes.
After about a week of trying to reset it and figure out if I could live with the pink, I got in touch with a gentleman on the gopro support team named Francis who took a few weeks to walk me through troubleshooting steps and finally (after my vacation was over) offered to help rectify the problem by offering a new device under their 1 year warranty. The only problem was that I had ship the camera to a facility to California before they’d get me a new camera.
I hope everyone here has had a great Christmas, has eaten tons of Reese’s Christmas Trees, and is thoroughly enjoying the “afterglow” of the holiday. In my family, the day or two after Christmas was always one of our favorite days. We’d sleep in, eat leftovers/candy, and just be generally lazy before having to start doing things again (work, throwing away trash, other things you have to do).
Things are a little different here, but equally as enjoyable. I don’t have class on Fridays, so I got to sleep in some and then met a friend for coffee in the afternoon, but really spent a while making the video below.
My wonderful parents got me a GoPro camera for Christmas, and I’ve already put it to work. It arrived a few days early, so I’ve been playing with it for about a week, and have had some great tutorials from my roommate Gray (who is an accomplished amateur photo/videographer/dancer) and the internet. I’m really excited to try to use it to capture a lot of the different aspects of this life that I’m living, especially the adventures/travels that we’re working on for the future.
I know there are tons of articles and posts and videos and tweets out there about the “War on Christmas”, I’ve drafted dozens of my own- they all stink and add nothing to the discussion.
(Main points of those posts I’ve written: I think we’re fighting this thing all wrong. If we really care about this thing, then we’ll think about what it’s actually about, instead of fighting for the right to say “Merry Christmas” by snapping at the Wal-Mart greeter who has been told by their boss to say “Happy Holidays”. Also, are we more upset when people don’t say “Merry Christmas”, or when people do say it, don’t care one bit about celebrating the birth of Jesus, son of God, born to die so we can all be forgiven of our sins and able to enjoy eternity in a full and perfect relationship with our heavenly father?)
Today I write about Soccer. Why? We’ll get to that. But I wouldn’t be me without giving you too much background info.
Let’s start by saying that I haven’t played Soccer in an organized fashion since I was 7 -and fresh off a year in Europe. Sure we’d play in PE every now and then, and I played as a ringer on my friend Jack’s little brother’s team in 8th grade (I was offsides so much that the ref stopped calling it after it was clear that I wasn’t going to learn. And he needed to worry more about keeping me from knocking over all the 6th graders more than some imaginary line).