the plot thickens
and my pulse quickens
and all I can think is
this is not how it's supposed to be
so as the camera swings in
and the mid-plex anchor sits in
all that I can think is
shame about the coming perjury
Monday, December 17, 2007
Monday, May 7, 2007
A Snapshot of May
((A SNAPSHOT OF HOW I FELT ON MAY 7TH, 2007))
What is there to say.
I'm sitting here in a bit of a gloom, mostly because the only light bulb in my room just blew and I'm too short and lazy to fix it right now, but also because I continue to feel very lonely.
Every single person in my life that I yern to spend time with, lives far, far away (& not in the magical land of shrek but at least 15-hundred miles from hugging distance)
no, i will not stay and wait
with bated breath
as you take your time in other thoughts and whims
wait til your thoughts casually remember my existence and
juggle with the decision of whether you care enough to call
before the most fleeting distraction wipes the thought from your mind
no, i will not wait
because i'm already gone from your heart
and there's no one left to answer the phone.
What is there to say.
I'm sitting here in a bit of a gloom, mostly because the only light bulb in my room just blew and I'm too short and lazy to fix it right now, but also because I continue to feel very lonely.
Every single person in my life that I yern to spend time with, lives far, far away (& not in the magical land of shrek but at least 15-hundred miles from hugging distance)
no, i will not stay and wait
with bated breath
as you take your time in other thoughts and whims
wait til your thoughts casually remember my existence and
juggle with the decision of whether you care enough to call
before the most fleeting distraction wipes the thought from your mind
no, i will not wait
because i'm already gone from your heart
and there's no one left to answer the phone.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
The Funeral House Cat
Alone in the city.
Just me, myself... and the funeral house cat...
It just came scampering up to me today, an agile long haired feline, it's clean salt & pepper fur luminously swaying in the first spring sunshine.
The funeral house cat stopped directly in front of me on the sidewalk, looking strait up into my face with it's huge, green orbe eyes. It's piercing gaze all the more stunning set aginst it's dark face, black as death, and white mane.
Lithe and light it rubbed up against my leg like a happy bad omen.
I reached out to pet it but the animal was more like a vision than anything of this world. It playfully darted away from my hand to the edge of the side walk, as if it were the edge of reality, while never taking those deep, liquid eyes away from mine. Was it telling me something?
The next moment the funeral house door opened and the creature went running back.
I saw it standing at the base of the wooden steps, it's tail flicking in impish delight as a fragile, ill and grieving old woman was carried down the stairs. Her breath was raspy as tubes of oxygen protuded from her nostils like a clear noose.
The funeral house cat fixed the woman with her green gaze before darting up the stairs, between her withered legs, without compassion, but a teasing joy that couldn't have been more out of place.
I don't like being alone in the city.
Just me, myself... and the funeral house cat...
It just came scampering up to me today, an agile long haired feline, it's clean salt & pepper fur luminously swaying in the first spring sunshine.
The funeral house cat stopped directly in front of me on the sidewalk, looking strait up into my face with it's huge, green orbe eyes. It's piercing gaze all the more stunning set aginst it's dark face, black as death, and white mane.
Lithe and light it rubbed up against my leg like a happy bad omen.
I reached out to pet it but the animal was more like a vision than anything of this world. It playfully darted away from my hand to the edge of the side walk, as if it were the edge of reality, while never taking those deep, liquid eyes away from mine. Was it telling me something?
The next moment the funeral house door opened and the creature went running back.
I saw it standing at the base of the wooden steps, it's tail flicking in impish delight as a fragile, ill and grieving old woman was carried down the stairs. Her breath was raspy as tubes of oxygen protuded from her nostils like a clear noose.
The funeral house cat fixed the woman with her green gaze before darting up the stairs, between her withered legs, without compassion, but a teasing joy that couldn't have been more out of place.
