nature of the artform


Land of the Freaks and Home of the Babes

(mainstream media's insinuation into local affairs)


by j jackson


I'm struggling with the nature of my dual system. I want my entire writing motive to come from one source. But, of course, it doesn't, even disregarding blogging. And yet, I had, pretty much, managed to develop a system where almost everything had been filtered through my journal, which I've been using as a staging area for all my work.
Now, I'm developing a second thread of output. I could channel this through the journal too. It wouldn't be difficult at all. But I see it as a different kind of thing. I see blogging as a different kind of expression, an immediate response to input, a spontaneous occurrence, a trail, a record. So, I am divided in my work, even as I strive to unify it.
As I type this, the sun is going in and out. Each time the sunlight fades, I feel an elation, that old motif from childhood that used to excite me when it rained. I liked to hole up in my room on rainy days and read, feeling a sense of adventure in my chest. The rain still does this to me, makes me feel like curling up somewhere alone, but happy.
But when the sun comes out, when the light increases, I want to go outside and play. I even, at times, when it is consistently sunny, feel like cutting the grass and trimming the hedges. The attitude even goes so far, in rare moods, as to want to socialize. Sunshine and warm weather bring out the best in all of us. We are sun worshipers.
We are far more attuned to the weather than we most of the time consciously realize. It determines our behaviors, our moods being foremost among them. We fight this connection by hiding away from it, at least from its extremities, by isolating ourselves from it inside heated or air-conditioned buildings. That strategy itself is revealing.
My journal is my rainy day, and blogging is my sunlight. But I fight the transition, like I fight the transition between winter and summer. I want it all to be one thing, one motive. I want unity and, always, I end up with diversity. When the universe was created, it split in two, and then two more, and then... and we spend our time putting it back together.
I will write and I will blog. I will wake and I will sleep. I will feel cold and I will feel hot. I will laugh and I will cry. I will go along with the way the universe is and I will complain about it. I will read Ecclesiastes and I will watch tv. But, I will keep trying to make sense out of life and struggle to make this complex diversity one whole thing.

This whole world, in fact the universe, a spherical completion, is one whole thing. Reporting on its nature is as pure an aesthetic as one can achieve. But the evolving (or is it devolving?) profession of journalism is tainting the traditional practice. I think of myself as a journalist sometimes. I know how to write in a journalistic format. I was formally trained in the method and I practiced it for a number of years. I just choose not to write that way any more. It doesn't allow me to express the more chaotic nature of my mind. It's okay for simplistic, linear, "real-life" storytelling, but for more artistic purposes, it falls a bit short. And anyway, the new journalism is compromising the practice to the point where it's beginning to resemble my more chaotic style anyway. So what's the difference? A diverse world requires a diverse journalistic methodology. The universe may be a spherical completion, but we don't know it, because the psychic weather of illusion interferes with our perceptions.

I watch the weather on tv and think it's real. I don't go out because they say it's going to rain, and then it doesn't and I feel foolish. I report on the state of the world like weather people report the weather. I issue short reports grounded in the immediate situation that are as often wrong as they are right. I collect them into pastiches like a television news show and I publish them to a website.


Blogging as Publishing

I saw a piece on tv last night (I think it was on MSNBC) that touted the new breed of journalist as "interpreters" of the news. It claimed that since "reporting" has become so prevalent, what with the Internet being what it is and everyone and anyone capable of acting as a "journalist," the industry has turned a corner and is now more in the business of providing their consumers with less hard fact and more opinion, views on how the news applies to their own (consumers' and reporters') lives. I bristle at this idea, as does, apparently, a segment of the professional news community. And yet, it is a mainstream idea. This is no alternative news movement. This is the big girls and boys talking here, the up and coming segment of the profession.
But I believe that professional news organizations should insist that their representatives remain "objective" while subjectivity and opinionated reportage1 is left to assholes like me. The problem is, no one believes in objectivity any more. Even I don't believe in it. It's an impossible agenda. And yet I long for the good old days when newsmen pretended to be so straight, and they sat in a chair, not leaning against the front of a desk with a map of Afghanistan off to one side and a visible newsroom hustling in the background. All of my life I've been the person who spouts out alternative opinions, often just to be obstinate, half of the time not even believing so much in what I was saying as just trying to stir up trouble. Now, the domain of commonplace jerks like me is being appropriated by corporate talking bodies. (They've gone over to full body shots now, with short-skirted ladies showing lots of leg, to appeal to prurient interests to gain a wider market share.) I don't like it when the world catches up with me. When it does, I tend to get more radical to outdistance it. And I don't need to become any more radical than I already am. If I go any farther out, I'll be heading back in again. And I certainly don't want that.
But I belittle myself and my ilk when I define myself as a "commonplace jerk." If professional journalists are going to abandon their former standards in favor of opinionated "reporting," especially when their opinions are biased in favor of one political party, political system, way of life, or whatever, then they legitimize me. If they feel that in order to compete with people like me, they have to add opinion to their arsenal, then they raise me to their level as much as they lower themselves to mine. Professionalism then really does become defined as nothing more than who gets paid for doing what we're doing. And don't try to blame me for usurping your domain and forcing you into a competition of opinion. You're the ones who started it.
So, wait a minute, then. What am I saying here? That I really am a journalist, after all? Well, I write and publish a journal, which becomes more and more of a journal every day as I resolve the discrepancy in my mind between immediate (blogging) v. longer-term publishing (online). [Some people call this "journaling"2 to distinguish it from the more "professional" practice of "journalism," but I now disagree. If you do it daily, it's journalism. If you even make an attempt to present facts, despite how much they are couched in opinion (opinions are facts peculiar to an individual), you are a reporter. But enough of this quibbling.] This is the real distinction, not between blogging and journal entries (a blog is a journal), but between publishing immediately, off the top of my head, or after a period of consideration. [This "debate" can be seen as the old journalist v. writer controversy. Is a journalist a "good" writer? Didn't used to be, by some definitions. Now, the journalists are the status quo and no one questions their credentials any more. Well, look out, wordsmiths. There's a new kid in town, and he doesn't like to play by the rules.]

But all of this argument doesn't resolve my internal discrepancy between my journal and my desire to blog. And it doesn't at all address the nature of my journal, which becomes distorted, split apart into fragments, as I try to make something out of it that it isn't, as I try to bring similar content together, as I pick out the threads and reweave them into different pieces of cloth, and then use the material made to make a set of clothes that I can wear like a novel. The problem is that the material is weak because the clothes are threadbare in places, not from overuse, but from incompletion.
The analogy begins to pull apart like the fabric itself. Sometimes the creation is threadbare from overuse, as I use, again and again, the same themes, the same images, the same ideas, the same characters in similar texts, over and over again. Every author does this to create her oeuvre, but most of them restrict themselves to separate works, using plot and resolution to make their repetitions more palatable to a consumer public that otherwise thinks the author to be flippant and erratic.
I am a reporter, of world events and of my own internal operations. (There is not so much difference between them as you might think.) The problem I am struggling with now is not what I am doing (I am a journalist/reporter, after all), but how I am going to do it. As usual, it's the format I'm dealing with here, not the content. Will I write to a daily deadline, with minimal revision (blogging) or will I wait, until the material is somewhat seasoned?
My previous method has been to publish my journal material the following month, after I have had time to digest what I've written and disconsider the crap. That is not a luxury afforded a real journalist who puts himself out in front of the public immediately daily. Of course, those journalists have editors who correct structural errors and even content mistakes. I have no such luxury. I am my own editor.
    a summary
    I'm a journalist in that:

