THE MEDIUM

THE ANNUAL 'BET AWARDS SHOW' will be aired in a few days.......for this year's 'trend updates'.   Recalling the last music awards show that i sat through  a few years back, I'll be not likely to stare at a screen.... having tuned in to the Noisy Look At Me Live Show  some  years ago..... just as Little Big Town was standing, country ABBA style, delivering their big hit , almost yawning, having performed it a jillion times before......   as  I watched/listened from the get-go....skipping both the ads for Acne and mood-disorder meds and the mostly attitudinal tongue-stumbling acceptance speeches... .. ZZzzz.. ...Noting that year's prevailing conformacy of Matrix-styled long coats and jackets, bejewelled ladypanties on breast-pumping, crotch-grabbing second tier backup performers, deep-knee-bending, status athletic shoe wearing predictability........just to set the 'tone' for the coming indulgences........This is NOT to imply that I didn't 'get...

Life, through a very, very small window.......what one sees, is what one believes to 'be'........drop the walls, and thus...the windows in the walls.....and Life is something completely different, isn't it? More, on the Relativity of Perspective.....and NOT from the viewpoint of either the nutso Philadelphia Experiment OR Netflix's Stranger Things .......which I've never bothered to watch.....It's always time to haul the Moon Landing sets or video tapes of dead Presidents' funerals out of storage to make way for the lastest hullabaloo....Want to rent my 'hemming machine'?....I've heard that the miniskirt is "In" for next year..... Relax, Jen, the 'juice' hasn't even been turned 'on'....yet....you silly Gelfling....

80 years late.......it's no longer meaningful......on it's dangerous demise in the parking lot of the old Georgia Mental Health parking lot:......up in flames! No time to scoop up the ashes before Parson's Ministry Of Truth's Junior Spies blow their plastic whistles......So the Funeral Urn of the last Mid Century remains empty.......Perhaps I should just fill it with wet paint that will never dry with its 'lid on'......There was the option of rolling it up and smoking it, but there was surely lots of lead and cadmium in the dry pigments.....Don't even think about there having been any other options!...Well, perhaps, some plasticky razor blade-cut flat sculptured glossy latex. My call! The dried paint could be dissolved, somewhat, in paint thinner, then mixed/combined with old, wet cat litter....and be sculpted before it re-hardens.....{Wear a gas mask, however......the cat urine and kerosine combine to produce an odoriferous, vomit-provoking odor.}........

95 years after 1930 changed the random associations of drunken flappers to the structural shoulders of another World conflict and the subsequent drug-showering of American Youth's brain synapses, Tom Wolfe exited with little applause...his fashionability having lost its runway footing as pants legs again narrowed, revealing some big feet, now on the ground.......Tom showed us that Durer, on acid, was Picasso, after all......The Merry Pranksters were On The Road , but Wolfe was not on the bus....he was writing the Story of the Bus Trip, and taking us into a brief orbit, before crashing into the Big Sea; or, have i just butted up the circuituous memory trail from those brain connections to stored Hamilton Morris' PHARMACOPEIA .....to 20th C. novels about drug intoxication and hallucinatory experiations....(yet, still, i know that 'experiation' is a neologistic word....but were not just about every word, at some times in History....just developments from primitive Man...