My gadget budget has dropped severely since Jen went on maternity leave in April. So I now am restricted to hunting out bargains on ebay to sate my gadget appetite.
So my latest attempt to streamline life is to capture all of my ideas (bright, dim, and outright stupid) on voice recorder, less they sink back in to the depths of my psyche without being given the attention that they deserve.
So after some searching I acquired a right bargain of an Olympus WS-200 digital voice recorder off ebay. A little larger than a memory stick, with a stereo mike and direct USB connection, this is a dream of a little device that fits snugly in to your hand and could easily, using a shirt mike, allow you to be “wired” to record conversationss with druglords and the like in true Miami Vice style. Where would I hide the unit itself in such a situation I hear you ask? Alimentary, my dear Watson. 128mb RAM means I can ramble on to myself for hours and record the insanity for posterity, or even convert it to text using some clever software I have still to find.
So I have the device, I just need an idea to record on it. However, I suspect that my ideas department has stage fright, because not even a single outlandish concept has bubbled up from the depths of my psyche since I’ve had the recorder in my pocket. It, like me, probably feels like a bit of a prat, in a David Brent stylee, actually recording my mad ramblings. Perhaps I need to eliminate my stage fright before the brainstorms return…
