This Year.
October 31st, 2006
Celebriganda
October 31st, 2006
Dateline announced it will have an important interview with Madonna. An advertisement on TV stated that the show would be sure to cover everything “we needed to know.”
Funny… I wasn’t aware that I needed to know the details of Madonna’s adoption. I must admit that I have only heard snippets from different media clips trying to capitalize on what seems to be America’s primary focus. However, this time around, I’m quite happy not to be “down” with the latest scoop.
Is it true that America is so superficial, baseless and shallow? I’ve always believed that the media simply feeds off of demand. If the public loves something, the media will provide more of it and in massive dosages. We do something similar to ourselves when we buy a new CD; listening everyday until warped lines appear on the surface and we get sick of it. This means the media is simply giving us what we want, ensuring we get our urges fulfilled. Therefore, we Americans must want… no, must need to know what Madonna is doing!
Or has the media made a mistake somewhere? Something inside every American must be screaming in protest whenever we are force fed this garbage. We are being insulted on a daily basis, told that we are empty and need some other person’s shallow existence to fill our own. Then when we are down, we are kicked in the head with more unimportant worthless dribble to spur on our addiction.
Where did we go wrong?
I recently saw the movie “Click” and I must say it was a blast to watch. The movie completely blew away my expectations… let’s face it, Adam Sandler’s latest creations haven’t quite hit the golf ball out of the park lately. But “Click” was truly fun to watch. What does “Click” have to do with all this? Movie spoiler, not withstanding, the universal remote that controlled… well, the universe… would remember previous actions. As a cellphone remembers words you’ve texted, the remote would remember that Adam Sandler hates fights, traffic, and times of sickness. So during these uncomfortable times, it would remember to go ahead and fast forward through these moments before he had a chance to stop it. Of course, eventually our protagonist finds himself on his deathbed having missed most of his life.
The lesson?
The media isn’t so much a living breathing entity that seeks our immediate doom, or to instill immorality into our family life as if it had a vendetta against us. It is much like that action-memorizing universal remote. We have expressed a desire for celebrity propoganda and it has snowballed into an onslaught of meaningless irrelevance. Time and time again we have programmed other things into our lives like hate, immorality, bitterness, and selfishness. And the media, greedy as it is, has continued to provide for our unceasing hunger.
Of course the media is a tool. And yes, it does spread immorality, selflessness, and sentiments of low self-esteem, but it’s just as much our own fault. We asked for it! We told it what we wanted and somewhere along the line, we gave it free reign to do with our desires as it will. And now we are a nation of that same meaningless dribble… we asked for it.
Adam Sandler’s character in “Click” dies… but is given a second chance (or else where would the sap-happy ending that we always want be?). Unfortunately we don’t have a second chance, we don’t get a “do-over”. But as Americans and in the democracy we tout to the world, we have the opportunity to change the course of events.
It’s time to change our appetite. “Waiter! I’ve changed my mind…”
I hate being sick.
October 31st, 2006
I don’t suppose anyone actually likes the sniffles, sinus headaches, sore muscles, popping hearing, sensitive teeth, itchy eyes, phlegm clogged in the throat and breathing with one nostril. Judging by the insane amount of cold medicine commercials on TV, I’m not alone this season, either.
You’d think with all the developments and progress in science and technology we would have cured the lowly albeit common cold. Symptoms can be reduced at least… but I can still feel it… draining me…
I wonder how many other posts on blogs all over the world are illness related at this moment. How many other whiny weaklings are venting to their scarce public audiences? Which then makes me wonder how many audience members can relate to what they are reading whilst wearing blankets and holding a warm bowl of soup, or spoonful of anti-cough concoction.
Well if you are participating in whatever manner to this seasons greatest hits, I feel your pain… hopefully for not much longer.
I’m not a girl…
October 29th, 2006
This is just a general note to the public. I just realized the Flickr.com photo feed in the right navigation bar exhibits only the most recent of additions to my album. The last batch of images were from a birthday adventure of sorts to a botanical garden for my girlfriend (of 3 yrs, 10 mos, and 11 days as of this post). Thus, I must heed my internal masculine instinct of fear of being called a girl by simply stating: I am not.
Is it a waste of time writing about wasted time?
October 28th, 2006
… I suppose not? Otherwise Thoreau would lose his appeal, along with perhaps 95% of contemporary Americana-nite authors. Methods of wasting time are well sought after in popular culture. Don’t we all want to know what Paris Hilton does with her free time? Is she still at odds with Nicole? Or was Lindsay the new favorite? Since when did we gain first name basis with people we’ve never met? I apologize Miss Richie, and Miss Lohan.
So here’s my… 30th attempt? at joining the latest and greatest sensation that is sweeping the world by storm. Internet blogging. A few years too late, I’m afraid. Although, in my defense, this isn’t my first blog. Hardly. A true slackslider knows, that blogs are like flowers: one must water daily or fear wilting. This blog may fade as his big brothers.
That’s good enough for a first post (as I recap)… yes, a grabbing introduction, and refined prompt. Oh wait, but did you get the objective? Hm… I suppose you shall have to subscribe (is that the magic word nowadays)?
