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Wednesday, July 10, 2013

TV Casuality




                                 

           
                                

                                                        
  As Seen on TV
((this is my original work and any attempt to reprint or copy needs my written permission))

“Bourge has another great product for you.  It will make your hair shinier and sexier”, says the alluring celebrity spokes model who holds the bottle of shampoo up to the camera.” You cannot live without this product, ladies.  I promise you, this new Vi-De Belle hair follicle, vitamin enriched scalp nourishment will change your life. Trust me.  I have the whole line of Vi-de Belle hair care products and I wouldn’t trust my scalp to anything else.”  The attractive celebrity winks at the camera and begins to massage the product into her hair. 

The celebrity spokes model, Venus Starr, is a light skinned black woman with long, straight hair that reaches her shoulder blades.  The hair looks like a wig, but in fact it is Venus’ own hair.  Venus used to have very curly hair that fanned out around her face when it was shorter.  But because of her contract with Vi-De Belle beauty products, she had to use what they had to offer.  And they didn’t sell any products for women with curly hair.  Curly hair was not deemed popular so all of the Vi-De Belle products catered to women with straight hair.  Hair that was straight as a pin.  Hair that you would have to iron to get so arrow straight.  Curly was out.  Straight was in.  That’s what life was like living in a straight world.  A world generated by Bourge Corps. 

Jeremy reflected on all of this as he watched the commercial.  He hated these ads and hated the celebrity spokes models even more. 

“God, I hate Venus Starr.  She’s in every damn commercial nowadays.  And she has that new talk show and apparently is the new face of Vi-de (VIDA) Belle.”

“Oh, I don’t know, she seems pretty smart.  And I think it’s cool that a child star can have so much success.  At least she’s not washing down pills with booze or injecting heroin between her toes like other former child stars.”

“Shit, Angela, just because she was the darling of ‘Our Hearts’ doesn’t give her entitlement to tell everyone what to buy and how to spend their hard earned money.  What was that stupid slogan?”

Angela imitates a television announcer.  “’Home is where Our Hearts live.  America’s most fetidly wholesome and infectiously loveable family.  The Heart family lives in all of our hearts.’ Jeremy, spare me your rant about celebrities being the balm of your existence.

“Angela, bane, not balm.  They have opposite meanings.  Bane is something that annoys the hell out of you.  Balm is something that makes you relax.  And did that theme song really say ‘fetid’ and ‘wholesome’ in the same breath?  Fetid is something that smells awful, like garbage.  But I guess that was before language started changing and up became down and vise versa.  Let’s see.  It all started with ‘Text Speak’ and now nothing has any original meaning anymore.  Language has been stripped of context and content.  Everything is ‘luv’ and ‘ick’ and ‘k?” 

“It takes too much time to spell everything out.  Text Speak makes it easier to communicate.  And anyway people don’t spend all their time reading yellowed Pulp like some people.  Why don’t you just get an EZ Speak Audio Biblio-Reader?  You don’t have to read anything yourself.  It’s all audio and you can pick which celebrity voice you want to hear.”

“That’s the reason I still have old books and newspapers around.  Don’t call it ‘pulp’.  That makes it sound worthless and unwanted.  Like pulp in juice.”

“I hate pulp in juice.  You can’t even buy it anymore.  They took a poll and people said they preferred no pulp so that’s all you can get now.  I like it better that way.”

“And that’s another thing.  Why is Bourge Corp taking all of these stupid polls?  If something is voted as being unpopular, it gets discarded like  yesterday’s hamburger wrapper.”

“I like the Bourge Corp polls.  Oh, they have a new one out today.  It asks you to name your favorite cola drink.  I like Zap Cola better than Bolt!  I hope Zap wins.”

“It probably will since Zap is made by Soife, which is another Bourge Corps company.  Bourge Corps tried to buy Bolt but Goody Cola wouldn’t budge.  So now Bourge Corps is trying to eliminate the competition.”

