Delusions
From Keeba’s Korner: Keeba Kornered & Kaptured in Kaptivity
Delusions that are forced to appear real
It is unfortunate that so many, too many fail or refuse to watch news reports. Whether it is religious reasons, lack of time or loss of interest, one might find of interest what the new laws the government has forced upon the people.
While I am so sure that many are troubled with, unemployment being an all-time high since 1953 and increased oil prices since the days of slick Willie; some people may feel a need to find and adhere to other distractions. Many worried folks not knowing if they’ll have a place to lay their head or where their next meal is coming from, may have tried to do something with their time and make use of current resources. (Whatever they might be). Notwithstanding, some still deciding if food and other necessities are more important than having medication or a roof over their heads. As for desires, well, they are outdated and have hence become a thing of the past; forget about it here in one of the richest Countries on this planet. (At least for now.)
While I attempt to spread joyous news and be amiable, it is often difficult. I was so sure that this would be one of those times, however I am wrong.
When I first became eliminated from the workforce, I spent many hours watching FoxNews Network, CNN, MSNBC, and many other worldwide news stations. I read the newspaper from front to back as well as the small local free newspapers left outside the door of retailers. While I am so sure I was being informed about the world around me, I was becoming inundated with politics, crime, and the like. I had ceased paying attention to the things that I enjoyed most. Almost demented with the plethora of information flooding my surroundings, I had considered admitting myself to the nearest mental health institution. I tell ya, I was just so sick and affixed with it, that it became apparent to my family that I had become neglectful a.k.a. partially or totally insane. I began to imagine what the tight white jackets would feel like. Heck, you have to admit (both women and men), no matter what color of clothing you wear, white goes with everything.
Well, suddenly I assumed that I had good news. Wait, let me say that before hurricane Katrina, I finally realized my obsession to current events and slowly ceased my manic craze, but with Web Pointer MD saved in my favorites and Dr. Kevorkian’s number in speed dial. Yes, I continued to watch the local news two to three times a day and kept informed by daily news articles, however within reason and with www.biologicalunhappiness.com at my fingertips. Notwithstanding and with all earnestness, I could not tear myself away from the television while I watched with sadness, fear, and disbelief while the catastrophic event destroyed and took so (too) many lives.
At one moment, I began to watch sitcoms. Whew! That was more than I could take. I enjoyed re-runs of All in the Family, Sanford and Son and many others. While Everybody Hates Chris is still a must see, I had to put an end to all of the others-new and old.
One afternoon, I received a call from a friend of a relative, and wham! I became inspired again.
Here’s my story:
One evening, I was pecking at the keys on my keyboard and I felt it was time to hear the jams from my favorite musician’s strum. I finally unwrapped a box that I had received some time ago. I knew what was inside - my new office-stereo. I performed my ritual when I received new things that came with an Owners Manual; I tossed aside the wrapping and Owner Manuals and plugged it in. What about the Owners Manual, you ask. Well, it must remain in the factory shipped wrapper until removal is necessary. See the way I see it is that when I finally do read it, - a year or more from now – I will discover new things. And walla, it’s just as new as the first day I opened the box a year prior! With the reference book close to the wastebasket, I plugged in my new stereo. I played with the CD thingy (no wonder I needed a new one), touched all the unread buttons and then started turning the knobs. Finally, I tuned into one of my favorite radio stations and noticed something that has not occurred in such a long, long time. (Wow, just the little things amaze me.) THEY WERE NOT TALKING! Nope, no talking nor commercials but continuous jams. I was groovin and a movin. I was on to something. They called themselves, Jammin 92.5, whereas I think they should have considered something more fitting like, Continuos Jams or something ‘nother. (I’m so sure if I gave it more thought, I would have come up with a catchier moniker.) Now, I know, you might say, she is some over-weight broad who has nothing else to do but waste time watching television or listening to music 24/7. But, you’re wrong. When able and not stuffing my face, I hit the treadmill or ski machine and when I do, I would listen to the continuos jams from my Walkman. Now, listen, I’m not an advertiser for any musician or radio station, but just desired to spread good news; something I think would help ease some folks from the day to day drab.
Well, this release has changed.
