sensitive sensibility slapped by 1st amendment
I’ve reached a firm, solid conclusion about censorship. This will lack poise and erudition.
It is base and evil.
Here’s a short list of things to burn, should the impulse strike you. Get it, ’strike you’? Moving on:
1. Coal.
2. Go to 1.
That is my list and my fundamental knowledge of Basic programming.
There are some basic tenets that are bandied about whenever the issue of appropriateness surfaces.
Don’t like what’s on that radio station? Give up your satellite subscription and go old school – frequency modulation.
Don’t quite approve of that television show? Tell Tivo. Problem solved, catlouged, and preserved.
If only the food industry could devise a Tivo of its own. The mortality rate of produce.
Video game rampant with inter-galactic gore? Try decoding a java applet.
Think your belief system is approved by the FDA for inclusion in the food pyramid? Talk to Dr. Atkins.
It’s time for me to get some reading done. Pass the chips, white bread, and fettuccini alfredo.
mutable person
There are pieces scattered about the building. I am reminded of New Year’s Day and the jigsaw puzzle. Before it is even opened, the box is passed around, examined and considered. Family members ponder its potential for completion against the inevitable movement of time. I stare at each one, watching how they examine and determine, making judgements, passing nods of approval or exasperated sighs of dissent. They could very well be in the produce section, musing over a canteloupe. Turn, twist, shake, smell.
Once the decision is made, the puzzle is moved over to the dining room table, previously cleared, table pads securely in place. The most eager of those gathered removes the box top and pours the pieces across the table. Pressed cardboard, with laminate surfacing, with untreated undersides, jostle for position across the sheen of the table pad. The sound produced has no counterpart. Except for one day in September when pieces are strewn about the halls and twenty or so arrive at room 218.