Angela was busy looking at herself in the mirror.  She especially critical about her hair.  Secretly, she wanted her hair to look as straight as Venus Starr’s.  Angela had been using a different shampoo and she made a note to switch.  As her mind was filled with these vapid thoughts, she tried to think of a way to keep the conversation with Jeremy from going flat. 

“I didn’t know all of that, Jeremy.  Are you sure Zap is a Bourge product?  I thought it was the other way around.  The Bolt commercials are a lot better.  And their jingle is catchier.”

“That’s why Bourge Corps wanted to buy out Goody Cola.  They knew that their product sold more units and made more money.  If you can’t buy ‘em, crush ‘em.  You know, that mentality started by what was it, Morbinta Inc?  They started this whole we kill and crush the competition mentality.  That or force them into bankruptcy if they won’t be bought out.  Then buy them out anyway without any sweet under the table deal.”
“Jeremy, you’re so paranoid.  If it weren’t for Morbinta, half the country would have starved during that severe drought.  They made sure that people still had fresh fruits, vegetables, and meat.”

            “You’re so brainwashed, Angela.  Morbinta caused that draught by making a deal with the water and electric companies to turn off generators and underground pumps for crops.  They took advantage of that summer where temperatures for most of the country were in the triple digits.  Only Morbinta farms were producing, and you know that what came out of those farms was not real food.”

“But Morbinta went out of business. If they ruled over everything with an iron thumb, then how come they aren’t around anymore.”

“Angela, that’s why I read as much as I do.  All of the answers are in the pulp that people don’t look at anymore.  Morbinta and Bourge Corps are one and the same.  Morbinta bought out as much as it could, pretended to go under, and then changed names and hands a few times to confuse people.”

“It sounds like science fiction to me, Jeremy.  There’s no way the good people of America would let all of that happen.”

“Well people only read what’s downloadable on their EZ-Speak.  If you can even call it reading anymore.  People listen to stories about the salacious tabloids and banal courtroom dramas.”

“Banal?  Salacious?  I don’t even know what that means!  Use English.”

“Angela, it is English!  Well, once it was English.  No one uses words that are more than two or three syllables.  Anything that is too complicated is just tossed aside.  Language has been redefined by the masses.  It’s too bad that the masses were never that smart to begin with.”

“You’re such a snob.  That’s why you don’t have any friends.  That and you don’t have a Bourge membership.  Oh, I forgot to tell you.  I just became Bourge Elite.  You know what that means, right?”

“Sure.  You get a 45% discount on all Bourge Corps products and a year’s supply of Vi-De Belle beauty products.”

“Yea, that and I can have my bank account linked to bourge.com.  I don’t have to do anything when I go shopping.  I just buy what I want without worrying about it.  The money comes straight out of my account.  All of my bank statements are prepared for me.  I don’t have to balance my own checkbook.  The rest of the money I don’t spend gets put into another account and I don’t have to pay interest or anything.  Plus, there’s this new automatic online banking buddy system.  I don’t even have to go in person anymore.  It’s all done for me.”

“It’s another beautiful way for Bourge Corps to do all of the thinking for you and put their hands deeper into your pocket.  And tell me, Angela, what happens if you run low on cash.  If you’re not checking into your account, how would you know?”

“That’s the great thing about being Bourge Elite!  Everything I buy in stores and online is connected to my account.  So, when I go out to eat or shop online, I am barred from buying anything that is too expensive and outside what my paycheck would allow me to buy.  I told you, the money is all figured out for me.”

“So wait a minute.  Let’s say you’re out to eat and you feel like a steak instead of a hamburger?”

             “The touch screen menu will block out the steak because it’s too expensive.  I’ll only be able to get the hamburger and other items that fit within my budget.”

            “Who determines what your budget is?”

            “I told you, being a Bourge Elite member has everything figured out for me.  Any day now, my Palm Tab should get a downloaded file explaining what happens with all of my money.  Let’s see, if I remember correctly, after bills are calculated, I’m allowed 25% for clothes and 35% for food.”

            “What about the other 40%?”

            “Some of that goes toward bills.  I think the rest goes into a rainy day account.  I’m not sure.  It’s all explained in the portfolio.  I’ll show it to you when it gets downloaded on my Palm Tab.  It will make sense when you see it all explained.”

