Electronic Writer

Last night, I watched “Dancer in the Dark” for the first time. Bjork is a muse. She is my inspiration. She is phenomenal, and so talented, and a creative genius.

I have repeated a quote for about seven years now: “Dance until the music finds you.” It implies that you have an idea of what that music sounds like. You can envision it. Your thoughts create a vacuum, and the universe then fills the silence with the music that matches your dancing. This concept is something I hold completely dear, and yet, it has avoided me for nearly my entire life. Or, perhaps it has sought me, and I have run from it.

Bjork’s entire film was about this very concept. Music happening–filling in the void around your idea. Life adding rhythm to your dancing. I have rented the movie for a week–and will get to watch it several more times before I have to return it.

I started reading the news again. It has been awhile. Perhaps I have been a little depressed about the state of the world. Perhaps I have been avoiding that pressure. Perhaps I have been preoccupied.

After the last election, with the atrocities that happened in polling places, and the Republic Party’s resurrection of “Jim Crow” laws to challenge voter eligibility INSIDE the polling place in Ohio, and the garbage bags of “lost” votes in Florida, and election officials publicly promising to “deliver elections,” my reaction was that it was time for writers and thinkers to DIG IN and start doing their part. My pre-election threats to my family that I would whisk myself to a old-world European country to escape in the event that the scoundrels in-charge stole another election vanished entirely. I knew that I had to stay in America, and change the minds of people with words and ideas.

While perusing the 300+ articles that matched my general criteria, I found myself reading an article at SFGate.com about nearly a THOUSAND pilgrims who died while trying to cross a single bridge in Iraq. It was such a devastating amount of people that even though there is a war going on around them, the community is still reeling from the loss.

At the top of the page, just as I started to process the details of the article, I noticed a banner advertisement, and there appeared to be a man’s naked chest (the head and torso were blocked . . . . The copy for the advertisement read, “Under the Patriot Act, your information is no longer private. Strip away the sound bites and learn the truth. www.aclu.tv.” Are we really in a state of being where organizations have to ADVERTISE the truth in order to get Americans to participate?

Maybe, I could write some of the advertisements we might read in the not-so-distant future:

• Taxes have been temporarily suspended. Instead, please make your checks out directly to: The President and his Friends.
• Big Brother is here. He has opened up special camps, and all FREE THINKERS are invited.
• The HIDDEN oil crisis: How are the executives of the oil companies going to spend their record profits?