listening to: hooverphonic – battersea
Woowoo! Jury duty!
Jury duty thus far has been relatively painless. I went in for about three hours on monday, and only about 2.5 this morning. Neither time was I picked to serve, and was able to leave. This morning there was approximately a 1.5 hour wait with nothing to do but read before being called into any courtroom. Which I guess was nice. But frankly, I think I need to choose some slightly different reading materiel for 8:30am.
So, I didn’t really read at all during Innsbrook, which completely knocks out my set pattern of reading 3 books per week during music camps (like I did at Aria and Madeline Island). So I’m still all into this David Foster Wallace book, A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again. And…
There’s this 60-page essay about TV and its effect on fiction writers (seen as TV voyeurs) and relation to malignant addiction, reference to TV as its own entity, postmodernism, realism and…and…
I should not be reading that crap at 8:30am. Kind of like how we should not have been reading and talking about What Is Music In The 20th Century? at 9am, ever, in history, seriously.
And…I don’t know. There are frequently statements not entirely unlike this:
If Realism called it like it saw it, Metafiction simply called it as it saw itself seeing itself see it.
You get my schtick?
But the entire thing is horribly fascinating, if somewhat brain-slushifying. Like, if you think about it, TV is just radio enhanced with the added visual element. And it’s amazing to think about how easy it is to be ironic. All you need to do to be ironic with television is to make the visual misaligned from the auditory in a sense. And when I think about it irony that way, it’s amazingly simple to me. I like trying to analyze MST3k in terms of both this and realism, because it’s just so…so…yes. I don’t know if anything I’m inserting here actually makes sense. I need to read the essay about 8-billion times more during hours that are not morning hours in order to properly get this stuff into my brain.
Haha, I actually started reading the essay before I went to Innsbrook, and when my hostess (who was basically a little old lady transplanted from the conservative early 60’s) asked me what I was reading, I told her about the book, and what I had read in the essay so far. I think I explained that the essay was explaining how fiction-writers have a new “in” with tv, in a way that changes a lot of how they write and makes them into weird, lonely, intelligent voyeurs. And she went “Oh, that’s bad!” And I went “I honestly have no idea.” And then I shut up, because I realized that she probably thought I was kind of weird.
There is also a consideration of the fact that the book was written in the early nineties, before the Low Art days of reality TV and __THE INTARWEB__. But that basically just reminds me of other weird socioeconomical books I need to read (Everything Bad Is Good For You and Freakonomics).
Aside from that, the book has some really awesome stories about Central Illinois, and growing up around here that are just…fun to read. And connecting. Especially if you have lived here since you were pre-crawling age, and still live here, as I do.
And now I will go off to practice thirds and sixths. THIRDS AND SIXTHS. I know I sound crazy, but they are fun and make my fingers happy. THIRDS! SIXTHS!