Cutting the cable

Well - I did it. Due in part to financial justification and time management, I have reached (and acted upon) the decision  to effectively give up television. I also choose to stop paying my local cable provider the 55, 60, 70 or however many dollars a month they decide to charge. Plus the phone - plus the internet. Not only do I hope to dramatically increase my creative output and lower my bills, but I'm going to stop allowing the fuzzy memories of our past obscure the fact that she is now but a crass whore.

Having grown up in the glow of her cathode rays, I was blessed to see television through the early years of innocence, the awkward teens, the cocksure but dumbass 20 something, the conceited know it all, the insecure aging starlet - and now, finally, the electronic hybrid of Joan Rivers and William Shatner  - the shameless splaying of former greatness.

My demographic mirrors that of television and I will shit you not that my background and careers (for lack of a better description less odious than this explanation) have all been connected to television. From Broadcast Journalism to retail video, video production, television production, television market research, my whole damn life was somehow centered around this thing that could somehow quiet the hyper kid and teach the unteachable kid. It always seemed bright, exciting, noble...not any more.

The advent of computers shoved TV and newspapers into denial, and then eventually into the dumpster. Wherein cable television had enough time to amass a great deal of money, they were amassing a large overhead. The effects of that trickle down is at the point where single advertisers now own majority advertising rights to a 30 or 15 minute show and play their 15 second ad up to 16 of the 32 potential timeslots. Yep, you get bombarbed with 32 - 15 second commercials every time you watch a 30 minute show (8 min pr. 30) ..pretty sick eh?   That is also why most all TV ads are aimed at women - men simply don't watch them.

So - I will be forced to re-learn all my bad habits of watching shit for no reason. I will have to get many things done because the computer will make me blind and more crippled than I already am if I attempt to use it as my full time fix.  The forums, movies and docs available on line are fantastic, and I'm in control for the first time.  It stops when I do., it doesn't just keep going and going and going. The best thing however, is that I will be saying goodbye to an unhealthy relationship that has run it's course.

Goodbye baby.

The thoughts and visions I cannot start
Another night, spent apart
Torn, and damaged
Lovelorn and famished
Just desperate for a piece
Of paradise.♥

Big Pants

If you think you know who runs the show, I'm betting you might be suprised.

There is little to be gained on my part to make my case, other than I fail to see any holes in what my logic - and appreciable gut - have told me for years.

Please humor me - and invest the following evening taking some simple notes while watching television.
Although TV is far from the sole media choice available, its relevance and experience is unquestionable for this experiment.

Beginning at the beginning of your regular TV time - (be it one half hour, or 12 hours - it matters not),  - take a single sheet of paper - or a data device if you wish - and record the following basic information.

• Who is being targeted in the ad?  Or in another context - which member of your family does that ad look like, speak to, make look strong and powerful?
• What type of product is being shilled? Does it involve a large - or a small amount of money to buy?
• Is anyone being demeaned or insulted in any way?  Again, which member of your family does that person most resemble?

Well, there you have it.  Take it from someone with a media background, a stint at a very, very large market research company - and a lifetime love affair with the set.  Nothing - I mean nothing gets the green light until it is researched six ways to Sunday.  Slippery numbers and soapy toads aside, it's always a matter of who CONTROLS the money.  In a capitalist society - one needs only to follow the money to see who has the power.

Foot Volume/Foot Size

                             

The harpist who doesn't harp

The advocate who speaks soft
  
The breeze and the shade

The connection made
          
Speak volumes

Without trying

Too hard

All Thats Right

with all thats wrong
wrung from the veins
of a tired and fallen hero
take heed of days like these
golden in their splendor
warm and inviting
inclusive harmony
fleeting - but for an instant
greater than thee, without perception
genuine from beneath - support - cradle
reassure us all for life
is fleeting

365

A year ago - It seems so long
All the wins and what went wrong
Closer to the final bell
Further from such grace I fell
Careful to avoid the hole
Closer to the winning goal
Slowly seeing thru the haze
Priceless everlasting days
So many ways still the same
Never better at the game

Something I don't wish to play
As I see another day
Arrive and leave
A last breath to heave
To love, and be loved complete
Before Hades heat
Or Heaven's breeze
Reverent upon my knees
Have me humbled
For I have stumbled
But I will be redeemed
I will be redeemed

Look at Those Puppies

I finally got it today.  Well - not IT - that would be a better story - but this one's pretty good. You see - I finally understood - to a degree - what it was like to have boobs - to be a woman with two big ol boobs right up there. And it all had to do with walking the dog.

It was - and still is - a beautiful early spring day.   My fella, Deeogee, has put on a good chunk of weight since losing his prized possessions just before Christmas.  While the rest of us were decking the halls, he was sans balls, and with it the monumental sex drive that translated into a very high metabolism.People were out in good stead, and living as I do, so close to a 22 acre park, there was a lot of foot traffic, and dog walking going on.  Well, for some reason I was thinking in the abstract.  It started to dawn on me that people looked at dogs the exact same way they look at boobs.  First, there is the "family" or those close enough to be like the kids who were nourished by them and daddy who plays with them. These people can get right up to the dog. often slobbering over eachother - and carry on quite unconcerned about appearences.

Then there were the "club" these would be the other women with boobs or the other people with dogs - flashing the insider smirk at eachother. Yours are/is nice. Mine is/are nicer. Not bad for the breed, etc, etc... If you are an owner of a dog - or a pair of knockers, you know there is great power - and great responsibility to be considered and respected with regard to ta ta stewardship. Some of us like the low maintenence, cute looks and high energy of the small breeds.  Others are loyal only to the fearsome and ponderous giants.  I myself - love them all.  A nice medium sized dog is great - but what's not to like about seeing a group of them together, nose to nose at the park or beach, playing freely without concern for us..

And last.....and least, there are the non dog owners - or in Brestworld - men.  Men just look at boobs.  No, actually - they stare at boobs.  People who don't have dogs also stare.  a lot.  They either have the "I should get a dog"  or "I hate fucking dogs" look - but like tit loving men, they stare.  I suddenly felt like one of the girls.  Here I was being seen as merely the facilitator of a seperate entity - a life force of it's own, just like a beauty set of love jugs - and you know - I was ok with that.