  • I check the news (e-mails/tv) every day for content and items of interest to my journalistic method, i.e., for material relevant to the Internet and to the world in general as it appeals to me, as I reflect it, and it me.
  • I document my life and influences, daily (in the form of a journal), i.e., I keep a journal.
  • I maintain an ezine, a kind of (mock) professional publication. [journal abstract review]
  • I "report" (and thus, I am a reporter, a journalist) on myself and the world (microcosm/macrocosm) [broken news / blogs etc.]
  • I'm an amateur in that I don't do it for a living, but a professional in that I publish a journal.
  • Except for doing journalism for money, the distinction between professional and amateur is fading fast away.
  • And most importantly, I am free to do journalism as I please, and to define it as I please, because I live in a democracy.
  • I define myself as a postmodern grammarian, an insincere contradiction in terms. I report on the state of the world as it is refracted through the media and filtered through my brain. This method creates maximal distortion, which is exactly representational of a distorted world. Distortion of distortion makes the message all but recognizable. The news is distorted, politics are distorted, social events are distorted, finance is distorted, even Martha Stewart, a stalwart icon of American normality, is distorted.

    It doesn't matter to me whether Martha Steward did it or not, or even whether she lied. The Feds are out to get her, no matter what, and that's enough to convince me that they should leave her alone. But is she getting a bad deal? It shouldn't be illegal to sell stock based on insider info you receive. What are you supposed to do when you know your stock is about to take a hit? Sit idly by and do nothing while your money disappears? It's a different matter, though, when you've got money invested in a company of which you are a functional part. Then you have a responsibility to the company to assure that your personal finances do not conflict with those of the company. Maybe the law should be that anyone who works for the company shouldn't be allowed to maintain a financial position in it. But that would eliminate a lot of incentive to do a good job, at least at the higher levels. And besides, what do you do about owners? It's an impractical solution. So, the next best thing is to prevent insider trading. What should be illegal (and is) is the insiders leaking the info in the first place. It's not a far stretch to see, then, how outsiders, having gained access to info from insiders, further an insider's personal agenda. (Saving someone a lot of money can have very big social and career rewards.) So, it becomes a matter of how much the outsider is in personal touch with the insider and how she came by the inside information. (Was she told directly, did she just happen to overhear a conversation she wasn't supposed to, did she see a private memo lying unattended on a desk, was she, like in the film Absence of Malice--meant to see it while the revealer conveniently left the area for a moment? We could be punishing victims when we charge outsiders with insider trading, or we could be getting it right, because they knew far more than their outside position would reasonably dictate. It's called "insider trading" because the insiders are doing it. Outsiders who receive info from the insiders shouldn't be breaking any laws. Of course, the real question is, is Martha really an outsider? A lot of outsiders walk a very fine inside/outside line.
    [An analogous situation?]

    Inside/outside is just another schizoid focus that I easily pick up on, like art/life, or form/content, or blogging/ journalism. I've become preoccupied with media and the dichotomous situations it presents (when real life is more continuous and not given to either/or situations). The media conveniently reduce issues to black and white. Shades of gray are to be avoided whenever possible. They confuse the issues. But life is one big grayscale. The Internet is a possible solution to this media fiction, but only if we make the effort to search out the diversity. It seems most people are quite happy to live in an either/or world. Not me. I'm schizoid enough. Searching out diverse variations is my therapy. I use the Net to this purpose, to become more continuous. There is no better use of the Net.

    Sometimes things aren't exactly black and white when it comes to accounting procedures.
    George W. Bush
    If accounting procedures are not black and white, they're not accounting for very much, are they? This is one of those rare areas in life where shades of gray are absolutely not acceptable. But maybe I'm missing the point. Maybe Georgie is talking in code about his politics. Or projecting. But he doesn't get the Internet anyway, does he? He doesn't know what continuity means. He's an either/or type of guy, despite his pretense, an elitist who only pretends he's of the masses.

    The wonder of the web is that it's not for the elite. Everyone can get on this bandwagon. And they do, with or without us [Web designers].
    Nora Scandella
    I-Design Newsletter
    Issue #255
    There are so many interesting people on the Net, and the commercial interests and the corporations are not at all crowding them out as it was feared not so long ago that they would do.
    There are so many people working in an alternative medium, and the mainstream interests that are adopting the medium as a second outlet are only providing an obvious contrast.
    There are so many people who prove daily that they have every bit as much quality material to present as the big boys (and girls) do, material inaccessible before the medium became available to them.
    Try as they may, the major interests cannot seem to appropriate the medium and its message fast enough. The little guys outdistance them at every turn, and even when their quality is not so slick, it is every bit as interesting, if not more so.
    The Net is a people's medium, still. Corporate interests dominate vast segments of it, but individuals stand out among them, shining clean and clear amid the hype and glitter. The Net has opened up the world to the common people. We need no longer be bored by mainstream, cookie-cutter, white-bread, monocultural pap that corporations use to try to ply us with. If we are still bored (boredom has some very funny symptoms; don't be so sure you are not so bored), then it's our own damn fault.
    As I encounter these interesting people of the Web, I can't help but compare myself negatively to them. And it's difficult enough for me to maintain a good self-image as it is. I've striven all my life to be just who I am and nothing more. I express my own individual self--and I do it on my Website. But I still find myself wanting to emulate others I admire. Because they are so interesting. That's the problem with a medium. It begs conformity. But this medium is different, simply because of the access so many interesting and divergent people have to it. So, no matter how much I may try to emulate others, there are so many others doing so many different things that I am always going to fail to conform to a single standard. (Standards are fast becoming passe, a postmod phenomenon.) This should be a good thing for me. It should force me to see my way through the multiplicity of a complex world to my own one way. But instead, I see how much I fail to measure up to the multiple standards others are setting.
    But, ultimately, after I extract myself from the confusion, the only conclusion I can come to is to decide to express myself and leave the other, better, more interesting people to do their own things. I have always wanted to develop a polished art that was like others' more mainstream or more "advanced" or more finished arts, when I should have been all along trying to be uniquely myself, settling for a lesser, more incomplete art (because that's what the world and people are, and art that is completed is a lie, an attempt to present the world as a finished product). Role models are a fine thing, but they have one big drawback: they are not me.
    A method for classifying Websites (for aesthetic values instead of the more usual functional ones like DL time, intuitivity, function, etc.):
    1. Commercial. Hype. Too Busy (with a lot of graphics and text; too crowded in) You know the ones I mean. Formulaic. Navbar on left, text in middle, ads on right. Standard and boring and too complicated to bother trying to search through unless you're looking for something very specific.
    2. Commercial. But clean.
    3. Non-commercial (educational, non-profit, govt., etc). But standard nonetheless. Boring.
    4. Non-commercial. Unique, or plain (in the positive sense, ala the Amish).
    5. Completely unique. An inability to classify. One of a kind, or one of only several of a kind.
    6. Amateur. Unique or plain.
    7. Amateur. Bad, but providing, nevertheless, insight into the personality of their creators.
    * All Websites are interesting in this last sense.
    * I'll post below examples of each of these as I come across them and think to relate them to this piece.