            “I’m worried, Angela.  If you can’t explain it to me, it doesn’t sound like a very wise plan of action.”

            “Oh, Jeremy, you worry too much.  Why don’t you have a Go-Go Bar or a Mind Booster Shake?  You haven’t eaten anything since breakfast.”

            “I’ll just have a salad and some fresh juice.”

Jeremy gets up to look inside of the refrigerator.  He has all of his garden produce and natural food marked with neon green-yellow tape.  Anything unnatural, the things that Angela had been eating lately were marked with black electrical tape.  All of Angela’s food was set aside on a different shelf.  In fact, Jeremy mentioned getting a second refrigerator because he was so worried about the chemicals in Angela’s food.  Angela stopped thinking about the food she was eating after she started eating what Jeremy deemed poisonous junk. 

            “I don’t even know why you bother, Jeremy.  You’re like the only one in the neighborhood who has a garden.  It’s so much work.”

            “But at least I know where my food comes from.  I grow it myself and can control what goes into my body.  I don’t know what the hell is in that crap Bourge Corps puts in stores.  You could be eating cancer on a stick for all you know.”

            “Oh, Jeremy.  What am I going to do with you? “

Angela takes the remote control and changes the channel.  She focuses on the television and tunes out Jeremy’s conversation. 

            “Angela, we used to have intelligent conversations about these things.  But you
don’t remember.  It was your idea to start the garden and grow our own food.  But       you started getting fast food because it was cheaper.  You changed out your organic soap and shampoo for a Vi-de Belle membership. And you changed.  That’s when…”

“Shh..quiet down, my favorite show is coming on.”

“It’s a commercial, Angela.  Can’t we talk some more about this.  I’m worried about you.”

Angela squeals, “Oh Jeremy, I love this commercial.  The little boy is so adorable.   
She imitates a little boy’s voice.  ‘Can I have anuhduh (another)?’”

            “’Eat a Pow Burger.  They’re rich in vitamins and nutrients.  Another great product by Meaty Delights, a property of Bourge Corps.  Bourge Corps knows what America’s children prefer.’  A little boy eats a burger that looks like a cross between Spam and pulled pork.  He gets what looks like ketchup or barbeque sauce all over his mouth and smiles.  The little boy looks up past the camera and asks, “Mom, I’m  still hungry.  Can I have anuhduh?”   The phrase, “Can I have another” sticks out in big red letters while the jingle for Pow Burger plays in the background.  Angela hums along to the music.

            “I think I’m gonna go out and get a Pow Burger!  I’ll be right back.”

“Are you sure you don’t want some salad instead?  Angela, I think tonight I’ll make a vegetarian lasagna.  I’ll even make the pasta from scratch.  How about that instead?”

“I’m really in the mood for a Pow Burger and a Mind Booster Shake.  I can get one for you too.  I still have a full food quota.”

“Angela, I love you.  I want to make a baby with you.”

“Silly, you know we can’t have any more children.  We tried once and it didn’t work out.”  Angela gives Jeremy a kiss on the forehead and grabs her purse. “I think I’ll get some of that new Vi-De Belle shampoo too.”  Angela leaves Jeremy sitting on the couch by himself, unaware that anything is out of the ordinary.

Jeremy sat there in the mid-afternoon sunlight streaming through the window and thought about Angela.  They wanted children once.  But Angela’s body wasn’t able to make a baby without huge risks.  So the doctor put a black x over her medical file and that was that.  They could try to adopt but only if both of them were Bourge Corps members.  And Jeremy refused to get even a Bourge Basic Membership.  Angela joined partially out of a glimmering hope that Jeremy would join her and partly to save on finances in case they actually did end up being able to adopt.  Then it all changed.  Angela cared more about material things.  Then she bought that EZ-Speak.  And her language began to change.  Everything about her was different.  She looked more and more like the celebrity spokes models on TV than the woman he married.  Jeremy wondered what the future held for them, as a couple.

 Does he still love her?  Will he stay with her?

