2001:December:1
2001
I just got back from the library reading magazines. Mark is doing some pro bono work today... so.....After getting TOTALLY disheartened and "GOD. I SHOULD DO SOMETHING. WHY AM I SO LAZY" about the state of our world (the materialism, adhesion to media "buzz", the whole surreality of it all, the whole corporate sheep thing). I coudn't even read the Vanity Fair magazine the same way I'd anticipated. It couldn't be a guilty pleasure. I did allow my irreverent (of the tragedy of our world's collective corporatization) self to read the Brad Pitt article. I found myself getting angry at Brad Pitt for trying to be so "real" but yet let those photos of himself be taken (can he be trusted to be paraodying himself?).... I got home and flipped on mindcrap. Mind you, I don't HATE tv at this stage in my life. I look at it now as the most amazing study of american culture. I never watch those idioto scripted sitcoms or doctor dramas or gameshows. I watch Farscape, HGTV 's Designer Challenge, Designing for the Sexes, and Trading Spaces, BBC's ab fab and other random hilarious stuff that makes america look soooo lame, the independent film channel's interview guy (or bravo) the actor's studio or something like that, E! entertainment's "celebrity profile" and other random funny shows, "Chains of Love" on UPN, MTV's celebrity home showcase, the Real World (this one is really good for some reason to me), The Oxyen Network's "Tracey Ullman" visible panty lines, and REal Romances, Biography, Travel Channel, everynow and then, and then various guilty random pleasures like Magnum PI, Remington Steele, Beverly Hill's 90120.
Anyway, I was flipping between the Real World (one where they met the Road Rules cast) and Beverly Hills 90120. I discovered that the kids may be allright. They seem really exposed to some real stuff in their genartion's fodder. I fear that the corporations may get "on to" this and ruin it (that should have been in a parenthetical quote as it was an aside - a qualifying factor). Anyhoo, for now, the comraderie and interesting stuff was heartening. I hope the kids can get real for us. It makes me want to be a teacher even worse (and maybe feel that helping the kids might result from teacher to the really really wealthy - get to the power kids and turn the progeny against the fake human corporate lost man) . The kids are our best hope (but also by example of example).
So, on Beverly Hills 90120, Kelly was doing a coke problem story arc (something that I fear is happening to wilmington - oh those boring superconfident paranoid loveable cokeheads) and Steve and Brendon were reliving an old story arc in a funny way. The best joke was when steve told his girlfriend the truth (for the first time in his life to a girl - he later revealed) and at the saint Brandon's challenge no less - the girlfriend didn't believe him. After she stalked off in a huff, brendon said that he was proud of steve for telling the truth, steve replied that it was the first time too... (two beats later) and the last time. Brandon immediately steps on steve's words with "good man". And this reminds us that we don't reward honesty unless it's part of our own TOO TAUNT reality we've projected around ourselves (with all sorts of excuses why - it protects me, i do it because society disgusts me so much, i have an open mind). Funny stuff. On the REAL world, I just loved the love and trust that those road rules people gave to the kids. It was astounding that people feel comfortable being that way (on even more astounding if they weren't on drugs and expressed like that).
SO that's me weekend so far. I've got loads of shiite muslim to do tomorry and I'm taking today off.
OK, really I just have a group project meeting on sunday at five (oh i did not like that) and then I'll just procrastinate everything else probably.
I'm a lazy spiritual sensualist right this stage in my life. It feels so OK, and so it's OK (let that me a lesson to you). I've checked out The Blond Baboon again, and I'm just going to read and eat all day and do whatever I want.
Love,
The Fonz
