Category: culture

TV Culture

I don’t watch TV.  Its kinda boring is the thing.  I have hardly ever watched it in my life.  Sometimes I do, and when I do it is a splurge.  The overly dramatic but not too loud or too soft spoken scenario is a grand way to relax after strenuous work week.   To tune out by tuning in.

Other than the over-worked periods of my life, or to rebel against myself being defying my own rules, I don’t ever seek out the television as a constant companion.

What I don’t understand about television is the ads. They are the worst.  Commercials are beyond annoying, they are frustrating with their simplicity and complacency.  They talk to you like you are a child, like you are an idiot, like you can be convinced of anything.  When you watch advertisements that are so very short and so very full of the most eloquently packaged bullshit you have ever conceptualized, you still know that those naysayers are trying to trick you. You know that the footsteps are the fanciful jig of the devil.

We do outsmart the ads, but what I don’t think we realize is that after a while the ads outnumb us.  We forget that after watching so many terribly unbelieving scenarios,  our threshold of believability eventually drops.  We don’t ever buy the dumbest things, but we start to be persuaded by the ‘average to possible’ ideas.  Just because its plausible does not mean it should be attained.

I haven’t watched TV in over 6 months, at least, and oh my are the commercials so bad.  I can’t even do it.  And I am not mad about it.

-Marigold

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Grand Central Station Style

Seriously why do so many emails even exist?  It’s not ok, not possible… why?  It’s so much worse than junk mail.  Worse than all those endless bills and reminders of bills that have now gone paperless.  Worse than the stacks of bed, bath, and beyond coupons.  Worse than flyers filled with pages of information about nothing.

Even with spam filter, my inbox is out of control like my curls on a humid day.  Why do I have over 1000 emails? Its ridiculous.  Stop. Sending. Them. It. Is. Not. Working.  Not you, real people, I am talking to auto emails.  Just stop.  Nobody is reading them.  Not today, not ever.

Try Mr. Postman again if you want to get a real message.  The press and send button is not cutting any diamonds my friends.

-Marigold.

Alarm Clock

Get up, go to work, iron out the day.  It is hard to start the rolling motion, but once you find a small hill of inspiration, it’s clear sailing, smooth somersaults.  Once you get over the lull of the nighttime dream, once you break the sandman’s spell, the daylight is not so harsh.

This is why I don’t understand those people out there who don’t drink coffee.  What’s the buzz to your alarm clock?  Where is the wind in your espresso flight?  What is the deep roasted root to your bitterness?

Shake shake shake off the chains of the heavy dreams, and lighten your daylight with a fresh cup.

Basic Instincts

Basically I am trying hard to not think too far ahead.  It’s not that I don’t have a plan, well it’s more like a scheme.  A loose draft, if you will.  But the details, the accents, the exact colors, I am not sure.

Basically I am making the rest up as I trod along my flowered path.  I plant a seed and watch it grow up.  Sometimes is it an orchid, sometimes it is crabgrass.

You make your own choices.  You draw the outlines, document the blueprints.  The coloring comes with the wind, the fluidity travels in the motion of today.

Blind Discovery

Our intrepid traveler is combing the dark path with wide-spread fingers.  Eager palms are curiously searching for a grasp.  The outstretched hands are jazz with excitement, electric with hope of discovery.

Our nervous explorer boldly rips the sheer fabric of the laced cobweb, exposing the bright twinkle of the warm stars.  The sticky cobwebs are sewn in between the animated fingers, down around the wrist. This burdensome situation does not affect the opal view of the silky milky way, and the blinking binary blanket above.

Eating in America Suck #2

Americans have an unhealthy obsession with plastic and it has to stop.  I do not understand why so much disposable plastic is produced and wasted by everyone all the time.  EVERYONE ALL THE TIME!

Why does everything have to be wrapped in plastic?  People feel a weird sense of security when their food comes all bundled up like a chirstmas package.  Please do not let the outside world touch my food!  This food has been grown in a labaratory and has never been exposed to human hands, or pollution, or chemicals, or dirt of any kind.

A few examples:

Please be sure that you do not place any naturally wrapped food (which will peeled prior to cooking or consumption) directly on that dirty, god forsaken conveyor belt at the supermarket.  That thing is made out of rubber, and you know what they say about rubber.  Rubber really gets around.  Its nothing like pristine plastic.  Plastic is super clean.  Godly clean.  Pastic wrap is pretty much the closest thing to god that we have.  Nothing like that devil rubber conveyor belt that has touched literally everyone else’s food.  Gross.

For bulk buying, or food service demands, that thin membrane of the grocery store plastic bag isn’t strong enough to support the contents in the bag.  So please put fragile contents in a cardboard box.  But you know what they say about cardboard boxes, they are unreliable.  So mind as well wrap that cardboard box in plastic.  Godly plastic saves the day again!

I am not joking or exaggerating.  Plastic bags placed in boxes that are wrapped in plastic.  This is like normal.  Every day.

Oh, it continues, this PLASTIC rant.

Be sure to save the uncooked/unconsumed/ unused product in plastic.  As for your leftover dinner, be sure to also cover that in plastic.  That way, when you go to reheat it in the microwave, all you have to do is press a button.  Or course it is perfectly safe to eat things out of plastic.  Plastic is godly, and definitely does not cause cancer.

Clean up is a breeze when everthing is wrapped in plastic.  You don’t have ANY dishes to do whatsoever.  Simply take the plastic, and put it in the plastic garbage can that is lined conveniently with a plastic bag.  Dont worry, the plastic will disapear completely with no threat of getting into our food supply.  It’s magic, it’s godly.

So much plastic you can’t even imagine, I know.  It is sick.  We have a plastic problem.

Every Day is a Parade

I am just a silly girl trying to keep a smile painted on my face.

I am a clown trying to dance on stilts.

The puppeteer pulls my strings without hesitation,

My relaxed spirit replies to the jolted jazz.

I follow the joyful beat through the street,

I follow the fantastical floats and the stories they promote.

Ice cream colored confetti highlights the hurricane of excitement,

The stream of music sways us in uniform.

Keep up with charade, its fun to play along.

Keep up with the drum major’s tempo,

Its best to stay in the step where you belong.