I don't like being alone in the city.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
To Do Today:
To Do Today:
Take shower
Do groceries
Buy underwear
Wear underwear
Write outline and questions for final article
Find things for the loan letter
Finish final evaluation for speech & email to teacher
Sleep
Take shower
Do groceries
Buy underwear
Wear underwear
Write outline and questions for final article
Find things for the loan letter
Finish final evaluation for speech & email to teacher
Sleep
Sunday, April 15, 2007
PANDERING TO PANDAS
I'm DONE with pandering to cute twin panda cubs whose double cuddle cuteness it twice as nice for the viewer to consume.
I'm done with writing about Mike Tyson's latest failure ... cocaine in his pocket? like I didn't see that one coming.
I'm done with writing about Anna Nicole's death as though it were a game show... Is the Daddy behind door number 3??? Was her son murdered before her very eyes?? Find out after this nifty announcement from our sponsors!
And I'm ESPECIALLY done with writing about a rain storm as if it's the end of the world. These people in New England don't know what bad weather is! When you're about to be slammed by your third hurricane and there's still a gaping hole in your roof THEN it's OK to say that it may be a state of emergency. NOT when it's a drizzle of a Nor'easter.
I especially don't like the hype around this "storm" coverage, coming from a state where we deal with REAL storms. Where we don't activate the "emergency management bunker" unless it's a category 2 or higher! This is really ridiculous...
I've been through... Andrew, Jeanne, Charlie, Katrina, Rita and Wilma ... just to name a few.
Hurricane Andrew hit on my 6th birthday in 1992, and devastated the entire city. I was traumatized for years after that storm... so I don't appreciate the hype of a rain shower like this one.
The end.
I'm done with writing about Mike Tyson's latest failure ... cocaine in his pocket? like I didn't see that one coming.
I'm done with writing about Anna Nicole's death as though it were a game show... Is the Daddy behind door number 3??? Was her son murdered before her very eyes?? Find out after this nifty announcement from our sponsors!
And I'm ESPECIALLY done with writing about a rain storm as if it's the end of the world. These people in New England don't know what bad weather is! When you're about to be slammed by your third hurricane and there's still a gaping hole in your roof THEN it's OK to say that it may be a state of emergency. NOT when it's a drizzle of a Nor'easter.
I especially don't like the hype around this "storm" coverage, coming from a state where we deal with REAL storms. Where we don't activate the "emergency management bunker" unless it's a category 2 or higher! This is really ridiculous...
I've been through... Andrew, Jeanne, Charlie, Katrina, Rita and Wilma ... just to name a few.
Hurricane Andrew hit on my 6th birthday in 1992, and devastated the entire city. I was traumatized for years after that storm... so I don't appreciate the hype of a rain shower like this one.
The end.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Nudity
I think there's more to nudity than just being naked.
Why can't I think when I've got boys on the brain? And it doesn't even need to be anyone I extraordinarly like but just have a crush on. My brain gets fuzzy, I start feeling anxious, my thoughts drift often and I find it nearly impossible to concentrate...
I just need the security of knowing that someone thinks positively of me and could be there for me, even if just as a friend.
I feel naked around crushes, like my thoughts and actions are transparent. I feel like I have huge bushy bangs again and Harry Potter glasses and hairy legs and yellow teeth and a flat chest... you know, just an over all middle school awkwardness. I've actually been getting better about this though, I'm very happy with the way i've been carryig myself lately... but still the feeling creeps up.
Yet often times my crushes end up becoming my best friends, I think that's what I'm really looking for most of all, a good friend in this city where I continue to remain very alone. But I don't want pity, I want to prove that I'm a cool enough cat to hang out with all on my own... And if it doesn't work out that way then it doesn't work out.
Also, per actual Nudity:
I think wearing clothes while alone in your room is unnatural and should be a crime. There should be naked police who come to your house to make sure you comply... I wish, LOL.
But clothes are troublesome and uncomfortable. I miss the days when I was in kindergarden and the first thing i would do when I got home was take off all my clothes and scamper butt naked around the house.
We owe it to our inner child to let our skin breathe free!
Ladies, free your bodies from the straps of bondage that bind your figures daily! Dance naked and imagine how many guys would kill to be looking at you right now. Laugh heartily.
Why can't I think when I've got boys on the brain? And it doesn't even need to be anyone I extraordinarly like but just have a crush on. My brain gets fuzzy, I start feeling anxious, my thoughts drift often and I find it nearly impossible to concentrate...