    Examples of:

    #6 - Batish

    Meanwhile, I have a great idea for a novelty Website, and since I don't know how to write the code, I give it to any genius out there who does, and all that ask is that I be credited up top with the idea and a link provided to my site. If anyone knows if this idea has been done before, please e-mail me.
    Okay, here goes: the title of the site would be something like 'non-sense' and it would be composed of random content gathered from the Net entirely arbitrarily, without regard for appropriateness. It would get images and snippets of text directly from other sites and include them in a fixed format (e.g., title, header, summary paragraph, body content, right and left TDs or divs, footnotes, etc.) Of course, none of the content would match, and that's the point.
    At the end of each include is an all but invisible link back to the source site, and the existence of these links is explained prominently at the page introduction. I believe that using other site's material in this way is fair use; it would be legal since it is abstractive, highly transformative, and does not impinge on the copyright holders' rights of display.

    A site like this would be an example of how a local artist (or whoever) insinuates him/herself into the larger, more global context (a reversal of the theme of media insinuating itself into local affairs) by creating a work composed of random elements of the (Internet) medium (albeit, a poor example. There are much better ones, such as any artist who intentionally creates a pastiche, such as this one, out of media influences that affect his/her life/art.) It works both ways, insinuation, but we tend to notice it only when we are the ones being insinuated into.

    The Media/Police Invade My Neighborhood

    I'm sitting at my computer working this morning when I become aware that a noise has been persisting outside that I've been unconsciously struggling to tune out. It's a helicopter, which isn't unusual, except that it's been hanging around so long. So I go outside to take a look. It starts to go away, and then it returns, again and again. I wonder what's going on. The first thing I think of is a major traffic accident down on the highway. I go back inside and back to work. But after fifteen more minutes of this, I decide to set aside my work and go and investigate.
    When I go back outside, I see that there are now two helicopters. I go down to get the car out of the garage and notice that Steve, my neighbor from across the street, has piled up more wood in my driveway. He's a landscaper, and he gives me all the wood he comes across to burn in my wood stove. I'm going to have to make a dedicated effort soon to carry all that wood around to the back, split it all, stack it, and get ready for winter. I get into the car and head toward the shopping center, since that seems to be the helicopters' focal point.
    At the bottom of my hill, a cop car coming from the opposite direction makes the turn up Hoover Drive in front of me. I follow it up. Halfway up the hill, it turns off onto a dead end lane. At the top of the hill, past the flatlands, as I'm about to make the last ascent to the very top of the hill, I see another cop car pulling out of an old dirt road. Something is definitely up. At the top of the hill, at the water tower, I see a KDKA news truck. Then I see a newsman interviewing someone. Then, as I come around the bend, I see a lot of police cars and a fire truck at the local grade school. Maybe there was a fire or something.
    I drive on past, do a huey at the shopping center and drive back, slowing down as I pass the school again, soaking in as much detail as I can. But I can get no further hint as to what is happening.
    Back at home, I decide to call my brother to see if he's heard anything over the fire monitor. Joyce answers. She doesn't know anything. She tells me that Jim is at the fire hall. I call him there and ask him what's up. He tells me that they're looking for some guy who's hiding in the woods. For the last three days he's broken into houses in the area around Laketon Road and he raped a woman. His car broke down last night and he abandoned it and the cops have been looking for him for twelve hours.
    He says, "It's been on the news for three days."
    "Oh," I say. "I don't watch the local news."
    He says, "Who is this?"
    "Joe!"
    "Joe who?"
    "Joe, your brother!"
    "Oh. I didn't recognize your voice."
    Suddenly, I feel very out-of-it. He dismisses me and hangs up. I was going to ask him about his vacation. But I must have interrupted him at something. He, Joyce, and Danny just got back from ten days in Florida and he knows more about what's going on locally than I do. There could be a killer in the woods out back just waiting for me to let my guard down (actually, it's been down for quite sometime, the effect of the summer weather) so that he could break into the house and use it as a sanctuary, killing me first, of course, in my sleep. Living alone makes me more of a potential victim--and more paranoid.
    I'd watch the local news, but it's so parochial, and it's not on continually, like CNN or FOX or MSNBC. I do occasionally watch PCNC, the channel that rebroadcasts local WIIC news, because the news is on about half the time, interspersed with local interest programming. I've been spoiled by the postmodern media where, when you want news, you can turn it on at any given time and get it, or some white bread version of it. I want my news at my own convenience. I don't want to have to schedule my life around watching the tv.
    I'm going to have to start getting all of my news off of the Internet. I realize now that I could have gone to one of the local tv station's sites. I don't know what they are, but I'm sure they wouldn't be hard to find. I should give up on tv news completely and convert over to the Net entirely, but tv is so convenient. It's much easier to sit back and be told what's going on that to have to go in search of it. Searching it out requires a more assertive approach. It's that old passive recipient v. active reader argument in the reader/plastic medium debate. It is much easier to be told what's happening. It's more intellectually demanding to engage your brain by reading.
    But, on the other hand, tv news (as well as drama) does engage my brain. I've developed a critical watching habit. I question everything. So, is there really any intellectual difference between reading and watching tv for information? I can see how you could become a passive recipient and allow yourself to be told what's happening, without critical review. Lots of people believe everything they hear. But how profound is that argument? Don't lots of people believe everything they read too? How much more does reading engage the brain? Maybe there is a critical level, early on in the learning process, where the brain needs to be stimulated and read words do the stimulating. But how persistent is that phenomenon over time as people age?
    I should read Noam Chomski's backlist. I'm sure the answer to this dilemma I pose has already been answered long ago. But I've got a lot of work to do that is far more important to me. Maybe one day they'll come out with a tv special on him. (That I doubt very much. If there's any chance of it, PBS would do it, and they're too busy worrying about who's deep-linking to their website. Their content has depreciated severely over the past few years, another victim of the great conservative conspiracy that's finally made Bill Clinton seem irrelevant. Another few years and Bush's contingents will have completely dismantled Clinton's proactive fiscal respon- sibility. Don't the business people see what's happening here? Look at the stock market. Look at the economy. Those who think that Bush isn't responsible for it have got their eyes closed. Actually, they probably do understand. Business people are not dummies, for the most part. But do they consciously realize it? Or are they just going along with the old wisdom that Republicans are business' friends and democrats (as opposed to Democrats) are its enemy? (Because competition, although it is paid lip-service, is not really a desired modus operandus.) I didn't think business people were that blind. But I guess, when it comes right down to it, they're just like everyone else.
    Thinking back on my phone conversation with my brother, I realize I don't like the dismissive attitude he took toward me. Maybe it was just a coincidence and I did actually interrupt him at something, but I've been noticing a gradual change in his attitude toward me over the past several years. I don't think he likes me any more. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. Or maybe he's been like this all along and I'm only now waking up to it. Or maybe he's finally growing up and abandoning that inferiority complex he's had toward me, that younger brother syndrome. If that's it, then I hope he's not trading it for the dismissive attitude he seems to be adopting. That wouldn't be any more mature that the inferiority thing. He may think he's returning a dismissal that he's been getting from me, he may feel that I have been dismissing him--when I have not, at all, although I can see how he (and many others, with more justification) might think that. I have been more than a bit standoffish all my life, all the more so the past ten or so years. But it's all an act, especially as it applies to my family, a superiority complex that reveals the same unconscious sense of inferiority that seems to run in our family--at least among the males.
    I am very much in tune with everyone who has dealings with me, and if it seems to them that I do not pay so much attention to them as they think I should, well, they just don't know. There are all kinds of attention, and mine is a passive kind. And as for my family, there's not a week goes by that I don't think of them, often. I reserve contact for those occasions when I am prompted to contact them, but that contact is the richer for the preparation work I do alone.
    I can see how a reader might interpret these remarks as an over-sensitivity I have to this problem, perhaps interpreting that I am projecting a lot here. And maybe so. But I don't see it, really. Or rather, I don't accept the argument. Anyway, whether I am sensitive or not doesn't dismiss the fact that my brother cut me off in our phone conversation, as if he didn't have the time for me, when I always have the time for him, and then some, or I make it, whether he believes it or not, always interrupting my schedule to accommodate his requests.
    Yeah, he's not growing up. He's not changing in any way, except maybe growing more rigid every year. He's doing exactly what our father did. I hope I can continue to avoid that old-age thing. I hope I can remain forever young, continuing to search out the truth when the vested interests use the media, and now the Internet, to further their agenda and convince me that I should be exactly the way they want me to be. I shouldn't be any way. The way I am is determined by whom it is I have to deal with--unless I can see it in time and head it off. I should take a proactive, and not a reactive stance, to my brother, and to my world. I should determine who I am and be that, despite everything. But at times I can be as unconscious as everyone else can. I can tune it all out and even, on occasion, watch sports on television. We can't be rational, determined thinking machines all the time. Can we?

