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raybearReading the news is pretty fcking depressing. I'm reminded why I generally just tend to read headlines so I have a vague idea of what's happening in the world without all the biased language and gruesome details and blatant lies. Several of my best friends in the world are journalists as well as some fabulous people on my livejournal list (all of whom are thoughtful critics of their own peers), but damn, that profession is going to hell and I don't even believe in hell's existence.
Here's how it started. I read from Zeppo about a plane crashing into Stone Mountain which is my tiny corner of a hometown within Atlanta, so I check out the Atlanta Journal-Constitution website to get details. Then I read about the recent court decision in the conspiracy murder suit filed a few years ago involving the former sheriff's widow and I start thinking about bizarre television movie crimes that happened in my former city, which makes me think of the series of kids kidnapped and murdered in 1979-1980 and the novel written during that time and what was the name again? That woman who worked on it for ten years then died before it's completion and Toni Morrison ended up finishing the editing? I look it up on my amazon wishlist and I notice that Fortunate Son came out with a third edition in December and I still haven't read it for fear of having an aneurysm but suddenly I crave it until I read about how Hatfield ultimately committed suicide after the drama that came with his publisher pulling the publication and I'm sure his life was threatened by politicos (and possibly even taken by them, at the risk of sounding like a madman conspiracy theorist), and suddenly suicide seems all around me, on the periphery with friends of friends and friends of colleagues and whatnot.
And although I hate the news more consistently for hiding and obscuring the truth in reporting, I never forgive it for reporting deaths because it pretty much sucks to have someone you know's life boiled down to their neat little paragraphs.
This was not at all what I inteded to write about in this entry. But what can you do?
Here's how it started. I read from Zeppo about a plane crashing into Stone Mountain which is my tiny corner of a hometown within Atlanta, so I check out the Atlanta Journal-Constitution website to get details. Then I read about the recent court decision in the conspiracy murder suit filed a few years ago involving the former sheriff's widow and I start thinking about bizarre television movie crimes that happened in my former city, which makes me think of the series of kids kidnapped and murdered in 1979-1980 and the novel written during that time and what was the name again? That woman who worked on it for ten years then died before it's completion and Toni Morrison ended up finishing the editing? I look it up on my amazon wishlist and I notice that Fortunate Son came out with a third edition in December and I still haven't read it for fear of having an aneurysm but suddenly I crave it until I read about how Hatfield ultimately committed suicide after the drama that came with his publisher pulling the publication and I'm sure his life was threatened by politicos (and possibly even taken by them, at the risk of sounding like a madman conspiracy theorist), and suddenly suicide seems all around me, on the periphery with friends of friends and friends of colleagues and whatnot.
And although I hate the news more consistently for hiding and obscuring the truth in reporting, I never forgive it for reporting deaths because it pretty much sucks to have someone you know's life boiled down to their neat little paragraphs.
This was not at all what I inteded to write about in this entry. But what can you do?
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Date: 2003-09-18 06:54 am (UTC)Stone Mountain, huh? I know it well. When I was a teenager our Pastor's family was from there. I was really close to the family so I went back with them a few times. Very pretty! But, glad you made the move to the "big city"!!!