As I said, I just wanted to spread some good news or share something that I had embarked upon and was delighted to pass on. For all I know, the good news I wanted to pass on may not have been new to many. However, like a used car or any used item passed on to me, it may be used, but I was not the previous owner, so hence, it would be new to me. Nevertheless, I will say that I have listened to this radio station for years – at work, in the car. However, I was always limited with time; I had a job with clients who did not share my taste in music and my manager wasn’t too kind when I walked the office with headphones attached to my head. Thinking back on those dark days, I suppose it may have had something to do with the time someone accidentally pulled the fire alarm and I failed to notice the panic of 100plus employees. And, as far as the car. Well, tell me this, how much time can one spend in a car? I can eat and drink (non-alcoholic beverages, of course) and even get a little freaky inside my car, but then again, I cannot sleep in it. I mean at least I’m not forced to do so as of yet.
While I wanted to relay good news, I have awful news. The radio station once known as Jammin 92.5 is gone; it is no more. This disappointment came at a surprise, as I had no idea that the change was coming.
This is how I become aware of the transition: Yesterday morning I was performing my morning ritual. You know, feed the dog, take the dog out. Feed the fish and see if any fish need to be taken out. Wash my hands, wipe the kitchen counter, go to the bathroom and check my look in the mirror. (Yep, its me.) Turn on the shower and the shower radio, grab my shower-mat, looffa bar, and wait… Uh huh, something is new here. Should I have saved that Owners Manual or, should I have not listened to my 17 therapists? The radio was doing some sort of count down. What the heck! I did as I was told when the announcer told me "not to stare at my radio." By the time I finished cleaning, the count down thingy had come to an end and the announcer proclaimed that 92.5 was the new radio station for Country "Willie 92.5." What?!?!? I quickly dried my not so corpulent not so J-Lo body, applied lotion, dressed in my drab, and went into my bedroom. I turned on the amp and searched and searched for my radio station but to my displeasure, it could not be found. Later that day, I made a call or two and sent emails to family and friends inquiring about my station but no one seemed to know. I believe they were spending time with their co-workers or not inside a vehicle.
Today, December 16th, I opened an email with the title, What Happened to 92.5FM? I read, and I read. (frown) The radio station is gone. After reading the article, hmmm, I didn’t perceive any obvious reasons, so I’m not so sure as to why I am being forced to tune into FoxNews, yet again. While considering a call to the good Dr., I thought about the changes the station had made when Gloria Neal was added to "The Morning Show." It was a comforting that an African American was attached to Old School music played by mostly African Americans. Now, don’t get me wrong, as certainly I enjoyed the former, popular DJ Neal replaced, but just that it made sense or was easy to grasp. (No irony there) It was a different twist to the range of listeners.
I suppose, this release has made a round trip. As stated in the beginning, people are stressed and stretched about the economy and their lack of means to know the definition of economy. While money certainly isn’t everything, it certainly helps. And at times like these, it seems so prevalent that there is a lack of it. Well now, the good news is this: Those who love country music well, they have a new station for b-boopin and line dancin. Don’t get me wrong as I’m considerably eclectic when it comes to music, however I have a preference of time as well as when and where. The good news for me, well, as for me, wellllll, look on the bright side: white goes with everything and reasonably poises well against my pale skin. In addition, due to my own struggling surplus, I may be forced to live in my car WITHOUT a radio but with "Fuzzy Math."
©Keeba Smith
Hankered Writer and Feared Compressor
K Smith is a columnist for Black Denver Speaks, an author, and social issues commentator
Keeba23@netscape.net
Delusions that are forced to appear real
It is unfortunate that so many, too many fail or refuse to watch news reports. Whether it is religious reasons, lack of time or loss of interest, one might find of interest what the new laws the government has forced upon the people.
While I am so sure that many are troubled with, unemployment being an all-time high since 1953 and increased oil prices since the days of slick Willie; some people may feel a need to find and adhere to other distractions. Many worried folks not knowing if they’ll have a place to lay their head or where their next meal is coming from, may have tried to do something with their time and make use of current resources. (Whatever they might be). Notwithstanding, some still deciding if food and other necessities are more important than having medication or a roof over their heads. As for desires, well, they are outdated and have hence become a thing of the past; forget about it here in one of the richest Countries on this planet. (At least for now.)
