The here and now... and what and why

Complacency is a trap. At least that’s what I was thinking when I up and left the comfort of a Yankee prep school gig, where I taught music, amongst other things, for 28 years. There was also that life long career as a composer, musician and artist.

First, it was a year in St. Thomas, USVI, working as a reporter and shooting photography and then, a year in San Agustin Etla, Oaxaca, Mexico.
Time passed.
More time passed and a year back in the Athens of America followed by a hasty return to Oaxaca where it is all happening.
A couple of years in San Sebastian Etla and now, just down the road in San Pablo Etla. Life is good.

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Santo Domingo

Santo Domingo
The view from Corazon del Pueblo

The hereafter re me

My photo
Oaxaca, Oaxaca, Mexico
Musician, photographer, videographer, reporter, ex-officio teacher, now attempting to be a world traveler

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Nailed it....

Absolutely perfect from Doonesbury

Remember when Tim Russert died and we had a week of apotheosis? No better example of the fact that they think they are The Story.  Meanwhile the real news goes ignored.

1 comment:

Peter (the other) said...

American television has become truly unwatchable unless one is on a heaping dose of some kind of ADD medicine. The number of commercial breaks and the ferocity of sensual attack by each commercial trying to out yell the next feels assaultive to me. And as you and Doonesbury point out, that fewer actual reports are squeezed in between all the self promotion, to keep the costs of actually having to produce news down, means there is no meat on dem news bones by the time you even do get to 'em!

The beauty displayed in your photos of the road trip to the coast and the visited carnival celebrations reminds me of how truly beautiful "god's" world is. "Kill your TV!", I have, but find myself in hotel rooms enough to witness the travesty.

Sheesh.