    Our rational minds are ruled by language. Proper grammar and sentence structure (independent of current style and usage) determine well-defined thoughts. Logic is dependent upon proper mental function according to well established (physiological) rules. But very few of us operate on this level all the time, and some of us operate on it hardly at all. It's a relative matter.
    I think back to when I was twenty. I really thought at that time that I had a good command of the English language--and I did, in comparison with most others my age. But from my point of view now, I hardly knew a thing (and not only re language, but even more so re life). So I have no choice but to conclude that, although I now have a far, far better command of the language (and of life), when I am eighty, I will look back and see that I now still hardly know a thing.
    We are never as advanced as we think we are, because we always will be more advanced later (or, if we're not, then we're not advanced at all, thus preventing our further advancement), when we will look back and see that we were not so advanced when we thought we knew it all. Being advanced is only possible when we admit that we have a farther way to go.
    Is it progress if a cannibal uses a fork?
     
    Stanislaw J. Lec
    I progress. I think. I imagine. I worry. What if this tough economy takes a turn I do not forsee and I have to go out and get a job again? I haven't worked at a job in eight years now. How will I go about it? What will I say? How will I rationalize my absence?


    Strategy for a Job Interview

    "For the seven of the last eight years I've been a househusband. I retired early in order to write full time. My wife was a psychologist who earned a lot more than I did, so it made sense for us rearrange our lives. But she died last year after a three-year illness with breast cancer."

    Do you object to taking a lie detector test?

    "I have some problems with them. First of all, although I think that they measure physiological changes accurately, what do those changes mean? I don't believe that the interpretation of results is an accurate science and it can easily be gotten wrong. But more important than that is my doubt about wanting to work for a company that feels it must test employees in that way. It's an indication that the company doesn't have a trustful attitude toward its employees. You get what you give. You get employee trust and loyalty by giving it. The same is true for drug testing."
    [However, I'll take the test, if it's required to get the job. Then, later, after it's determined that I passed, I'll turn the job down with the rationale that I never had any intention of taking the job, but I couldn't go away refusing to take the test and have it thought that I didn't want to take it because I feared a negative result.
    If, then, they're unhappy with the fact that I wasted their time and resources, I'll say "Well, what do you expect? You get what you give."]

    For this reason alone, not to mention all of the others, I don't think I'd make a good employee. My days as a good employee, I think, are over. Once you see through the game, you're ruined. And when you have so much time to yourself to consider what it is you've done with your life, when you review how you have lived and, specifically, what kind of an employee you had been, and when you watch too much tv and see the stories of people who are screwed by companies, you can't go back. Thomas Woolf says you can't go home again. I say you can't go back to work again. After you've tasted the freedom of your time being your own, how can you sell it again to the highest bidder, especially when the market is so undervalued? This is what tv does to you. You let it into your home, and you watch it too much, and it ruins your perspective--or else it improves it, which is the same thing. Companies you work for don't want you to be too wise. Generally, television programming glosses over such wisdom as you might glean from it, presenting a monocultural pap to an audience that wants to be sedated, unless you learn to watch between the pixels.

    My life has been one long television show, punctuated by commercials. If I were to write out the history of my life, my autobiography, it would be a television script. Except that parts of it would be R and X-rated--cable tv, or pay-per-view. But the rest of it would be mundane, ordinary stuff.


    A Literal Transcription from Old Notes Taken from Tape3

    "What do you want me to do? What would make you happy?"
    "Nothing. I am happy."
    "No. Seriously."
    "Seriously."
    "Come on. Be serious."
    "I am serious. I'm seriously happy."
    "There's something else. I can feel it."
    "Feel what?"
    "I don't know. Something you want."
    I reach up and feel her breasts. "Feel this?"
    "Be serious."
    "I am." I grab her sides and tickle her. She laughs and twists away.
    "Stop. Quit it."
    I persist.
    "I mean it. Tell me."
    I stop. "Tell you what?"
    "What you want me to do for you."
    "Oh. Hmm. Let's see. Oh, I know."
    "What?"
    "Cut the grass."
    "Come on. You know what I mean."
    "No. What do you mean?"
    "I mean sexually, or..."
    "Oh, sexually. Okay. Okay. Let's see... Okay. I got it. Fuck me."
    "I just did. I mean something more."
    "No. I mean, fuck me. I mean you fuck me."
    "You mean me be on top."
    "Well, that'd be nice, but I mean more than that."
    "What?"
    "Do it to me."
    "You mean like get a dildo and fuck you up the ass?"
    I laugh. "No. I don't think I'd like that too much. But with that attitude."
    I go on to explain in detail [which I write from memory; the recorder ran out of tape]: her goal should be to make me come, to approach me, to do whatever she had to do, preferably without referring directly to it in words, but in any case to get me into her and to an orgasm in as short a time as possible, by her own initiative alone, without trying to attract me to get me to pursue her, as if it were my idea. [I had proven to her that I was capable of that kind of behavior toward her, behavior that could satisfy her, to the point of distraction--of dissociation. And she loved me for it. I drove her crazy (her word). But I wanted her to do that to me. That was the very reason that I could do it to her, because I knew that was the way I wanted to be done to.] I warned her. I had tricks I wasn't going to tell her about, to prolong the approaching and seducing behavior in her, to frustrate her attempts to reach her determined goal [because a secondary desire of mine is to prolong my pleasure, to avoid being brought to orgasm as she tried to make me come]. But extending it was not to be her purpose. If she wanted me to do that to her, okay. I would. (But why would she, when she could experience the same thing over and over again?) What I wanted was for her to pursue me, to try to make me come fast, no matter what I did--the sooner, the better, as far as her success was concerned. But, if it took so very long, that was not her failure. Her failure, if it occurred, would be in giving up.
    But, as a practical matter, she never succeeded.
    "I can't," she said, on her first attempt a few days later, when she was once again feeling amorous."
    "Why not?"
    "You won't let me."
    "That's a part of the game."
    "I get turned on and forget. You make me forget about it."
    I guess, after all, that's not so bad a thing.

