4.6.07

Couple Thoughts

I guess that I exploit people's emotions for a living now.

Ahh, getting paid for one's passion.

But, in all honesty people do awful things to each other, and it's my job to tell their tales. Today was an eye opener. I wrote about a girl who was murdered with a box cutter. She was eighteen. Is that not insane to think about? She was at work. Now I get why some people despise journalists. It's because our job is to lack emotions, while evoking powerful ones within our readers.

All right, I'm now going to discuss something a little less heavy.
How about macroeconomics?
Well, speaking of macroeconomics, I am currently taking an online class through Chandler-Gilber Community College. My mind is expanding like a pair of really little spandex bicycle shorts on a person nobody wants to see wearing bicycle shorts. This metaphor isn't fitting, but it is funny. My mind isn't going to rip and tear down to its original patternmaker's form, leaving cottage-cheesy flesh exposed on the open road (the spandex sporter is a retired wannabe cyclist, a faux Lance, if you will). I genuinely think that economics can be fascinating, especially when I get into mean, analytical moods.

I saw Young Galaxy last Thursday at Modified, and they blew my bicycle shorts mind! Speaking of Canada, that's where I'm going for spring break next year. I'm not lying.
I saw The Hold Steady at the Brickhouse on Saturday, and sometimes, when I see a certain kind of person, I automatically detest them. Example: This uberfaketan bro, who was pushing forty, sporting some skate shop tee with board shorts and flip flops, did a horrible lovemaking dance. He pursed his lips and rubbed his hands together. I hated him. He was stocky and drunk, while I was sober and condescendingly good looking. You know those wind-up monkeys with little hats and cymbals? He was the human version of that. Oh man. Anyways, the Brickhouse was lacking air conditioning, and recalling my terrifying brush with death when I saw the Blood Brothers awhile back, I walked straight to the bar and grabbed some water. I did not die. If I had died I would not be writing this letter of love to you.

For now, nation, that's all I've got.

1 comment:

Energetic Storyteller, Family Historian & Grebel Lover said...

Luckily, not all journalists have to cover the grim news stories. Some actually get to write stories of inspiration and encouragement. Unfortunately, the stories which are most read by major publications are the ghastly ones. The lowest common denominator pulls readership. And, advertisers pay for readers because readers may buy their services. Which is why journalists work and earn a living. I think the ethical journalistic standards still exist, however the bottom line corporate report to Wall Street mentality carries the most weight. So, readership and profits rule.

I have to admit I detest movies in which men dress up as obese women. The minute I see ia commercial I auomatically detest it. It is condescending and rude. Ok, so it is not exactly on topic, but since I can't see the dancing wind up monkey guy, and these horrible commercials are on television, it appals me that there are people who will spend money on such trash.