Tune in and find out what happens tonight on ‘Love Electric’, another original, smash series from Hunter Broadcasting, a Bourge Corps Production
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Tune on, tune in, drop out,
~R~

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Mirror, Mirror

                                  
 
Video for 'Evil Twin' by Modeselektor feat. Otto von Schirach

My worst fear is coming face to face with an evil version of myself.  It would be me, but a me that has decided to use his powers for evil, not good.  Have you ever had this thought?  Facing an evil version of yourself?  For me, it's someone who is completely selfish, haughty, indulgent, and mean.  Very mean.  I have had dreams where this has happened.  The person looks and talks like me, walks and has the same mannerisms.  However, because it's me, I also know my weaknesses and would  prey upon them like a wolf to a flock of sheep.  I have always known that, if I so chose, I could turn my green/blue beam to red/orange.  My blunt insults and astute observations could make people melt on the spot.  I could manipulate people to cower and fear me.

Interestingly, looking up the idea of 'evil twin' in google, leads me, of course to Wikipedia.  We all know that there is a lot of imagery of evil twin within literature, movies, comic books, and television shows (cartoons and sci-fi namely).  Interestingly, the evil twin idea comes out of Zoroastrianism.  There are twins Ahura Mazda (good) whose roots are related to 'wisdom' and 'femininity'.  Then, Angra Mainyu (evil) whose roots align with the concepts of 'destruction' and 'mind/spirit'.  Obviously, the idea of creation and destruction are central to most, if not all, of the world's religions.  It is seen time and time again in both the old and new testaments of the Bible.  However, what fascinates me about the Zoroastrian concept is that good and evil are twins.  It opens the possibility that we each have an evil doppelganger in existence.  The show 'Fringe' definitely explores this concept.

However, even though it is fascinating, I never want to meet my alternate, evil self.  In turn, I also have feared turning into an evil version of myself as this is not a self I ever cared to explore.  So, sometimes I also think about the possibility of going back in time and what I'd do/say to prevent this nightmare from happening.  Though it didn't happen, it very easily could have.   It nearly did.  For many years I was in a very dark place, fighting my own demons.   In some parallel universe, an evil version of myself exists.  However, what if a time machine existed?   What would I change?  What advice would I give to a younger version of myself to especially make sure I ended up using my powers for good?

I've been thinking a lot lately about what I would do if I could go back in time and meet myself, say 10 years ago or 20 years ago.  What would I say to a 21 year old version of myself?  An 11 year old version?

Maybe I'd say to ignore all the bullshit.  Just tell people how you feel, exactly.  Tell the kids that bully you that one day, they'll be unhappy and bald and/or fat.  Tell your best teachers how they'll inspire you to become an educator.  Tell your worst ones how you'll use them as an example to your students of what's laughable and pathetic.  I would spend more time with my sister, getting to know who she really is.  I would look around at all my friends and look deep inside of them to hold the real ones close and fake out everyone else.  I would explain to my parents what their manipulation and psychological abuse would result in.  I would have told myself not to give up or give in.  To keep on being true to yourself and not let others define you.

I think I wrote a letter to a future self in middle school but I don't remember what I did with said letter.  I probably told myself to keep writing, as my 5th/6th grade English teacher told me to never stop writing.  She said that my stories showed promise and I had a great imagination and creativity.  I still remember this!  However, I probably told myself that I wasn't popular and that I should try to be liked by everyone.  I've always had trouble with people not liking me, as I've always found myself to have a magnetic personality.  Funny, charming, but a little too real perhaps.  I've always vied for acceptance even if it means being friends with people who aren't really a 'friend'.  I should have told myself not to sacrifice my principles or who I was just for acceptance.  What else would I say? 

I know that if I wrote a letter to my past self that I could send back through time, I would tell myself to explore art more.  Take more art classes in high school.  Get more involved in music and theater.  Branch out and listen to music other than angry, angst ridden fuck off music.  I would tell my past self to go out for sports, maybe track or soccer.  I would talk about being okay with being alone sometimes rather than being surrounded by dozens of people who only hang out with you because you offer something.  Or, maybe I would have written an inspirational speech about how I am destined for amazing things and not to listen to naysayers because they are all jealous and insecure.