    My life is punctuated with episodes like these. I've written them into novels and stories, but any more, I feel like I should be telling them like the truth, literally--except that I sometimes feel like I should be more discrete, I don't know why. It's not like I'm protecting anyone's reputation or anything. The people I write about have a far worse reputation than I could ever depict through my episodes with them. Maybe if I wrote about other things they did that I have no direct knowledge of, things I'd heard about them, things that comprise their reputations...
    Anyway, I'd never find the time to write it all. I have enough to write about as it is. Any more, though, I never have trouble finding time to write. The trouble I have is finding time to not write. I have a lot of things that I should be doing, but don't do, because I write. Either I write (and do other writing-related tasks) or I'm too tired to accomplish much of anything else at all.
    But that's all beside the point. The point (in case you've thus far missed it) is that television is more and more an intrusion on our lives. It tells us what to think, generally, and more particularly, it sets the agenda for our daily thoughts and conversations. We go to work and talk about the incidents we saw last night on the tv. We come home and, instead of talking about our work, we watch more tv, to learn what is going on in the world, when what is going on, really, is what is happening to us right here, and not to someone else on the other side of the country or the world. It's an endless trap. Television is a way we forget about what we think is our humdrum existence. They program it to that purpose, prompting us to follow their agenda.

    MSNBC Question of the Day:
    Should Americans be worried about
    the presence of armed guards in airports?

    Yes. But I'm more worried about being shot or abused by the armed guards than I am about terrorists. When the National Guard was "guarding" the airports, I worried, although, as it turns out, they weren't issued ammunition, which jibes with my experience as an active guardsman for two years after I was discharged from the army. We weren't allowed to have live ammunition. And there was a good reason for that. The National Guard can't adequately guard anything, because they're a bunch of jerks, at least in the rank and file. Imagine your next door neighbor with a gun, entrusted with your safety. Okay. Maybe you got real lucky and ended up with a mature and responsible next door neighbor who also happens to be a gun enthusiast. It's unlikely. It could happen, but my experience is that mature and responsible people tend not to feel the need to carry guns. And the army brass, whatever else they are, are not stupid. They know better than to trust citizen soldiers with live ammo. Even on active duty, soldiers seldom get live ammo. Only the most trusted among them, the officers and the MPs get to go live. So, one of the worst thing that could happen would be to issue ammo to guardsmen in airports. That's asking for an incident. It'd be like having the eighteen-year-old kid next door assigned to guard your neighborhood with a gun. Should there be armed guards in airports? It depends on who they are. I don't even trust most cops with guns. Not because they're not capable of using them safely, but because their standards are different than mine. Most of them are very comfortable with the idea of a police state. I'm not. I don't even want to think about it. It upsets me too much, because it's too close to the truth, overall. But it's irrelevant to my local life, right now. But I have to think about it now. It was on tv. It'd be better if, instead of watching tv, I would go out to the local airport and experience its condition first hand. That way, I'd know a certain particular truth instead of being tied in to a television myth. But even that activity would have been programmed by tv programming. You can't get away from it any more. Even if you don't watch tv, your neighbors do, and it's all they want to talk about and be influenced by.

    Another intrusion into our lives, another way that "they" attempt to program us, comes via e-mail. Maybe I'm naive and missing the subtleties of the subject, but isn't spam to the Internet what junk mail is to the land mail system? No one who receives it likes most junk mail either, but its a fact of life in a free (i.e., capitalist) society. (It's not really free, is it? In fact, it can be quite expensive.) I understand that spam has a lot more potential for clogging up the delivery system, and that junk mail is paid for via postage rates, so maybe the solution is to charge a small fee for spam and prosecute people for theft of service for trying to send it for free. All e-mail could be assessed a fee, a tax, if you will, and then spammers would have to compete with everyone else in a competitive market. But the last time that idea was proposed, it was vehemently shouted down. And I agree, of course. But it would level the playing field with the snail mail system, and it would be totally in line with our capitalist governmental-corporate monocultural practices. The other alternative is to outlaw spamming altogether, which seems to be the direction in which we're heading. I'm all for it, despite (or maybe because of) its non-capitalist, more socialistic nature. No one, then, will legally send anyone anything they don't specifically ask for. Then, apply that same standard to the land mail system. And then, to telemarketers. Oh yeah. Then, maybe, we can apply the same principle to everyday life as well. No one bothers or even contacts anyone else unless given specific permission to do so. Wouldn't it, then, be a much more peaceful world?

    My peaceful world is fraying at the edges, again. I'm experiencing a flare-up of my "don't go out of your way to contact people" mentality, which is taking the form of resisting the e-mailing of responses to newsletters and mailing-list subscriptions. Maybe this is a function of (my periodic) low self-esteem and/or inferiority complex (which is balanced, or counterpointed, by my manic competent/superior state). Thus, this is a piece designed to correct/enlighten me on this matter:
    All people have the inherent right to express themselves (even if they do it inappropriately, but inappropriate expression is often corrected through social mechanisms/ responses that, to someone who suffers from low-self esteem/an inferiority complex, will serve to demotivate or even derail, so it's better to be correct from the beginning, because we fragile-minded individuals have enough of a problem maintaining a balanced state even when we act perfectly correctly when people will respond out of their own needs that may not be so appropriately expressed, serving to demotivate or derail us just the same). Whether what I express is misguided, stupid, crazy, pandering (I doubt that it is ever that, but why do I feel a need to qualify this, am I recognizing a repression here?), or just plain inane, I have the right to express it, uninhibited. [It's more my own self than anyone's response that inhibits me. My worst reaction is usually to a non-response, because I imagine that one of the categories above is exactly how the non-responder feels about me. If you want me to think the worst of you (from my POV) as well as, then, the worst of myself, then don't respond to what I express. In this sense, I am really suffering here. No one's contacted me in a long, long time.]
    So, the thing to do in order to assure my own mental well-being, is to ascertain that what I say/write is always (as much as is possible) appropriate. At least, in any given case, no matter what the response or non-response is, I will know that I have been correct. To this end, I cite guidelines I got from some unknown source (it may have been HTML Goodies To Go's newsletter when Joe Burns edited it).

      From: TimR [timr@sprint.ca]
      Subject: The 10 Commandments of Email
    • Thou shalt include a clear and specific subject line.
    • Thou shalt edit any quoted text down to the minimum thou needest.
    • Thou shalt read thine own message thrice before thou sendest it.
    • Thou shalt ponder how thy recipient might react to thy message.
    • Thou shalt check thy spelling and thy grammar.
    • Thou shalt not curse, flame, spam or USE ALL CAPS.
    • Thou shalt not forward any chain letter.
    • Thou shalt not use e-mail for any illegal or unethical purpose.
    • Thou shalt not rely on the privacy of e-mail, especially from work.
    • When in doubt, save thy message overnight and reread it in the light of the dawn.
      And, here's the "Golden Rule" of E-Mail:
    • That which thou findest hateful to receive, sendest thou not unto others.
    I have to keep in mind that sending out responses, to friends and acquaintances as well as more blindly to people I don't know or barely know, is a promotional practice, and a developmental art as well. Sometimes it occupies my time so much that it displaces writing and website construction, satisfying in a different way that urge I have to express myself. In the past, I've used this expressive aspect of response to e-mails to feed my journal writing when I haven't felt like mailing out responses directly. (They get fed into my art, much like ana will do in her online journal.)
    I'll always feel this way, I guess--at times timid and wary of contacting others. But e-mail is a relatively safe way to make contact--unless they write me back, or unless they don't.
    This is a way I attempt to insinuate myself onto a world that insinuates itself into me.

