Thursday, July 06, 2006

My Name Is Jason Johnson And I Would Like Someone To Put Me Out Of My Misery

OK. I'm a little irritated, to begin with, because the Red Sox are getting their shins kicked in by one of the worst (on paper) teams in the American League. The Tampa Bay Devil Rays are like the ignorant guy in the movie who's manipulated into killing the hero by the real bad guy. Someone needs to tell them to stop winning because they're likely to screw everything up if they do.

Like I said, I'm irritated, and I just saw about thirty seconds of this show called The Hills. So, in all honesty, this isn't even funny anymore. Let's have a cultural overview here: Snakes On A Plane: funny. The Hills: not funny.

And this is the sort of thing that is completely uncontestable to me. This stuff is mindless, soulless, empty entertainment that pushes all kinds of buttons I don't even want to think about. Are rich Californian teenagers some kind of an idol? They're definately iconic, in both positive and negative lights, but I cannot undertsand this undying fascination with people who live in Los Angeles.

Now, I've never been there, but from what I understand it's just a city filled with really shallow people doing really shallow things. There's the smog thing because everyone drives everywhere, some areas are really dangerous, etc. etc.

Is there anyone else with a total lack of interest in the place? Iceland is on my list at the moment, South Central is not. I've heard people say in the city's defense that there are a lot of people there who are genuinely talented and really involved in their creative industries, but I refuse to believe that you have to live in Los Angeles to be involved in film, music, whatever. When's the last time you heard a good band from LA?

This turned into a big anti-los angeles rant, but I had started with the intention of promoting not watching television. I really think television lowers your standards or something, and I'd like so much to just not have it as a frame of reference. Yeah, in the past few months I've enjoyed a shitty TV show and about eight hundred Red Sox games, but if you sit and watch TV for an extended period of time and you don't completely veg out, you start to realize what a waste of time it is.

Why watch TV when you could be typing inane shit that no one reads online?

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I started reading Tropic of Cancer and, so far, this is the best passage:

"They have not told me what the new drama is about, but I can sense it. They are trying to get rid of me. yet I am here for my dinner, even a little earlier than they expected. I have informed them where to sit, what to do. I ask them politely if I shall be disturbing them, but what I really mean, and they know it well, is--
will you be disturbing me? No, you blissful cockroaches, you are not disturbing me. You are nourishing me. I see you sitting there close together and I know there is a chasm between you. Your nearness is the nearness of planets. I am the void between you. If I withdraw there will be no void for you to swim in."


1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I read this and I enjoyed it.

FU LA

8/7/06 00:05  

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