I just need the security of knowing that someone thinks positively of me and could be there for me, even if just as a friend.
I feel naked around crushes, like my thoughts and actions are transparent. I feel like I have huge bushy bangs again and Harry Potter glasses and hairy legs and yellow teeth and a flat chest... you know, just an over all middle school awkwardness. I've actually been getting better about this though, I'm very happy with the way i've been carryig myself lately... but still the feeling creeps up.
Yet often times my crushes end up becoming my best friends, I think that's what I'm really looking for most of all, a good friend in this city where I continue to remain very alone. But I don't want pity, I want to prove that I'm a cool enough cat to hang out with all on my own... And if it doesn't work out that way then it doesn't work out.
Also, per actual Nudity:
I think wearing clothes while alone in your room is unnatural and should be a crime. There should be naked police who come to your house to make sure you comply... I wish, LOL.
But clothes are troublesome and uncomfortable. I miss the days when I was in kindergarden and the first thing i would do when I got home was take off all my clothes and scamper butt naked around the house.
We owe it to our inner child to let our skin breathe free!
Ladies, free your bodies from the straps of bondage that bind your figures daily! Dance naked and imagine how many guys would kill to be looking at you right now. Laugh heartily.
Friday, April 6, 2007
Pelosi for Prez
Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi has recently come under heavy, heated fire from the White House and Senate conservatives after defying President Bush's wishes to make a stop to speak with the leaders of Syria.
She was the highest ranking American official to meet with their president in the last 12 years. What she did, essentially, was to open up a dialogue with Syria about the war on terror and to assess where their nation stood.
There have been accusation flying back and forth that Pelosi is following her own foreign policy and is trying to act as though she were President and that she's undermining our current foreign policy. However, If anyone has been following exactly how we have been handling our foreign policy for the last 6 or 7 years, I don't know how you can see this as a bad thing.
There have also been questions of whether Pelosi thinks that she can do the part of America's top diplomat better than Condoleeza Rice. The answer to that is simple: YES.
You don't make progress in a region by dramatically, and broadly associating an entire nation as a member of the "Axis of Evil", as though it were part some real life ring of super villains. This administration has taken no time to understand the religious, cultural and historical dynamics of an ancient region and peoples.
She's simply following the recommendations of the 9/11 commission that Bush so arrogantly decided to ignore. He doesn't listen to advisers, or facts by that matter (including evidence from Ambassador Joseph Wilson that contradict the administrations exaggeration of the threat from Iraq. His administration thanked Wilson for his finding that no hazardous material were indeed being shipped from Africa to Iraq, by exposing Wilson's wife's identify as a covert CIA operative.)
Also, How are we supposed to stop terrorism and improve the status of the region if we refuse to even speak to key players that are intricately involved there? It makes absolutely no sense! Intelligence and diplomacy are things extinct in this current administration, and Nancy Pelosi is trying to rebuild our tattered global reputation.
We've been told over and over again that Syria is an Evil nation, supporting terrorist activities and are fighters against freedom and liberty. These repugnant, condescending, propagandist oversimplifications are an insult to American intelligence and a feeble cover for a much more complicated situation.
Syrian leaders have recognized the legitimacy of Israel as a nation, a very important fact. Their leaders want relations with the United States and it's an incredible valuable sentiment. With skilled negotiation, diplomacy, pressure and maneuvering Syria can become an asset in this absurd war. Why would we shun an embattled nation in the region who wants to come to the table?? It seems Bush doesn't want to win his own war... or perhaps it's a different war he's fighting... the one to control information, the war of clever PR campaign designed to hide his true purpose? We certainly know that Israel is the king of PR manipulation of conflicts in which they share just as much of the blame for violence and human rights violations...
But again, I digress.
I think that fact that Pelosi is being criticized for not falling in line behind the President is a very positive thing. It's exactly what needs to be done! Why should a new leader, elected by a nation overwhelmingly dissatisfied and scared by 6-years of failed foreign policy going to continue to be a lapdog to the administration? She's bearing her teeth! And we need to stand behind her.