    All my life I've felt belittled, humiliated, manipulated, from the earliest days of grade school all the way to recent weeks when I think about what people's reactions might have been to my recent e-mails.
    I've felt demeaned while sitting in heavy traffic, or struggling to get a parking space, or riding on public transportation, not because of any specific incident, but in general, by the mere activity.
    When I'm stifled, unencouraged, unappreciated, resisted, rejected, made to feel like a part of a machine-like world, or even only disregarded, I feel less than what I know I am, or what I can become.
    I know this is my superego functioning, poorly. I know I'm responsible for my own feelings, even though the precipitating factors of those feelings exist in a real world of callous and cruel people.
    I harbored these feelings early on, incorporating them into my psychology until it was only natural that I began to express them as a part of myself, acting toward others in the way they acted toward me.
    I don't make excuses for acting wrongly in this way. I only explain that I did. My best solution has always been to escape from the pain of feeling, coming to their same conclusion, that I am right.
    Feeling, belittled, humiliated, manipulated, controlled, in all I've done, even if I have been made to feel I was wrong, I am at least as right or wrong as anybody else. I am right in withdrawing from it all.
    When, especially out of cold weather, in acting defensively when I am put upon manipulatively and aggressively, I act toward someone inappropriately, I make a defense out of the motive.
    (They project onto me, which they don't see.) Or out of the past, my past, instead of in the present, not realizing that observing someone through closed curtains is a greater sin than masturbating.
    Or telling someone they're dirty is a far greater sin than being dirty. Besides, her family is not so clean themselves, and anyway, she's fat. What if I told her that? People always blame you for their sins.
    If you let them. If you do not withdraw. If you allow them to insinuate themselves into your local life. If you participate in the main stream of events that the media streams into your home. If, if...
    Getting over the past is an ongoing affair.

    My "problem" is I don't interact with people, who assume
    this is what I want, the way I want to be. It's not that I don't want
    to interact, it's that I don't want to take the initiative to begin
    interaction. When people come to me, often I enjoy their presence.
    Sometimes I do not, but that's normal. In these cases, I have the option to withdraw, and I will, especially when they expect it of me, or when they act in a way that I find manipulative.
    Furthermore, despite others' opinions, I believe I am right, in my approach to life, I believe, I am, karmically, better off, having adopted this manner of dealing with people, waiting, for them to initiate an approach I am always loathe to do myself. I know there are deeper reasons for my inaction, I have dealt with them elsewhere, I'm not in the mood now. I don't even want to interact via the written word. I'll wait.
    If you want, babe, send me an e-mail. Maybe I'll respond.
    Summer Night      

    Ten pm. Sitting in the dark.
    Traffic on the highway rushes
    like a whisper from the distant
    dog barking. Otherwise silence.
    The neighborhood is quiet, like a dream, left to itself, a local phenomenon. Dusk settled uneventfully, as if in a Horton Foote play where waiting for the act is an event itself, worthy of attention. In these eternal moments, in a non-media world, I am all alone, secure within an archaic structure that no longer exists.

    "You are so secure. I can't believe how secure you are."
    "It's not security. It's resignation."
    "No. It's not. You're so comfortable with yourself."
    "It is. I used to be an insecure mess, but I just gave up."
    "Maybe that's what I should do."
    "It couldn't hurt."

    Insecurity abounds. The media rely on it--and help to create it. To foster insecurity keeps people on their toes. Everyone running around everywhere, catching news in ten-minute glimpses, or watching it in marathon half hour sessions before falling asleep to catch up dreaming of it, is what the postmodern world thinks is productivity, which relies on insecurity: nothing is ever finished; everything is always starting out, continuing, picking up where you left off, after a short nap.
    They keep us alert, to the fact that better, or worse, news is just around the corner, about to happen to us, here and now, only a few seconds or minutes away, breaking news, shit happens, to which we must be alerted, constantly. And to this end, they employ handsome men and beautiful babes, to maintain our attention, until the real thing comes along.

    NewsBabes - a study in supraficial newscasting
    an ex-NewsBabe - an instant analysis

    I'm driving around the township today, looking at all the babes. I haven't done this in a long while. The babes in cars are all on cell phones, or else they're fixing their hair or make-up as they drive. Now, with handhelds, they can get their news via wireless. News blurbs for airheads. Radios aren't cool enough any more. They give you too much detail.
    Here's an idea for cars: install cell phone jammers that reach out 500 or so feet in all directions. Maybe it'll save your life if some dumb airhead who's chatting away on the phone has to stop talking for a few seconds, when she just might then pay attention to the road as she drives toward you.
    Driving around in the summer gives me the illusion of freedom. (There is no freedom, really. Or else there is no entrapment.) Just being outside, or beyond the confines of my modest estate, gives me that same illusion. Freedom is a state of mind. It's funny how you can trap yourself.
    A long time ago when I was working and pushing myself too hard trying to establish a fantasy home after I came home from work, I spent a lot of time building up the various aspects of my escape retreat so that, one day (now) I might have the time to enjoy it. And now, it feels like a prison.
    But the world, any more, is a prison. It hardly matters where I am. I could be halfway around the world and I would still feel trapped--because I'm trapped inside my mind. The tv makes the world accessible. And we have nowhere else to go. The older you get, the more trapped you feel, inside.

    When it's too cold out, I stay inside.
    When it's too hot out, I stay inside.
    When it's too wet out, I stay inside.
    When it's too...well, actually, any more, it seems I like to stay inside.
    Well, not really like to, but I see no reason to go out.
    I'd sit outside and work if I had a laptop, maybe, if it was nice out.
    But I don't have a laptop, and given the nature of my mentality lately, I'd much rather work than sit around and do nothing, which is what reading, or socializing, has become for me.
    I love what I'm doing now, pretty much for the first time in my life since college. I used to be an outside person. I used to live in the woods. I used to go camping and hiking all the time. I developed a survival expertise, out of a need to be self-sufficient. I used to want to be away from civilization, outside in the deep woods all the time, in the cold, the heat, the rain, the snow. I never minded any of it. In fact, I quite enjoyed it. I think it was a distraction, a way to avoid looking too deeply into myself as I searched for answers out beyond me.
    Now, I look for answers only inside, and I use the outside world to provoke or prompt the inner search. This way is much better. It avoids the more caustic nature of distraction, when things and people, poisons and wars can at any moment do you in. This is the nature of the news that makes us paranoid. I'm no different than I've ever been, really. They say that the world, or at least this country, has changed. Not me. The only difference I see now is that everyone else is as paranoid as I've always been. Welcome to my world.

    Leading Minds Around

    A recent episode of "South Park" zeroes in on media exaggeration when one of the kids gets briefly abducted and the media leads parents around by their psyches. It's true. We follow the hype and even those of us who might know better, if we're not caught up in the exaggeration, are caught up trying to point out the misperception. The only real solution is to stop watching the tv altogether. I'd like to, but I think I'm addicted to the world. I can't give up the news. I'd like to live a completely reclusive life, focused on what's really important, universal matters, incognizant of the multitude of superficial and diverse daily goings-on of current events. But I can't do it. I have to know what's going on, even if I do manage to avoid direct participation. I'm as led as anyone is, when I think I am so detached and more objective.

