I don't have internet or TV, and haven't been keeping up with the news, but today I did some laundry, and picked up a copy of The Times while my quarters went to work. I sat on a chair in the sun and read about the shooting at Fort Hood, the Health Care reform passing in the House, people living in poverty directly on top of enormous oil fields in Iraq--these were all in the front section--in the other sections we had stories about "the decline and fall of the bachelor pad" in NYC, 40 pages in the Auto section, some sprawling story about Sesame Street or Big Bird, etc. In between these stories were ads about the Yankees recent victory, music events and real estate.
If you take a train from Brooklyn and get off up in the Bronx, it's like reading the weekend Times. You see so many things that are so different that you get weary just from traveling across that spectrum--from weighty and interesting to trite and airy--and then back again. It's hard to see things that you dislike existing so close to the things that you think are more important. fashion should go to hell. hell should leave the people alone.
And what do you do about it?
You update a blog and make split pea soup. yep, that's definitely what you do.
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