I'm watching yet another reality-esque show, called, So you think you can dance.
It's a fun show and they work pretty hard to be real in their critiques as well as nice about it. The Simon Cowell type judge is actually just tough in my opinion, not freakishly inconsiderate.
And I began to wonder, what would it take to start a reality game called "so you think you can blog." I'm not sure it would really have good production values as, you'd have to find a way to make writing exciting. However, as a passive game, to watch and read might be interesting.
It would pre-suppose that there is such as thing as "good" blogging and that some blogs are better than others. In the same sense that we have awards for books being especially good in some category, this would be the Man Booker Award for blogs. I'm not sure what the application process would looks like, and I'm not sure that there would be a very interesting "worst of" set of blogs. Mostly I've found that blogs that are not great, are simply not great.
I can see it now, film of writer's block and all the crazy things writers do to have something interesting and new to report about their lives... It might work...
On other fronts, in my lowbrow, despicable quadrant, Hulu has a new rumor that they will start to require payment for at least some content in 2010. I'm completely bummed. I'd rather get it on netfilx... sorry hulu, but this is what my xbox elite is for.
Perhaps, I'm just greedy. I mean are we just so certain that everything should be free on-line? Maybe it's for the best, but I wish that they'd admitted that was the plan from the beginning. But that might have scared people off from trying the site, so I guess they did the right thing for the product.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Eating for Tu-mors
OK, so I've recently found out that I'm eating for two. but WAIT... before you break out cigars or champagne, or cards and oneseys... I'm eating for two and one of us is a Tumor.
Fortunately, not cancer, just a tumor. And extra piece of something in my body that just want to hang out, horde my blood, and grow. Eventually we will have a space issue. So this can't be a permanent arrangement, but for now I think I'll call it Hester. It just feels right.
I have to confess, it's not really that recent that I found out. I've had a couple of months to develop a proper sense of humor about it -- believe me, it did take a little bit of spin to get there, but here I am! And, it's strange to be here, in the midst of the minor tragedies common to adulthood, things suddenly got sort of major... and now it's back to relatively minor.
The second opinion, IS on the horizon.
Well, I'm actually avoiding the second opinion, but not without hope. I'm hoping to reduce the difficulty of the next operation by getting fit. The hope is that by getting healthier, if another operation is needed, I'll recover faster and more comfortably.
I'm almost ready... rather, we're almost ready.
Fortunately, not cancer, just a tumor. And extra piece of something in my body that just want to hang out, horde my blood, and grow. Eventually we will have a space issue. So this can't be a permanent arrangement, but for now I think I'll call it Hester. It just feels right.
I have to confess, it's not really that recent that I found out. I've had a couple of months to develop a proper sense of humor about it -- believe me, it did take a little bit of spin to get there, but here I am! And, it's strange to be here, in the midst of the minor tragedies common to adulthood, things suddenly got sort of major... and now it's back to relatively minor.
The second opinion, IS on the horizon.
Well, I'm actually avoiding the second opinion, but not without hope. I'm hoping to reduce the difficulty of the next operation by getting fit. The hope is that by getting healthier, if another operation is needed, I'll recover faster and more comfortably.
I'm almost ready... rather, we're almost ready.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
The Cultural Anthropology of Catalogs
I am looking through my mail and realizing that I have become a target of catalogs. Catalogs for clothing. New ones seem to come on a regular basis and I... I read them. I love the experience of discovering a new perspective in fashion, a new attitude, portrayed through clothing.
And as I settle in and imagine the person I could be, if only I had these clothes, I begin to wonder. Mostly I wonder about quality. Is this great quality clothing? or great quality photography? It's a tough call. So the first order from a new catalogue needs to be conservative. No matter how excited you may be about the order, attitude, color, whatever, the discipline needs to be there to keep from overindulging in what may prove to be a bad investment.
Sometimes it is hard to resist.
But what does it mean to have this catalogue relationship? How can I assess when catalogues move from being a convenience to being an obsession? Is there a number of catalogues that indicate that I have crossed a line?
And as I settle in and imagine the person I could be, if only I had these clothes, I begin to wonder. Mostly I wonder about quality. Is this great quality clothing? or great quality photography? It's a tough call. So the first order from a new catalogue needs to be conservative. No matter how excited you may be about the order, attitude, color, whatever, the discipline needs to be there to keep from overindulging in what may prove to be a bad investment.
Sometimes it is hard to resist.
But what does it mean to have this catalogue relationship? How can I assess when catalogues move from being a convenience to being an obsession? Is there a number of catalogues that indicate that I have crossed a line?
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