Posts Tagged ‘Barenaked Ladies

05
Apr
11

spring blah’s?

I haven’t written in several days. Feeling kind of tired of everything. Middle-Eastern unrest and upheaval, political sniping, natural disasters and their consequences, arguing children, cats throwing up in the hallway, ugly shoes, professional disappointments, the widening gap between rich and poor, dreary weather, skinny models, Charlie Sheen imploding, blah blah blah.

11 It’s All Been Done

It’s just all the same stuff all the time, and I’m not sure I have anything new to say about it. Besides, do I expect I’m going to change the world one barely-read blog post at a time? Maybe my time would be better spent baking cookies with my daughter or trying to start that short story I’ve been writing in my head for three years, or that article on birth order that will probably meet the same fate as my dissertation (that is, once finished, never again seeing the light of day; who thinks it’s a good idea to spend nine months writing something that your committee and one other person reads?)

But, today’s grace: a cup of really good coffee, pear tart with homemade yogurt for breakfast, Only Daughter starting her daily marathon of front and back walkovers (she “needs to stay in shape while there’s no gymnastics this week”), a two-and-a-half hour teaching day before me instead of the usual 7, birthday salmon and “twinkie” cake (not really, heaven help us, rather a delicious albeit probably-not-particularly-healthy substitute) for my husband (today, happy birthday darlin’) and his son (tomorrow).

07
Dec
10

the same thing, over and over and over again

from “The Lacuna,” by Barbara Kingsolver

The, I assume, fictional, lead character is a young man, Harrison Shepherd, half Mexican, half Caucasian, who worked in the household of the artists Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo when Trotsky lived with them, in hiding from Stalin. Harrison writes, in 1946, from South Carolina, to Diego, reporting on the nature of politics in the U.S.:

“So that is the report you asked for, not entirely good. Our newsmen mostly reviled the ‘worker’s rebellion.’ Politics here now resemble a pillow fight. Lacking the unifying slogan (Win the War), our opposing parties sling absurd pronouncements back and forth, which everyone pretends carry real weight. How the feathers fly. The newsmen leap on anything, though it’s all on the order of, ‘Four out of five shoppers know this is the better dill pickle,’ assertions that can’t be proven but sway opinion. ‘Dance for the crowd’ is the new order, with newsmen leading the politicians like bears on the leash. Real convictions would be a hindrance. The radio is at the root of the evil, their rule is: No silence, ever. When anything happens, the commentator has to speak without a moment’s pause for gathering wisdom. Falsehood and inanity are preferable to silence. You can’t imagine the effect of this. The talkers are rising above the thinkers.”

Hmmm. . .sounds familiar. . .




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