Sea of Japan to the cliffs of Dover
I’ve got a glut of media, mostly entertainment-oriented, demanding my attention around the house, and if there’s something stressing me out it’s that. Which is exactly the opposite of what entertainment’s supposed to do last time I checked. Last week I wasn’t even finished with the last The Wire season three disc when I was off to the library to pick up The Sopranos first season set. Today that set is two days overdue and I’m still not finished. I liked the show better when it wasn’t a race to get to the end.
The books pile up: How To Kill A Rock Star, on recommendation from a friend. Which Brings Me To You, recommended to the same friend but I’ve already forgotten what I liked about it so much so it needs a re-read. Red Harvest for next week’s book group. Mona Simpson’s The Lost Father, taken out of the library on a whim and I suspect due to be returned uncracked.
The month's magazines join them: Rolling Stone, MacWorld, Wired, Friends Journal (actually backed up to March on that one), and the New York Times glossy of which I have a five-month unread backlog and that’s often the best stuff in the Sunday Times.
DVDs? The latest Netflix sitting unopened for more than a week: Me and You and Everyone We Know and the first installment of Spike Lee’s When the Levees Broke. Plus the copy of Waking Life from Half-Price for suspiciously cheap which I need to view to make sure it’s OK. And last, staring me down are the first three seasons of Homicide I bought while in Boston. I don’t know what their deal is, they aren’t going anywhere any more than the Memento disc bought last year which I still haven’t seen. Shit, add that one to the list as well.
Two MP3 CDs arrived in the mail, their contents now added to iTunes but barely touched otherwise. Last month’s eMusic downloads likewise, and this month’s still to be grabbed. The pressure builds.
Plus I’ve just discovered Smith’s Memoirville, and Amanda Palmer’s blog with its voluminous archives and I do just love the way she writes. On top of that one of my projects for the month is to find a half-dozen blogs written by Quakers and start reading them. If my job were busier I’d have to be making some hard choices here.
I love the media/digital age, I do. I love choice and the freedom inherent, and vis-a-vis entertainment I'll almost always opt for more than less. But too many choices can really mess with your head. I was reading a book about just that at BookPeople last week.
Oh. I suppose I’ll have to add that one too.
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and do watch me & you & everyone we know--it's so fantastic. sad, but beautiful, and so understated and marvelous. when i've finished, i'll send you miranda july's new short story collection. just to add to your pile. :)