 anatomy on the floor. Thursday, May 04, 2006 It is strange to me how our attentions shift with the wind as a collective mass of congealed shit on the top of the can of Vienna SausagesTM. I'm talking about our current weekly 'scare' that ties up the media/merica's mind for a moment. If it ain't illegal immigration and Spanish Spangled Banners, (hey, remember Dubya singing the Anthem with Latino school kids in Spanish when he was campaigning? Guess he forgot that was on the news...) it's gas, petro, hybrids and $27 a gallon projections from every form of idiotic eco and economic pundit. Not that this hoohaa ain't important, but come on, we are all-day suckers who forget about what is really going on in our lives by focusing on the news meant to sell more ads. Do you really care when Congressmen are propped up in front of multi-colored Hybrid vehicles and multi-cultured hard-working immigrants to talk about broad notions like 'doing better' only to return to their bullet proof 3-ton SUVs for the 4 mile jaunt back to their climate controlled cocoons, isolated from gas prices, migrants and reality? Of course you don't, but you'd never know it by the coverage all this shit gets daily and nightly. Damned weird that the media can stir emotion on complex, far-reaching problems that have been long standing in a day or two's time. They can really get the country worked up, but when it comes to important things we should really be pissed about, and screaming about till they fix them, like government lying, warring and general corruption, the few that get lathered and emotional come off like the town drunk asking the suits on the way out of a 5 star lunch for a little change cuz his car ran out of gas. They peer down their noses and mutter, 'don't got none.' Right, 'don't got none' emotionally when it comes to things we have to actually think about, question and try to solve. But we got angst to burn on knee jerk, reactionary calls for cheaper gas and no Mexicans. Americans, we are full of this condesension for real news. We have got to get over it. Learn something about something don't just wait to get the network's evening dose of the dread d'jour. I let you lie on your back for a couple days, now get up off your ass, feet to the floor and think beyond your fucking nose...that is Tread's anatomy lesson this morning. hallway. Holga, Ilford HP5+ I have an article in the May issue of Photoblogs Magazine. Please check it out. There's some good stuff up in it. Nominate a blogger for a 2006 PhotoBloggie. Just 3 days left. I've Kung-Pao's some of my chickens. Please, by all means, Moo Goo my Gai Pan, if you see fit. I keep plugging these fan-fucking-tastic sites who have been kind enough to feature some of my photos...please show some support people. WeeklyShot. Filmwasters Gallery. Sunny16. Mooncruise. Box. Toy Camera Collaboration. Filmwaster's Invisible Collaboration. Buy Lightleaks. Comment (3) | Permalink |
