It’s difficult to be whimsical when you’re sick.
This year, it’s also tiring to have everyone ask, “Is it swine flu?”
It has led me to wonder if there would be be less concern if it was Lobster Flu. Lobster is a meal for the bourgeoisie, so suffering from Lobster Flu might have more cachet.
(though I suppose such a malady would be scientifically impossible – yes?)
So, with little whimsy or patience to be had, writing is less appealling than sprawling on the couch, staring expressionless as the television channels at my command flicker by, nothing enticing me to stop.
Twenty-five years ago, there was one viewing destination.
In the fall of 1984, our town finally had MTV. Our family didn’t have cable, but several friends did.
MTV was new. It was shiny. It was riveting stuff.
We would gather at someone’s house, usually the basement of our friend Streuss, and stare at the images for hours at a time.
It was the greatest waste of time that we had ever experienced.
The Police – Synchronicity II
Bruce Cockburn – If I Had A Rocket Launcher
from Stealing Fire
The Time – Jungle Love
from Ice Cream Castle
The Ramones – Howling At The Moon (Sha La La)”
from Too Tough To Die