Chicken Solipsism for the Soul

[bcholmes]

John Doyle, Television writer for the Globe and Mail:

Being influenced by television coverage is a hazard of this job. [...]

I was deeply impressed by the TV performance of Dominique Galouzeau de Villepin, the French fella at the UN. He was just so darn good on TV. Nice suit, persuasive words and a devastating, drop-dead attitude.

[...]

Today, I think I'm supposed to write about the finale of The Bachelorette (ABC, CITY-TV, 8 p.m.) or the start of I'm a Celebrity -- Get Me Out of Here! (ABC, 10 p.m.), but I'm not inclined. Blame it on the French.

It comes as no surprise that any society on the verge of war engages in a self-indulgent focus on the mundane and on the most inance, non-threatening forms of entertainment. It's a collective shrug of the shoulders, a self-protective act that's an entirely natural impulse. It's easier than thinking about bodies strewn across the desert or in the streets of cities that are far, far away."

In other news, my order of French cheeses arrived at the office today. I put some of them out in the lunch room with a sign that said "Anti-war Fine Chesses. Help yourself." They were gone in about two hours.

Comments

[supergee.livejournal.com]

I am so sick of all the anti-French crap going around that I said to myself, "I will not talk about Jerry Lewis, I will not talk about cheese that smells like dead people's feet..." Then I remembered Foucault.