More pressing concerns

I touched upon this issue before, but I am still wondering why popular entertainment does not strive to be more boring.  Why not have tv shows that record in real time someone plucking weeds out of the cracks in their driveway? Why do books not describe for hundreds of pages the greatness of staring out the window? Why don’t we hear monks chanting for hours on end when we turn on the radio? Everything is too fast and short and exciting.  What’s wrong with the kids today, and how do I get my voice to be as whiny as Andy Rooney’s? So that everyone will listen to me when I describe in minute detail all the steps I took walking home from the bus stop?

Still on the same topic, because now I am following my own wonderful advice and not careening crazily from subject to subject with no plan or goal, I was thinking that maybe the reason popular songs etc. are always about subjects like love and betrayal is that the people who make the songs are sensitive to those things.  So then after experiencing some kind of emotion (I’m speculating as I have no interesting emotions myself) they are compelled to express themselves in song or whatever their medium is.  That’s why they are artists right? So why don’t they care about expressing all the in-between times in life, like when you are waiting at a toll booth because you forgot to pay the EZ pass bill, or when the pediatrician is busy with someone else’s screaming child? Actually those both may be too exciting.  Let’s say waiting for the subway when it’s not late and you’re not late, but are just waiting in an everyday sense and don’t have searing anger coursing through your bodily pathways. Where’s the music about that? Are you still with me, reader, or is your attention span too short? I’m not saying that I am even going to be able to reread this before I publish it, but I would expect more of you.

I went to Golden Krust today for lunch. They don’t accept credit cards there unless you buy more than $10 of food, which it was a struggle to do.  The lady suggested I get four patties but even though I am totally removed from reality I realized I didn’t want to be confronted with four patties in my office space for the rest of the afternoon.  So I got two beverages, a petrified bread pudding, a cocoa bread, and two patties.  The second patty had something weird in it and I threw it away, much to my relief, because I can’t really eat two patties.  I didn’t eat the cocoa bread either.  Isn’t this boring? It’s sure as hell better than doing the bank reconciliation or arguing with the fax repair people, which is what’s on the agenda for after lunch. Goodbye, cruel world.