I called my dad earlier tonight, and the first thing he said was, “Are you watching the news?” I realized I hadn’t turned on the TV since I arrived home. You don’t need me to tell you, but yes, the war has begun.
Gee, I was hoping to finally watch My Big Fat Greek Wedding (it arrived from Netflix today), but no, there’s a war on. I’ve seen enough. I can now turn off the news. That’s the thing about TV news. It seems like after the big story has been delivered, you start to experience diminished utility for every additional minute you watch. The broadcasters have all that extra airtime, which they fill by replaying the same video clip, parading experts with the same old arguments, and continually re-capping the situation “if you’re just tuning in.”
Then again, I suppose breaking news isn’t meant to be watched as if it were a scripted drama with deliberate, well-timed plot points, as if the static, live video of the blue Baghdad sky were just an empty stage waiting for a few missiles that missed their cue. Isn’t there a danger in that—watching the news, waiting for something to happen?
Please stand clear of the doors. I’ve listed Rebel Prince on the very cool D.C. Metro Blog Map, which, as you might guess, lists blogs in the D.C. area according locations on the metro map. Check it out. My station is Dupont Circle, on the red line.
Shifting preferences. Musicwise I’ve been in a jazz phase for a long while now. But just in the past few days, I’ve found myself completely drawn back to classical music: listening to the classical radio station, rediscovering my long-neglected vocal and symphonic CDs. During college I was really into Mozart vocal music, especially the operas. This time around I want to start getting into some solo instrumental works, like violin and guitar. To be honest, the sound of violin used to grate on my senses, but I’m acquiring a taste for it.