Pelosi was not alone on her supposedly "renegade mission" to defy the President. Along with fellow democrats she was accompanied by a delegation of congressional Republican representatives who also have the best interests of the nation and the world at heart.
So I applaud Pelosi for doing what she can in an incredibly hostile environment to get America back on the track to peace and for doing her part to help mend this atrocity.
Atomic connection
Tickle my neurons
My vocal cords giggle. tehe =)
The corks of my atoms pop and sparkle with divinity as the fabric of you collides with the fabric of me.
A trillion times our souls connect with just the touching of our fingertips.
And the god of nature, in infinite perfection and love also gives his trillion blessings in that touch.
Whether pursing our potent lips or as dust throughout time we will always share one pair of electrons that in their nuclear necessity shed, and that will embrace like the shadows of our souls for all of time.
We will toast with God as our love pours like an eternal champagne from the corks of my atoms.
Paper:
Whispers of the late night,
why can't we let it be,
why can't i write as fast as I think... too slow.
I'm bleeding onto the page,
my ink is my lifeblood.
I live in life and paper.
I adore the frantic scribble of graphite across the crinkled yellow paper,
late at night when my uneasy mind cannot be restrained.
It pours out in messy grey script, shuffle, scratch, shuffle, swish, jot, jab.
Listen to me write my life across the page.
It's imperfect scrawl is one of the masks of my formless soul
My soul in graphic scribbles on yellow paper.
My vocal cords giggle. tehe =)
The corks of my atoms pop and sparkle with divinity as the fabric of you collides with the fabric of me.
A trillion times our souls connect with just the touching of our fingertips.
And the god of nature, in infinite perfection and love also gives his trillion blessings in that touch.
Whether pursing our potent lips or as dust throughout time we will always share one pair of electrons that in their nuclear necessity shed, and that will embrace like the shadows of our souls for all of time.
We will toast with God as our love pours like an eternal champagne from the corks of my atoms.
Paper:
Whispers of the late night,
why can't we let it be,
why can't i write as fast as I think... too slow.
I'm bleeding onto the page,
my ink is my lifeblood.
I live in life and paper.
I adore the frantic scribble of graphite across the crinkled yellow paper,
late at night when my uneasy mind cannot be restrained.
It pours out in messy grey script, shuffle, scratch, shuffle, swish, jot, jab.
Listen to me write my life across the page.
It's imperfect scrawl is one of the masks of my formless soul
My soul in graphic scribbles on yellow paper.
Thursday, April 5, 2007
Boston Bus
I wrote this after waiting 20 minutes in the freezing cold at midnight for the bus to come and take me home. It's april and on this particular spring day it decided to snow and rain all day.
So I decided to prostest! I'm like "F*ck this, it's spring, I'm going to dress cute and wear my brand new open toed heals!"
Needless to say the protest is over and I'm lucky I made it back with all my toes still attached. So I share with you my little rant:
Boston bus station vibrations,
grey granite wet and cold,
hey it's not all gold, these streets,
I walk the beat, with the soles of my soul.
A grip, get it
catch your breath and don't forget your socks
'cause it'll be fucking cold tonight.
So I decided to prostest! I'm like "F*ck this, it's spring, I'm going to dress cute and wear my brand new open toed heals!"
Needless to say the protest is over and I'm lucky I made it back with all my toes still attached. So I share with you my little rant:
Boston bus station vibrations,
grey granite wet and cold,
hey it's not all gold, these streets,
I walk the beat, with the soles of my soul.
A grip, get it
catch your breath and don't forget your socks
'cause it'll be fucking cold tonight.
My Good Friend Arrested...for pedophilia
Life takes us all in different directions, we change and grow...
After seeing Julio (who I grew up with and who taught me almost eveything i know about TV production) in a line up of pedophiles... The shock still hasn't gone away.
What the hell was he thinking? He had everything in the world going for him. A silver Knight at an amazing universiy with good grades, doing crazy internships for super companies like Disney. He had companies fighting over him to have his engineering talent.