I think about this a lot.  And it makes me think about how I've changed but also what has remained the same.  I know my core being has always remained the same.  I have always loved literature and words, playing with language.  I read at an early age and though my writing came a little late, I have always enjoyed books and being verbal.  My verbal skills have always far outweighed my math skills.  Though, now I know I'm not bad at math.  I was never given the proper encouragement and perhaps with a more progressive teaching method with math, I would have excelled in the subject.  Or, if I would have somehow prevented my father from ever tutoring me in math and causing all of the psychological damage that ensued.  I cannot change the past, though.

What has happened, has already transpired.  I'm not sure I'd actually want to go back in time and change things because everything: the good, the bad, the ugly has happened for a reason.  There was a lesson in every tear and giggle, every heartache and moment of joy.  The positive and negative in my life has made me who I am now, and I like who I am now.  I'm confident and sure of myself.  Despite setbacks and pitfalls, I have triumphed.  My story could have gone a zillion different ways but I consider myself a fighter, a vanquisher of everything negative in my life.

I still have moments of doubt and insecurity but instead of throwing a pity party,  I make myself make a list of changes I should make.  I like making lists.  They make me feel like I've accomplished something.  You know, checking off that little box with an x.  Then when the list has x's in every box, I move on to another list.  I know what things I need to work on and what I want to achieve.  Personal success is very important to me, and I always have set very high goals.  Actually, somewhat unrealistic goals.  For every project I ever worked on for school, my teacher would always say, "Why did you pick the hardest topic again?"  I guess I just like laying out a challenge for myself.  Why take the easy way out?  Sometimes the triumph is not in the answer but in the path you took to get there.

I know that despite a lot of shit that I've had to deal with, I am a very positive person.  I still hold myself to high standards because I believe that I will do something important.  I've always had that feeling of not being quite like the other kids.  Almost like I was dropped from another decade or planet.  In fact, I was always convinced that a whole species exist of beings like myself on a planet that we had not yet discovered.  That I had dropped to earth like Superman or was an alien being yet to be found like in episodes of Star Trek.  My values never matched up with my peers, exactly.  I try to view others as humans, and I judge them by their characteristics.  I'm a pretty good judge of character, too.  Usually my first impressions are pretty dead on.  A huge leap if you ask me, since I used to judge people by what they wore.  I would never talk to someone who was 'too preppy' or 'too good looking' when I was younger.  I didn't trust people like that.  I only trusted the weirdos, misfits, and pariahs.  I guess that's why people who are mentally imbalanced feel a kindred relationship with me (I discuss this in another post: Blotter Test).

I'm proud of how far I've come, though.  I'm also thinking of what I could say to my future self, however.  What would I say to a 45 year old version of myself?  75?

It would go something like this:

  Dear me,

Don't give up.  You will achieve greatness.  But, remember that for some it happens at the most unexpected moment.  You cannot force it.  You cannot will it to happen tomorrow.  You have a path that is enlightened by a greater power, and all you can do is ask to keep on this divine path of yours.  You are real, an individual.  You are eccentric, artistic, and beautiful.  Do not forget it.  And don't get frustrated if you fall down a few times.  Your goals are lofty, and your head is often in the clouds.  Earth can be a cold, dark place.  Just remember to shine your light around and keep climbing the path until you've reached the top of the mountain.  I love you.

  Sincerely,

~R~


"Mirror in the sky, what is love?   Can the child within my heart rise above?  Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?  Can I handle the seasons of my life?  Well, I've been afraid of changing because I've built my life around you.  Time makes you bolder, even children get older.  And I'm getting older too."
    -Smashing Pumpkins (1994)- originally written by Stevie Nicks of Fleetwood Mac (1975)

                                             'Landslide' by Smashing Pumpkins (a fan video)
                                    I loved the symbolism which matches up with the song's message on life!
      

                                              Stevie Nicks's 'Landslide' (from 1997)