One of my writing workshops has a pretty quirky leader, which is great because he gives us lots of fun stuff to do. Last week, our objective was to write about an addiction we’ve struggled with personally, BUT we had to do it fast. Bonus points for injected humour a la the great Leonard Michaels. So, I went off on a rambling tangent, as usual, and when I read my piece of preposterous puffery out loud for everyone? Crickets. That’s what I heard, crickets…followed by a few polite smiles and nods of, “Oh! I guess we should be polite. Yes of course it was wonderful.” Anyway, I was a bit
pissed deflated and wanted to immediately shove it beneath the rock I wanted to crawl under. However, that totally goes against much of what I espoused here in the past about not giving a damn what anyone else thinks. So, lest I be accused of posting only the stuff I’m proud of, here’s just one of the many examples of the total shiite I crank out far too often. Enjoy!
Politics, tragedy, and mayhem; three boons to an industry that thrives on laying every ounce of it naked in de-personalized black and white for public consumption. Evil you say? Nah, it’s practical. It keeps our attention connected to the world, and it provides a free pass for the train wreck gawkers and antisocial voyeurs. They get to appear normal for once while hiding behind their gadget of choice. Continue reading