Yesterday I blasted another group of unfocused nouns, verbs, adverbs and probably a few words I have no idea what one would classify them as, perhaps, except crap? The message was about context in media. How the media world is turning more into a popularity or propaganda show. It isn’t the media isn’t sending out enough information, but rather, like this first draft out of my head when you read these posts. It is almost like unedited blabber that actually has a few valid points buried somewhere in the landscape.
I applaud those of you that can find them. Please send a copy of your treasure map so i can locate them as well.
Do you ever wonder if the directors and producers in the television control rooms take drugs, or if perhaps the seemingly ridiculous questions sometimes asked during interviews are part of some media script and strategy book?
You are presented with a horrific tragedy on TV and a distraught person has a camera and a mic shoved in their face by a perfectly coiffed talking head asking, “How do you feel?”
One day I hope someone has enough composure and wit to say, “How do I feel? Let's see, my loved one has (insert tragedy) and I witnessed it all. Let me stick your camera and mic in front of your face and ask you, 'how do you feel asking questions like this' to someone at a time like this?"
Now a part of my brains is to the part where experts are phoning in to give every and any possible scenario to a situation while the media scrambles to find any facts and report whatever they have, almost as a bet at the Las Vegas tables that they might be right with their first to file info sans dubious fact checking that happens in real time. In that time lag, filler to keep people on the channel might be a guy named, "Bob" calling in because he is an “expert” at something, talking to the on air talent
“Yes, Martha, it is possible that a UFO swooped down from outer space and so mesmerized the drivers of the vehicles that it caused this massive pile up.” (Then flip the channel and hear the other station have an expert name, "Kent" tell you that it is possible that the underground dirt people in the inner crust of the earth might made a mistake in tunneling that opened up the sinkhole that caused the massive car pile up)
Sorry, it is Saturday morning, I haven’t had coffee, you are basically screwed more than usual in trying to understand whatever my neurons are trying to communicate, but, roving UFO and underground dirt people are the oddest analogies I could think of.
Yesterday I posted an image of a donkey in a store to talk about context.
Today I will post the actual image of that day I met Donk at a place I stopped off at somewhere on the road out either the Dakotas, Wyoming, or Colorado. As one who will never pass up the opportunity to explore an interesting antique or junk store, I was taken by a huge rooster sculpture that was outside on the two lane road that was surrounded by farm implements, other sculptures and lots of cool looking stuff from yesteryear.
I turned the vehicle around and went back to explore and was met by a most unique woman named sandy. She struck up a conversation and was explaining her shop, her love of her 83-year-old husband named Vaughn. It was something you might read out of a romance novel; with the exception that it was “true love” in the reality of our hyped world that seems to have forgotten what love really is.
As we spoke, I did a double take as I looked back into the store. I thought I was having a mirage or an illusion, or perhaps i was having a Damascus road moment where I would get a calling to become a television news producer to ask silly questions at horrific times. There in front of me, as if an illuminated angelic vision of sorts, I swore I saw a full-grown donkey coming down the aisle to meet me.
“Uhm, ahh...Ma'am....Is that a donkey in your store?”
“Oh yes, don't mind him. His name is Donk.”
Pictures do more justice than anything I could write, so I will just send you along the moment I saw Donk, the moment before I petted him and then the initial photo to this post is a small selection of what the inside of Donk's store was like.
It is about context. Donk really does have the run of the store, and depending on your perspective of “stuff,” either treasure and/or junk from yesteryear. I found the place amazing. The biggest treasure I found in the store were Sandy, Vaughn, and the old donkey aptly named “Donk.”
Off the beaten path of life gives you the best surprises.