Lit week photoshoot yesterday & today,
everyone worked hard.
the National Museum’s a great place to spend a Sunday morning,
notably tourists outnumbered locals.
I saw Leslie Kee’s photo show in brief,
(and there were celebrities in briefs),
the man can flatter his subjects.
Looking forward to the next museum jaunt.
Somedays I believe all that my family can see is the TV set.
Last year we got our googlebox replaced when our old one went to Heaven. A spanking new 37-inch plasma set took its place, in my humble opinion rather extravagant considering our family.
My brother says that it is an investment - and i agree. It is an investment for the happiness of my parents, for their relaxation & sanity, boredom & interest.
Television makes my mom & dad so very happy. Especially my mother, someone who watches any & every program. She is transfixed upon the set from 7pm to 1am everyday, weekends moreso. Depending on her interest on the program, she drifts between partial wakefulness & deep slumber in these hours, lying on the sofa. She stirs immediately whenever someone switches a channel, or switches off the set - only to protest. Its pretty amusing really.
Yet it scares me so. I never liked television. It robs the mind of independent thought & holds a certain addictive quality where viewers resign themselves to watching absolute rubbish because there’s nothing else to see.
Enslaved to the media.
But I understand. She needs her release, her daily dose of antistress.
I only wish she chose something healthier.
