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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Grainne who wrote (27536)	1/3/1999 4:48:00 PM
From: Rick Julian	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

Thanks Christine, and thanks again for starting and maintaining this joint. ______________________________________________________________________ Lately (when I'm not sleepwalking through life--which is all too often) I've been thinking of the words I write and speak to others as "food". Does my food offer nourishment and encourage growth for others? Would I give this "food" to a child? To my four year old goddaughter? If my "food" were fertilizing a tree, what kind of fruit would that tree bear? Music is "food" too, and it's served up buffet style, 24/7 to the public. If our favorite songs on the radio were culinary dishes, what would they look like? Taste like? Would we eat them? Serve them to our loved ones? ______________________________________________________________________ The other day I watched Jerry Springer. He really does parade the very worst aspects of our humanity--using people's misery as fodder for his own self-glorification, and our entertainment. As I was watching this show about partners who cheated with their partners' best friends, I heard myself think "this guy [Springer] is going to Hell", then I turned off the sound for a moment and watched the show . . .the shame on guilty faces, the forlorn looks of betrayal, the smug smirks of revenge . . .people baring their teeth in anger, pulling each other's hair, tearing at each other's clothes as the camera panned to catch the audience screaming, chanting, and pumping their fists with glee at this ugly spectacle . . . Jerry staring blankly, emotionlessly at his carnival. (And simultaneously I saw the reflection of ME on the glass of the tv screen: sitting in my chair, watching all of this with my fingers poised on the remote control .) Then I said to myself, "Going to hell? Hell, he's already there! And as long as I watch this shit, I'm there with him." Then I changed the channel to watch some "educational tv": CSPAN's coverage of the impeachment debate, and felt much better about myself, and my world. "TV--it does a mind good ."