That's all gone now, with one decision. He brought it upon himself, and I'm glad he was caught. He actually drove in his car, to a house where he thought he was going to meet and have sex with a 13 year old girl. A story strait out of dateline hits home.
Julio, Mr. Polo, Bill Kamal... All people we trusted, all sucessful, friendly, even looked up to. All caught trying, and in some cases succeeding, in having sex with children! It just goes to show that predatorrs are not just men in trench coats lurking around playgrouds. The majority of the time they are people known and trusted by the victims. Operations, like this sting operation are vital to the fight against people so low inside that they would consciously go to take advantage of a child, purposefully and with anticipation.
It's sick and it's scary... I practically grew up with Julio, he was my right hand man for years, and I was with him before he left for Disney and heard him talking about how excited he was to go there. It's an incredible blow... but I don't feel sorry for him.
I can't believe this is real, but it is and we shouldn't have any pity on him. Who knows if he's done this before?
I appreciate all the things you've done for me in the past, but you need help Julio, you're sick.
3 Disney Employees Arrested In Sex Predator Roundup
POSTED: 10:21 am EDT April 2, 2007UPDATED: 12:32 pm EDT April 2, 2007
ORLANDO, Fla. -- Twenty-eight men were arrested on charges they solicited sex from a minor after a weeklong undercover sting, authorities said.
Three of the men worked for Walt Disney Co. Some were unemployed or worked as laborers; others were in food service, sales or finance. One man said he was an IBM consultant; another a vice president for a South Florida real estate company. They ranged in age from college students to men in their 40s and 50s.
"Using undercover officers, the suspects chatted online with (people) whom they believed to be boy and girls, ages 13 and 14," said Donna Wood, a spokeswoman for the Polk County Sheriff's Office.
A number of agencies worked together to set up the sting at a Polk County home, where the suspects were arrested through Sunday.
The Disney employees were: Julio Segundo, a 21-year-old intern; Richard Gaugh, a 55-year-old part-time instructor at Disney's Animal Kingdom; and Thierry Ferron, a 44-year-old electronics technician, according to the sheriff's office.
"We take matters like this very seriously," Disney said in a statement released Monday. "The cast members have been placed on unpaid leave."
Disney would not comment further on what the employees did or whether they had routine contact with children.
Boston Weather
Weather Forecast for:
April 5, 2007
Everyone can expect pouring frozen fucking rain in high winds flying horizontally strait into your face.
Do not bring an umbrella, It will not help.
Take it like a man.
From: Your friendly neighborhood Boston weatherman
April 5, 2007
Everyone can expect pouring frozen fucking rain in high winds flying horizontally strait into your face.
Do not bring an umbrella, It will not help.
Take it like a man.
From: Your friendly neighborhood Boston weatherman
Lunch
Emerson College Cafeteria
Today's Lunch:
Stale bagels with soggy butter, or stale bagels and strangely tasteless cream cheese.
Small oranges that are impossible to peel and slip easily onto floor.
Orange juice, from concentrate, that tastes like water.
Oh yeah, and plain metal tasting rice with absolutely no beans of any kind, or anything else that would reasonably accompany rice.
That will be $8.
Have a nice day.
Today's Lunch:
Stale bagels with soggy butter, or stale bagels and strangely tasteless cream cheese.
Small oranges that are impossible to peel and slip easily onto floor.
Orange juice, from concentrate, that tastes like water.
Oh yeah, and plain metal tasting rice with absolutely no beans of any kind, or anything else that would reasonably accompany rice.
That will be $8.
Have a nice day.
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Free Cable
This is a poem I wrote for a creative writing class my first semester at FIU.
We were supposed to write about a confession...
Welllllll... when I was younger my parents had stolen satellite cards with unlimited programming.
Now what's a young girl to watch with unlimited channels and moments of no supervision?
Porn.
Yeah, that's right, you know the thing your not supposed to watch but do anyways? So this is a poem about how free cable affected my mind forever.
FREE CABLE
Sweaty pink and ash black flesh
Flash and flicker onto my pale speckled face.
Virgin eyes beheld flexing thighs, quick and ruthless
Strokes poked a hole through my notion of making love.
