It was just kind of on and I let it stay on. I thought it might be like Pawn Stars, which dilutes the History Channel’s focus on history, but occasionally provides me with tidbit trivia on objects I haven’t seen before. Yeah, it’s staged, but at least the bulk of each episode focuses on the objects. At worse there’s a silly prank or an over-orchestrated buy. I can watch it with my kid without too much worry.
If I was living in Detroit I’d be offended by how my city’s residents are portrayed. If I was a person of color in Detroit I’d be sickened to see the ghetto stereotype perpetuated through a “reality” T.V. show. After all, there are plenty of people who buy into the “reality” part of reality T.V. Even if I happened to BE in the store (though that wouldn’t happen because I don’t like crowded shops) I would never willing participate in spreading ignorance and intolerance. Is this the future of all television? I thought this fad would have ended by now, but it’s just grown and mutated into something even more grotesque.
Thank goodness there’s still Star Trek on netflix.
http://www.yellowbullet.com/forum/showthread.php?t=432248
this is the sound—
the marching feet stepping out the time,
the decades in which
our nation fell in on itself,
explosively folded into decline—
of the drumbeat.
"Discovery consists in seeing what everybody has seen and thinking what nobody has thought."
— Albert von Szent-Gyorgyi (1898-1986) Hungarian Biochemist 1937 Nobel Prize for Physiology
Make it last
Wear it out
Make it do
Or do without.
"To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man’s life."
— T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American Poet
geometric waterfalls
wash down panes
of glass into
troughs to be
flushed into
sewer mains
even the rain
is not good enough
for us
"And I’m here to tell you. Believe it. Everything. Everything you read. Everything you hear. Believe your eyes. Your ears. Believe the small hairs on the back of your neck. Believe all of history, and all of the versions of history, and all the predictions for the future. Believe every weather forecast. Believe in God, the afterlife, unicorns, showers on Tuesday. Everything has happened. Everything is possible."
— Ron Carlson, Bigfoot Stole My Wife
your name
trips my tongue,
like a tipsy chippy with
one broken heel,
it’s a sweet name —
that tickles.
go frog-gigg’n
with their jeans
tucked into their
shit-kickers,
armed with tridents
like juvenile gods
choosing which
four legs to smite
and which to let
hop away—
the legs spasm
in a hot skillet—
mamma says they
taste like chicken,
but i’d rather not
know for sure.
— Your fortune cookie from Mama Sue
