Sunday, April 14, 2019

strike three


In our computer age avalanche of good things driven asunder by craven trends, there goes the bowling alley, one anyway. The closing of Orlando's Brunswick Lanes – a cool, dark, happy cave where body English and body language are the only signs of anguish; where anybody regardless of size or ability can drop a bowl onto the lane and watch it roll, 'cause it's all downhill; where the cannonballs have finger holes and the only hunt is hunting up a beer or a ball with holes to fit your hand; where the only relevant sounds are laughter and the crashing of colored balls against terrified white pins. Where the best sight is those pins suddenly disappearing in a clamor only to rise again. It's Easter all day every day. Was. For sure “was” will beat what will be. And that is the acid test for progress.

Monday, April 08, 2019

it's the real thing

Fake news!  All started years ago by the Weather Underground.  Emboldened by notoriety, they emerged and became the Weathermen.  Now they appear every day on local news.  And they NEVER get it right.  Still, viewers can't get enough of them.  Other tv people saw this and said, Dang!  We can do that too.  To hell with trying to say things that fit reality - people really don't care just as long as we're saying something. Just make shit up everyday - that means more time on the beach.