No real way to be

First off, I’m a little pissy. I used to like Yahoo a lot- , but then they did betraying acts like trying to force me into their new, crappy-ass mail platform which doesn’t function properly in a Safari browser (if it functions at all).

Did Microsoft manage to buy Yahoo? Because they used to feature at least some decent headlines in their top news stories, but now-

If it isn’t cosmo-ready crap like ‘Is your man cheating on you?’ It’s these even worse news stories where they give a mighty mouth-piece to really unworthy objects. Let’s not talk about the President’s speech, or try to give an objective outlines to the pros and cons of healthcare reform, no- let’s incessantly drive people’s attention to a senator’s shocking lack of respect in heckling the president during his address. Let’s give this guy all the press we possibly can, and mention over and over that it seems to be Joe who got all the attention, and possibly rallied the democrats through the medium of outrage, rather than President Obama’s substantive message.

How weird is that? The media uses their control to publish what people are paying attention to, and draws attention to what they say everyone’s paying attention to, because they won’t publish anything else.

I know I sound like a retarded third grader. It’s not like this hasn’t been going on since the first caveman journalist skewered a factual account of a mammoth hunt to put his buddy, Mister ‘Couldn’t catch a dead tortoise’ in a better light, but it’s not just the bias of current popular media.

I’m astounded by the stupidity of it.

It really is all about sensationalism. Even news sources who don’t need to constantly wave the ‘shiny’ shock stories to keep a following stoop to that action. No one seems to trust that there’s a readership for somewhat fair, informational news.

Stories whose subject matter shocks or outrages, stories that read like a fiery piece of gossip- that kind of news really thrives in an industry where you have marketing and image experts rather than decent writers at the helm.

I’m bored. It’s dumb how reactionary our culture is. It’s even more dumb how little attention seems to be paid to substantive issues, quality work. I’m to blame, I’m guilty- I’ve let my daughter grow up on Hanna Montana and the other Disney horrors, Princess and Barbie books, because it was easier than finding the alternatives. It seemed enough at times that I occasionally try to think critically, and I thought to pass that on at some point.

This trend toward the short attention span isn’t fun or rewarding to be a part of. We don’t have ‘American Culture’, we have glossy ads, soundbytes and billboards.

The American contribution to current events is basically a commercial.

reading, writing, and rudimentary notions

I woke with an odd yearning. Someone I’m acquainted with on the East Coast shared this interesting tidbit: They love those strawberry iced donuts from Shipleys.

I’ve never been to a place called Shipleys, and I’ve never had a strawberry iced donut, but now I have a hankering. You might even call it a yen. Whatever this strawberry iced Shipley stuff is about, it sounds good, and I want in on it. That’s ideally how I’d like to start my day today, actually.

The other part of the how-I-would-start-my-day-but-it-just-didn’t-happen was having a post all fresh and up and ready on this site. I wrote with that intention, last night. Another poem thing whatsit, but it turned out to be writing meant for me, not for the world in general. 

That can happen.

So here we are. In my heart of hearts, I know it doesn’t really matter if or what I write. Engaging once again in weeble world and what’s going on with others would be more greatly appreciated than sharing my cryptic hankerings (a belly-dancer’s costume, an orgasm, a corned beef sandwich… yeah, probably in that order)

That’s something the object of my twitterpatedness is good at. It’s like part of his nature, the responsive thing. Anyone he meets feels bathed in the warmth of generous, good-natured attention. I’ve been trying it out in a way, and it’s not hard, If-  you’re sincerely interested, or predisposed to like/admire the people you give that attention to. It can’t be faked, so the big and noticable difference between us is that he’s more likely to be open and optimistic about people, till they prove him wrong. My tendency is not really warm toward the human race. My default setting is to receive new people with a mixture of cautious interest and suspicion. Depending on how they come off, or what happens next, one or the other of those elements takes precedent.

The weird part is- who do you suppose is the better gage of human nature?

It ain’t me. For all my caution, I have gotten close several times to the wrong people. People whom, I suppose you could say are wired particularly to disarm, or fool the suspicious nature.

Whereas believing the best about people often brings out the best in them. Believing, in spite of everything, in their better nature almost seems to make them want to act on that.

I’m learning this stuff, but they are in the context of some things I already know. Everyone’s different. People will probably always scare me a little, so I’m never going to be a real ‘people person’, and that’s okay. I love the natural world, so loving people in a general sense would be a conflict of interest, anyway. I do really love that he is like that, and it pleases me that I’ve learned a little bit more about how to respond when I have that gut instinct that leans toward letting someone in.

He talked about this yesterday,  in reference to something I had done, which made an impact on him (I kept these thoughts to myself for the meanwhile) but what he said is that part of love is getting to know someone who teaches you to see things in a new way. 

Think about that: If you can see something over and over and have the same response, and then someone comes along who shows you the texture, the meaning, the beauty in that-   it changes your world, subtly. And that’s a big part, too, cus our culture is so used to focusing on passion and sentimentality- but love is also about learning. 

That’s a pretty cool part about love.

Wednesday, briefly

Despite having matured in many regards, it still moves me disproportionately when someone reads my favorite book, or listens to a song that I love. It’s not yet even in my eagerness, though, the reciprocal impulse- like a child I really want to share what I love, but sometimes hafta muster up a courteous enthusiasm when given similar recommendations.

Maybe that’s a family thing. Both me and my sibling seem to be that way, displaying an odd hesitancy when introduced to some form of the arts. My brother’s taste is freakishly similar. We’ve gone our own ways, and have tremendously different lives but we still end up finding the same obscure band, or discover we’ve read the same great book. It’s weird though: He’ll give me a homemade c.d. for Christmas, and I’ll give him a cherished book and it can take a year or two to actually look it over, discover it. That’s comfortable, and I donno why; why I need that bumper of non-expectation before I can settle into a guided discovery.

And that’s part of this week’s efforts, probably. Sharing. Listen to this! Read this! I know full well how irritating it must look to presume anyone’s listening when I’ve spent precious little time sparing my attention in blog world, these previous weeks. But surprising windfalls can result from the effort. These blog-things hang out here awhile; they have their own in-grown bumper time. That’s nice.

Today I’m half astounded to discover someone unexpectedly checked out my favorite book.

When? Why? How come? Donno. He didn’t say much.

But still, count me gratified.

I’d like to take a swipe at reciprocation for *your* time and attention. If you throw a recommendation down in comments, be it a book or a song you really love, I’ll make the effort.

Just remember, it may take a little time. Now… that said, you gotta check out this awesome tune and whimisical video.  ;)