    Impinging recent events and their personal implications:
    • Jesse Jackson uses hyperbole to stir up a heated debate on the problem of police brutality, and everyone takes him literally, which is exactly what he wants. [I do this same thing.]
    • I've heard a lot of bad things about Louis Farrakhan and consequently developed a lot of negative ideas about who he is and what he's up to, but every time I've listened to him speak, I never heard a thing I disagreed with. What they say about him in the media seems to be mischaracterizations, negative innuendo, and character assassination. [I have been victimized by this sort of thing all my life.] People hate him because of what he stands for: equality of the races, an ideal that everyone else seems to want only in a token way.
    • The Ashcroft/Rumsfeld comparison, con't:
      1. Both men are tough, but Ashcroft is intolerant, whereas Rumsfeld is not.
      2. Ashcroft says information gathered by asking millions of Americans to report the suspicious activity of neighbors will not result in a Big Brother government. The problem is, who believes him? Now if Rumsfeld had said it... But Rumsfeld knows better.
      3. ASHCROFT: TIPS IS NO ORWELLIAN NIGHTMARE
        Attorney General John Ashcroft said Thursday a program that would ask millions of Americans to report suspicious activity will not create an Orwellian government database that could be used against innocent Americans
      4. How do I measure up to Rumsfeld's example without becoming a hawk? How do I avoid the weasely demeanor of Ashcroft? This is a matter that warrants continued study.
    • Did Traficant do it? Probably. Is he nevertheless being set up? Probably. One doesn't exclude the other. They are out to get him, because they hate that he exposes their rule bending. And the fact that he bends and stretches the rules himself doesn't help him any. The problem is that they all bend and stretch the rules. This could be the next big media event: corrupt senators and congress people.

      [I always empathize with rogues and scapegoats. I see myself in them.]

    • Torricelli's the next scapegoat. He's being questioned about accusations that he took illegal cash and gifts for political help. [Wash. Times article] [Yahoo news article] His compatriots are looking for vulnerable people that they can project their foibles onto, to deflect the blame away from themselves--because they all do the same thing. It's just that some of them do it in smarter, and maybe even in legal ways.
    • I saw on the Discovery Channel tonight that omega males in wolf packs serve as the scapegoats for higher males, the alphas of course doing most of the scapegoating and receiving none of it. In our efforts to rise to the top of the hierarchy, we (animals and their human counterparts) take out our aggressions (which in human form tends to be more mental than physical, thus enabling projection of unacceptable and insufferable, and thus repressed, behaviors) on others. Traficant and Torricelli, for whatever reason, have become the omega males of congress. Traficant tried to escape the embarrassment by making a bid for rogue male instead. But it was lame attempt. In order to become rogue, you have to opt out of the system. Traficant remained a part of it too long. [I myself am highly versed in this strategy. This is my life script, so I easily recognize it when I see it.]
    • When Clinton was in office, he was accused of "waffling." How come no one is accusing Bush of this. His foreign policy is full of this kind of behavior, especially when it comes to the Palestinians. And now he's done a reversal re Iran. [Wash. Post article]
    • Half the fun of having a club is keeping other people out.
      {Dennis the Menace}
      They are entitled to set up their own rules the way they want them.
      (Tiger Woods, on the subject of no women
      members at Augusta National golf club.)
    • Women are criticizing Tiger for this statement? Not only do they believe that private clubs should be prohibited from being exclusively male, but they believe that Tiger shouldn't even be allowed to express his own view on the subject--or worse, that he should maintain a different view, their view. This is the problem with pc activists; if everyone doesn't believe as they do, it's a mortal sin. They need to take a lesson in patient forbearance and tolerance from Rumsfeld.
    • Cuba is a place I've wanted to visit most of my life, probably because most of my life my government has told me I can't go there. I've never understood that: to promote freedom, the government takes away my right to travel.
      Arlo and Janis Cartoonist Jimmy Johnson
    • Who is the U.S. government, anyway, to tell me where in the world I can and cannot go. I can understand and accept other governments telling me I cannot visit their country. That's their right. It's their country. And I can accept the fact that the U.S. has the right to tell others they can't come here. But who the fuck are they to tell me I can't go there? This is just another example of abuse of power, the heavy weight of a power structure bearing down on citizens unnecessarily.
    • Business pundits on the "news" shows want you to believe that the number of businesses that have been "cooking the books" is a very small fraction of the total number of businesses in America (and the world) and not representative at all of the general business situation.
      I'm just starting keeping a list these businesses, to see how many we end up with:
      • Xerox
      • Enron
      • Arthur Andersen
      • ImClone
      • WorldCom
      • AOL Time Warner??
      • Johnson & Johnson???
      • Citigroup
      • HPL Technologies
      • Adelphia
      • Qwest
      • Salomon Smith Barney
      • Homestore
      • Tyco
      • Providian
      • Halliburton
      • Global Crossings

      The problem is that companies like this have been in the news off and on for a long time. We tend to forget about them after a few months have passed. It's only because there have been so many of them recently all at once, in the aftermath of the big one, Enron, that we're now so attentive to them. But we'll forget about these too. But that doesn't mean that the problem will have gone away. It's always been a problem, and it always will be as long as government and big business are in bed together.
      My point is, if this many companies have been up to illegal or questionable accounting practice, then how are we to believe that others like them are not? Surely, of course, some very large proportion is not. But how many? And which companies? We can't know, until it's too late. So logic and good sense dictates that we stay away from investing in all of them. If people start investing again (and there's every sign that they will), they'll prove that they are just as stupid as they've ever been and always will be. The market is really no different than it was before the establishment of the SEC. It's just more sophisticated. The big guys will get the small guys' money, and the small guys will get shafted. A fool and his money... I keep my money in secure investments. I may not get the big returns, but neither do I get periodically wiped out.

    • They're just not ever going to learn. After leaving office, Clinton, like most presidents in the past, has pretty much kept his mouth shut while the Republicans have been blaming him for the economy. But if they thought he was going to lie down and take it, they were wrong. He's speaking up and defending himself quite well (and so is Hillary, it seems. And wasn't it cute that they were holding hands at the Iowa State Fair--or wherever it was they were. And you could just tell that it wasn't all for publicity purposes. It really seemed like she's forgiven him. Maybe he's learned his lesson. Hmm. I kind of doubt it.). Anyway, if the Republicans keep it up, they're going to provoke the Bill back into a political mode, and then watch out. There's no way they can outdo him. They ought to have learned that lesson by now. They're shooting themselves in their collective foot. And the administration is starting to self-destruct anyway. Probably at the prompting of Ashcroft and his crew, they're trying to link terrorism to the drug "problem." By bringing all of their right-wing agendas together, they're polarizing the situation, and it's going to backfire on them as voters begin to see exactly what they're up to in their grab for power and control.
    • KAYAKER FOUND IN 'MIRACLE' RESCUE

