Aria

Aria

I dedicate this post to fellow blogger, Erika Kind.


Marriage of Figaro: Canzonetta sull’aria (Battle, M.Price, Muti)

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As Predicted by Paddy Chayefsky

Fox News

For many people the computer is nothing more than participatory television; the World is a game show and behind every door is the same prize: an illusion of having a life.

Howard Beale: “We Deal in Illusions” – Turn Off Your Television Sets

Edward George Ruddy died today! Edward George Ruddy was the Chairman of the Board of the Union Broadcasting Systems and he died at eleven o’clock this morning of a heart condition! And woe is us! We’re in a lot of trouble! So, a rich little man with white hair died. What does that got to do with the price of rice, right? And why is that woe to us? Because you people and sixty-two million other Americans are listening to me right now.

Because less than three percent of you people read books. Because less than fifteen percent of you read newspapers. Because the only truth you know is what you get over this tube. Right now, there is a whole, an entire generation that never knew anything that didn’t come out of this tube. This tube is the Gospel. The ultimate revelation! This tube can make or break Presidents, Popes, Prime Ministers. This tube is the most awesome, god-damn force in the whole godless world. And woe is us if it ever falls into the hands of the wrong people. And that’s why woe is us that Edward George Ruddy died.

Because this company is now in the hands of CCA, the Communication Corporation of America. There’s a new chairman of the board, a man called Frank Hackett sitting in Mr. Ruddy’s office on the 20th floor. And when the twelfth largest company in the world controls the most awesome, god-damn propaganda force in the whole godless world, who knows what s–t will be peddled for truth on this network.

So, you listen to me. Listen to me! Television is not the truth. Television’s a god-damned amusement park. Television is a circus, a carnival, a traveling troupe of acrobats, storytellers, dancers, singers, jugglers, sideshow freaks, lion tamers, and football players. We’re in the boredom-killing business. So if you want the Truth, go to God! Go to your gurus. Go to yourselves! Because that’s the only place you’re ever gonna find any real truth. But, man, you’re never gonna get any truth from us. We’ll tell you anything you wanna hear. We lie like hell. We’ll tell you that, uh, Kojak always gets the killer and that nobody ever gets cancer at Archie Bunker’s house. And no matter how much trouble the hero is in, don’t worry. Just look at your watch. At the end of the hour, he’s gonna win. We’ll tell you any s–t you want to hear.

We deal in illusions, man. None of it is true! But you people sit there day after day, night after night, all ages, colors, creeds. We’re all you know. You’re beginning to believe the illusions we’re spinning here. You’re beginning to think that the tube is reality and that your own lives are unreal. You do whatever the tube tells you. You dress like the tube, you eat like the tube, you raise your children like the tube. You even think like the tube. This is mass madness. You maniacs. In God’s name, you people are the real thing. We are the illusion. So turn off your television sets. Turn them off now. Turn them off right now. Turn them off and leave them off. Turn them off right in the middle of this sentence I am speaking to you now. Turn them off!

Paddy Chayefsky

Network, 1976

A computer that isn’t used to fact check and to learn is just another means of control.

Random Particles

Randm Particles

I realized this morning that I’m very active for a person with a total disability.

By that I mean that even with pneumonia and DID I keep busy.

I don’t have down time. My mind is always going.

I’ve always been like this.

When I was a 12 I had a number of chemistry sets and two decent microscopes.

I used to dissect insects.

One day a friend told me that if a guy rubbed himself long enough white stuff came out.

The fish that he described in the white stuff piqued my interest.

I set to rubbing and sure enough, white stuff came out, but the way it came out was a complete surprise.

I thought I had damaged my penis because I needed to pee but couldn’t.

I wondered how I was going to explain my broken penis to my Grandmother.

However, I had the white stuff and used a dropper to place it on a slide.

There they were, thousands of them.

Later, after I peed, I collected another sample of white stuff to see if the fish were still there.

Checking on their status became a twice a day ritual.

(c) Rob Goldstein 2016