She moaned for cash and he bashed
With as much care as tapping my pen on my ankle
Yet I held the dripping sweat and penetration,
Held the nails clasping the undulating glory of his
Broad back, like a fiery diamond
Between my small sharp breasts, quivering in
Forbidden knowledge, hidden in the bosom of
Small, quiet, innocent, big haired, be-speckled me.
I quake with laughter as handsome boys walk past
Without a glance, for he who nails me
Will reap the benefits of free cable.
He will buckle as I buck and writhe like a star
And stretch my curled toes up towards the ceiling
Like a sharp scissor, white flesh glistening in sweat of my own.
We were supposed to write about a confession...
Welllllll... when I was younger my parents had stolen satellite cards with unlimited programming.
Now what's a young girl to watch with unlimited channels and moments of no supervision?
Porn.
Yeah, that's right, you know the thing your not supposed to watch but do anyways? So this is a poem about how free cable affected my mind forever.
FREE CABLE
Sweaty pink and ash black flesh
Flash and flicker onto my pale speckled face.
Virgin eyes beheld flexing thighs, quick and ruthless
Strokes poked a hole through my notion of making love.
She moaned for cash and he bashed
With as much care as tapping my pen on my ankle
Yet I held the dripping sweat and penetration,
Held the nails clasping the undulating glory of his
Broad back, like a fiery diamond
Between my small sharp breasts, quivering in
Forbidden knowledge, hidden in the bosom of
Small, quiet, innocent, big haired, be-speckled me.
I quake with laughter as handsome boys walk past
Without a glance, for he who nails me
Will reap the benefits of free cable.
He will buckle as I buck and writhe like a star
And stretch my curled toes up towards the ceiling
Like a sharp scissor, white flesh glistening in sweat of my own.
Poodles and Crucifixions
Pink Poodles and the Crucified Christ are perfect examples of our crazy, modern society coupled with an intricate human past woven together in an imbalance that we live with daily and don't think to question at times...
What in the world am I talking about, you may be saying.
I saw a story today, a fluff story. I see many of them working in the news room, we call them "kickers". When there's no hard news to give, it's usually a feel good piece towards to end of the half hour dealing with puppies or babies or adorable old couples celebrating their 80th wedding anniversary.
But I digress... this story was about pet owners bringing their poodles to the groomer to have them dyed pink and purple to celebrate Easter.
How is it that we've come to a point the history of humanity, where we commemorate the ultimate, awe inspiring, bloody sacrifice and subsequent resurrection of Jesus... with pink and purple poodles...with eggs and bunnies and sundresses...
Not that I'm an overly religious person... on the contrary, I am against organized religion... But it bothers me that no one understands what sacrifice is anymore, or responsibility, pain, penance, love.
It seems to me like all that people want is feel good commercialism: the pink poodle puppies who save their elderly owners from a fire on the day of their 80th anniversary who subsequently buy a condo in Florida from the insurance money... oh and the woman found the diamond ring she lost decades ago...her son the firefighter wins the lotto and buys a mansion in L.A where he marries the next American Idol.
Is there an entire generation of children growing up who actually idolize American Idols? That really scares me... where are the real role models... What happened to the old Nickelodeon with shows like Pete& Pete that taught kids that they have power, and creativity and can do things better than adults whose minds are clouded by the mundane, by standards! We're a commercial driven, drugged up society.
As soon as someone faces challenges, starts asking to deeper questions of the meaning of life that can't be answered by have a high paying job or a pretty spouse, we say they're depressed and put them on pills to make them numb. But it doesn't work does it.
We're trapped in our own little worlds, plugged into our ipods...overwhelmed with impute and stimuli to make us forget, to save us from troublesome thought.
Perhaps I'm being too broad, too generalized. But I think this self involved, commercialistic, instantaneous gratification way of living is an epidemic tearing us away from our very humanity, our ability to think. I work in TV and most of our audience is pretty damn stupid, and some of the statistics and research I read is terrifying. Did you know that in a recent survey more than 30 percent of Americans believe, ACTUALLY BELIEVE, that the world was created by God and has only existed for roughly 10-thousand years...THIS IS A THIRD OF THE POPULATION OF THE UNITED STATES. (I'm going to look for the exact survey and put up a link soon!)