      In what the Coast Guard called a "pretty big miracle," searchers Tuesday found a man in a small red kayak 120 miles off the Hawaiian coast -- two days after he was lost at sea.
      [CNN]
    • Everything these days is a miracle. We must be having a great resurgence of spirituality worldwide. Even so levelheaded a media dignitary as Geraldo uses the term to describe the rescue of the nine miners here in Somerset, PA (less than an hour's drive away from my home). Now, I like Geraldo. I always have. I respect his opinion and appreciate his style. But, dude, the rescue was not a miracle, unless by the term you mean the miracle of modern science and technology and the dedicated efforts of determined people. But I don't believe in the religion of modern science any more than I believe in the traditional stuff. Miracles are supposed to be events that are unexplainable by known causes, and everything in the mining disaster is perfectly explainable, as is everything in the Kayaker incident. Everybody wants divine intervention, but no one seems willing to accept that most often, maybe always, things go on just the way they do by ordinary means. Besides, calling things like the Quecreek mine rescue a miracle is an insult to the rescuers, who used their very human abilities to pull it off.
    • A man kidnapped two teenage girls at gunpoint early Thursday from a lovers' lane in a remote area, authorities said. Tamera Brooks, 16, and Jaqueline Marris, 17, were sitting in separate cars with male friends when the gunman approached them shortly after 1 a.m.
      [MSNBC]
    • It's unfortunate, even truly tragic (as opposed to the pathetic use of that word by the media these days), that these two young women were in the wrong place at the wrong time--but hey, that's life. And I could understand it if they might want to avoid having their names not be associated with a crime like rape, reputation being taken as seriously as it is.
      But the fact is that news is news, and censorship is disgusting, for whatever "noble" reason. I don't believe that media should make a story out of little or nothing, but neither do I believe they should avoid it when it happens. This happened, to these two girls. This is what their lives, now, are all about. This is what they must face up to.
      Whatever happens to you is what your life is all about, until you can summon the resolve to overcome it. The media might decide to play it down, to give it minimal coverage, ala the thousands of newsworthy events they all but ignore daily in favor of the more sensational ones that they overplay, but to arbitrarily refuse to release information while covering the story mainstream is to edit the news in a way that is disinformative.
      The young ladies must face up to what happened to them, and to try to protect their reputation by keeping their identities out of the public eye is the first step in a long series of repressive tactics that may come to haunt them later on. We all live with our reputations, and how we deal with public opinion about what has occurred in our lives determines our character.
      Besides, any fool who would think less of a woman for having been raped is someone who should be given wide berth anyway. Keep those kinds of people out of your lives and you will be the better for it. Personally, I admire a woman who, having been the victim of a rape, fully discloses the details of the event in the hopes that she can influence public opinion in a positive way, and her own psychology besides.
      [The day after I wrote this, Jaqueline Marris did an extensive interview with CNN. She seems straightforward and levelheaded. However, the boyfriend of one of the girls (I didn't catch which one) also did an interview. This wasn't one of the guys who was in the car with the girl at "lover's lane." All I can I say about that is "Wake up, dude."]
      There's a big advantage of the early sexual "liberation" of "children" (teenagers): Obviously, by the way they responded to the abduction, by the fact that they were abducted from a lovers' lane, and from their subsequent interviews on tv, the two teenage girls were sexually experienced, in a way commensurate with their teen sub-culture (the overriding culture still assumes that its teens are far more innocent than they really are). And so they were not so traumatized by the rapes as innocent children would have been.

    Saying it doesn't make it true, but repeating it might.

    I can't seem to get away from the news, no matter what I do. I can't break my addiction to the content as I try to read between the lines. It's like a ongoing test I put myself to: Can I continue to see through the hype and sham? Can I avoid its insinuation into my daily life? Can I be a genuine person and still be a consumer in a monocultural community?
    It's like Marilyn Monroe. She was a ridiculous example of womanhood and is still to this day a black eye on the legitimate role of women in society, not at all the example of feminine mystique that superficial people want to make her out to have been. Women tend to want to cultivate this mystique, whereas girls4 do it more unconsciously, naturally. Marilyn was manipulative and manipulated, by the worst definitions of the terms. That pouting mouth and those sexual poses were designed to do only one thing--lead men around by the balls. She was almost as ridiculous as the men who lust after her kind are. What she did for celebrity status, postmodern tv programming does for the news. It attempts to lead me around where it wants me to go and hopes I will not see through its subterfuge.
    For example, when FOX claims, mega-frequently, not only in its ad blurbs, but even within its content, that it's "fair and balanced," when MSNBC claims, with the same kind of frequency and format, that it's "America's news channel," when CNN claims that it's "the most trusted name in news," you may be fairly certain that they say these things out of a sense that they are not so much true facts as they are wishes, policy statements designed not so much to make them into what they wish they could be as spins to make them appear to be something they are not. FOX is not fair and balanced, MSNBC is not America's news channel, and I doubt that CNN is the most trusted name in news, although in this case, since they've had a big head start on the others, they may have actually convinced many minds that they are to be trusted, in the same sense that many Americans came to believe that Walter Chronkite was the most trusted newsman (although, to be fair, it was not he, I don't think, who propagated that spin/myth). Don't be misled by what corporate entities, and people, say they are. Look, instead, at what they do. This is the insight I hope I will never, but fear I will one day, lose.

    I hope I will never again be led around, by anyone. I've been led around enough for one lifetime. If the capitalist world (in general), the publishing world (in particular), or the media (in perpetuity) wants to manipulate me and bend me to its will, okay. Fuck it. I have my investments, my free websites, my e-books, and my self-publishing to keep them honest. This is nothing more than the isolation mechanism at work. The only thing I don't have is free babes, because women don't want to hear about a guy who doesn't 'work' for a living. And anyway, there are no free babes. It's a fiction. The best you can do, as a male in this or in any society, is to manipulate them into thinking you're the best thing they could ever have going for them, because that's what they do to you, whether you realize it or not. Women are like the media. They don't know when to let up and leave you alone. They are always insinuating themselves into your life. But that's another issue altogether.

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    1. Bernie Goldberg, in his book Bias, says that when reporters disagree with the material they are reporting, they use the term "controversial." How many times have you heard that word used by a reporter?

    2. from the I-Design newsletter:

    I'm a purist in that I believe all blog entries should contain at least one link. After all, blog is short for "Weblog," which is a log of interesting sites the blogger discovers in the course of surfing the Net. I don't consider the self-serving online diaries to be true blogs, but rather just an exercise in journaling. Neither do I consider corporate news updates as blogs.

    The problem seems to be in the confusion between format and medium. Hence, any online content which can be easily updated on a regular basis is labeled a blog. News updates and journal entries may use Blogger-style technology, but that does not make them blogs.

    Mary Ihla
    Lifewriting Professional
    http://groups.yahoo.com/group/memoir/join

    3. I used to tape episodes of my life, thinking I'd use it to feed my writing.

    4. The older I get, the more girls there are in the world, and the less women there are--because, by my definitions, a girl is any female person who is younger than I am and a woman is any female who is older. I think I'm going to have to revise these definitions, otherwise there will be very few women left. But maybe I won't make this revision, because having a world with mostly girls and few women in it may not be so bad a thing. A lady, of course, can be any age, because a lady is any girl or woman who behaves properly. There aren't so many ladies in the world as there used to be, and that has very little to do with my age. (To be fair, there aren't so many gentlemen either. Maybe one provokes the other. But the problem is, which? Most probably, there is a third cause that determines both effects.)

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