|It started when I decided to take a picture of the UUCiA cancellation listing (the UUCiA is closed Friday and Saturday)...As you can see, the timing was pretty interesting. It appeared on the screen for a second, just as Good Morning America was doing a piece called "Victoria's Secrets".|
|Kelly & Michael was on TV in the morning.|
|Steve Harvey was on after that. Long show!|
I'm not sure I discovered that the message was "it's all about you". I discovered that what's on TV is very fast-moving and loud. It is much louder -- and more kinetic -- than my "real life".
|Steve Harvey continues with young people jumping rope.|
That was the morning programming message that I got. (For the record, I really like Kelly Ripa and Michael Strahan; they are surprisingly charming. I'm not so sure about Steve Harvey, who sometimes strikes me as a bit homophobic, and sometimes a bit sexist. But he has his moments, too, I suppose.)
|Mayor Menino gives a special statement about the storm.|
After that, though, it was all about "BLIZZARD 2013". The TV news has already dubbed it the blizzard-of-the-year, even though the winter isn't over yet. It amazes me that the TV, from noon 'til now (as I type at around 7 p.m.) can talk about the weather, the weather, the weather, the weather! Yes, I know that it's obviously the main thing on people's minds in these parts today. But. Wow.
|Some Valentine's Day gift possibilities featured on The View.|
I'm happy to say that I was eventually reminded of something I truly love. One of the UUCiA congregants suggested (online) that we share some favorite poems with each other. This was lots of fun, and there were lots of great poems. The one I thought of, based on today's experiment, was "Lightly", by my favorite poet: Audre Lorde.
Here it is...
"Lightly", by Audre Lorde
Don't make waves
is good advice
from a leaky boat.
One light year is the distance
one ray of light can travel in one year and
light years away from earth
in our infinitely offended universe
an electronic cloud announces our presence
to the unimpressable stars.
This is straight from a Scientific American
on the planet earth
our human signature upon the universe is an electric cloud
of expanding 30-year-old television programs
like Howdy Doody Arthur Godfrey
Uncle Miltie and Hulahoops
quiz shows and wrestling midgets
the McCarthy hearings and Captain Kangaroo.
Now I don't know what
a conscious universe might be
but it is interesting to wonder
what will wave back
to all that.
|Here's a "futurecast" for 4:30 a.m. Saturday...|
What if some intelligent life out in the cosmos is seeing all of this? What would they make of it all? What picture would they form of homo sapiens?
I think we seem pretty fearful. We're so worried! We're worried about the weather, to be sure. We worried about our weight and appearance. We're worried about our health. We're worried about having a good enough car (or SUV). We worried about pleasing others, especially our loved ones.
On the other hand... We do seem to smile a lot. And we like to laugh. We have a sense of humor, I'll say that. And we do like to keep others safe if we can.
|A human interest interview on the school closings...|
Speaking of which... why have I been inside in front of a TV screen all day? Good question. I'll have to get out and enjoy the snow tomorrow.
It's been interesting to see our congregation's cancellation announcement (along with many other congregations' announcements) next to all of these TV images. You just cannot separate the sacred and the secular in this world. Maybe it's better that way. After all, everything is sacred in its source. And congregations are just as down-to-earth and perfectly imperfect as anything else in life.
|And now, a "futurecast" for 7:00 a.m. Saturday...|
So those were pretty much my musings for the day, TV-wise.
|Ho hum, two feet of snow... 30+ inches possible.|
I really did enjoy sharing poetry online with people from the congregation. It was a nice way for us to connect, each of us snowbound in our own homes for the day. It helped to make up for all the silliness on TV!
So why not share a couple of the selections? A congregant chose this one, no doubt inspired by today's weather:
|Finally, got the commercials... Hit the car commercial jackpot.|
years of anger following
hours that float idly down --
drifts its weight
deeper and deeper for three days
or sixty years, eh? Then
the sun! a clutter of
yellow and blue flakes --
Hairy looking trees stand out
in long alleys
over a wild solitude.
The man turns and there --
his solitary track stretched out
upon the world.
Why not one more poem shared by a congregant? This one is about a lot of things... among other things, it talks about turning the TV off:
"State of the Union, 2003", by Sam Hamill
|A different car commercial, about 30 minutes later. *sigh*|
but Shirley talks about the bombs.
I have no god, but have seen the children praying
for it to stop. They pray to different gods.
The news is all old news again, repeated
like a bad habit, cheap tobacco, the social lie.
The children have seen so much death
that death means nothing to them now.
They wait in line for bread.
They wait in line for water.
Their eyes are black moons reflecting emptiness.
We've seen them a thousand times.
Soon, the President will speak.
He will have something to say about bombs
and freedom and our way of life.
I will turn the TV off. I always do.
Because I can't bear to look
at the monuments in his eyes.