What can you do against that?
Reality...what is reality. Because despite whatever the truth of our existence may be, the actual truth, people are going to believe whatever they want to and make it real in their minds and live their lives according to those concepts. Does it make it real? The masses certainly give the idea power... enough to power to spark some of the bloodiest conflicts of all time.
Ideas are dangerous because they manipulate our realities.
That's why the media is so powerful, that's why I think that i can make a difference, to help fight the half truths, the subliminal bias and conditioning and PR that can sway the masses and make people believe and fear things and change the way they vote.
But I don't just want to have people vote my way. I don't want them to believe my ideas, I don't want ego to be a part of my work. I want to expose truth, and let them decide...I'm not just saying that as a clever slogan like some networks (Fox*cough*fuckers*cough*)
Can I do it people, can I make a difference, can I stop the pink poodles?
What in the world am I talking about, you may be saying.
I saw a story today, a fluff story. I see many of them working in the news room, we call them "kickers". When there's no hard news to give, it's usually a feel good piece towards to end of the half hour dealing with puppies or babies or adorable old couples celebrating their 80th wedding anniversary.
But I digress... this story was about pet owners bringing their poodles to the groomer to have them dyed pink and purple to celebrate Easter.
How is it that we've come to a point the history of humanity, where we commemorate the ultimate, awe inspiring, bloody sacrifice and subsequent resurrection of Jesus... with pink and purple poodles...with eggs and bunnies and sundresses...
Not that I'm an overly religious person... on the contrary, I am against organized religion... But it bothers me that no one understands what sacrifice is anymore, or responsibility, pain, penance, love.
It seems to me like all that people want is feel good commercialism: the pink poodle puppies who save their elderly owners from a fire on the day of their 80th anniversary who subsequently buy a condo in Florida from the insurance money... oh and the woman found the diamond ring she lost decades ago...her son the firefighter wins the lotto and buys a mansion in L.A where he marries the next American Idol.
Is there an entire generation of children growing up who actually idolize American Idols? That really scares me... where are the real role models... What happened to the old Nickelodeon with shows like Pete& Pete that taught kids that they have power, and creativity and can do things better than adults whose minds are clouded by the mundane, by standards! We're a commercial driven, drugged up society.
As soon as someone faces challenges, starts asking to deeper questions of the meaning of life that can't be answered by have a high paying job or a pretty spouse, we say they're depressed and put them on pills to make them numb. But it doesn't work does it.
We're trapped in our own little worlds, plugged into our ipods...overwhelmed with impute and stimuli to make us forget, to save us from troublesome thought.
Perhaps I'm being too broad, too generalized. But I think this self involved, commercialistic, instantaneous gratification way of living is an epidemic tearing us away from our very humanity, our ability to think. I work in TV and most of our audience is pretty damn stupid, and some of the statistics and research I read is terrifying. Did you know that in a recent survey more than 30 percent of Americans believe, ACTUALLY BELIEVE, that the world was created by God and has only existed for roughly 10-thousand years...THIS IS A THIRD OF THE POPULATION OF THE UNITED STATES. (I'm going to look for the exact survey and put up a link soon!)
What can you do against that?
Reality...what is reality. Because despite whatever the truth of our existence may be, the actual truth, people are going to believe whatever they want to and make it real in their minds and live their lives according to those concepts. Does it make it real? The masses certainly give the idea power... enough to power to spark some of the bloodiest conflicts of all time.
Ideas are dangerous because they manipulate our realities.
That's why the media is so powerful, that's why I think that i can make a difference, to help fight the half truths, the subliminal bias and conditioning and PR that can sway the masses and make people believe and fear things and change the way they vote.
But I don't just want to have people vote my way. I don't want them to believe my ideas, I don't want ego to be a part of my work. I want to expose truth, and let them decide...I'm not just saying that as a clever slogan like some networks (Fox*cough*fuckers*cough*)
Can I do it people, can I make a difference, can I stop the pink poodles?
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