While I attempt to spread joyous news and be amiable, it is often difficult. I was so sure that this would be one of those times, however I am wrong.
When I first became eliminated from the workforce, I spent many hours watching FoxNews Network, CNN, MSNBC, and many other worldwide news stations. I read the newspaper from front to back as well as the small local free newspapers left outside the door of retailers. While I am so sure I was being informed about the world around me, I was becoming inundated with politics, crime, and the like. I had ceased paying attention to the things that I enjoyed most. Almost demented with the plethora of information flooding my surroundings, I had considered admitting myself to the nearest mental health institution. I tell ya, I was just so sick and affixed with it, that it became apparent to my family that I had become neglectful a.k.a. partially or totally insane. I began to imagine what the tight white jackets would feel like. Heck, you have to admit (both women and men), no matter what color of clothing you wear, white goes with everything.
Well, suddenly I assumed that I had good news. Wait, let me say that before hurricane Katrina, I finally realized my obsession to current events and slowly ceased my manic craze, but with Web Pointer MD saved in my favorites and Dr. Kevorkian’s number in speed dial. Yes, I continued to watch the local news two to three times a day and kept informed by daily news articles, however within reason and with www.biologicalunhappiness.com at my fingertips. Notwithstanding and with all earnestness, I could not tear myself away from the television while I watched with sadness, fear, and disbelief while the catastrophic event destroyed and took so (too) many lives.
At one moment, I began to watch sitcoms. Whew! That was more than I could take. I enjoyed re-runs of All in the Family, Sanford and Son and many others. While Everybody Hates Chris is still a must see, I had to put an end to all of the others-new and old.
One afternoon, I received a call from a friend of a relative, and wham! I became inspired again.
Here’s my story:
One evening, I was pecking at the keys on my keyboard and I felt it was time to hear the jams from my favorite musician’s strum. I finally unwrapped a box that I had received some time ago. I knew what was inside - my new office-stereo. I performed my ritual when I received new things that came with an Owners Manual; I tossed aside the wrapping and Owner Manuals and plugged it in. What about the Owners Manual, you ask. Well, it must remain in the factory shipped wrapper until removal is necessary. See the way I see it is that when I finally do read it, - a year or more from now – I will discover new things. And walla, it’s just as new as the first day I opened the box a year prior! With the reference book close to the wastebasket, I plugged in my new stereo. I played with the CD thingy (no wonder I needed a new one), touched all the unread buttons and then started turning the knobs. Finally, I tuned into one of my favorite radio stations and noticed something that has not occurred in such a long, long time. (Wow, just the little things amaze me.) THEY WERE NOT TALKING! Nope, no talking nor commercials but continuous jams. I was groovin and a movin. I was on to something. They called themselves, Jammin 92.5, whereas I think they should have considered something more fitting like, Continuos Jams or something ‘nother. (I’m so sure if I gave it more thought, I would have come up with a catchier moniker.) Now, I know, you might say, she is some over-weight broad who has nothing else to do but waste time watching television or listening to music 24/7. But, you’re wrong. When able and not stuffing my face, I hit the treadmill or ski machine and when I do, I would listen to the continuos jams from my Walkman. Now, listen, I’m not an advertiser for any musician or radio station, but just desired to spread good news; something I think would help ease some folks from the day to day drab.
Well, this release has changed.
As I said, I just wanted to spread some good news or share something that I had embarked upon and was delighted to pass on. For all I know, the good news I wanted to pass on may not have been new to many. However, like a used car or any used item passed on to me, it may be used, but I was not the previous owner, so hence, it would be new to me. Nevertheless, I will say that I have listened to this radio station for years – at work, in the car. However, I was always limited with time; I had a job with clients who did not share my taste in music and my manager wasn’t too kind when I walked the office with headphones attached to my head. Thinking back on those dark days, I suppose it may have had something to do with the time someone accidentally pulled the fire alarm and I failed to notice the panic of 100plus employees. And, as far as the car. Well, tell me this, how much time can one spend in a car? I can eat and drink (non-alcoholic beverages, of course) and even get a little freaky inside my car, but then again, I cannot sleep in it. I mean at least I’m not forced to do so as of yet.
While I wanted to relay good news, I have awful news. The radio station once known as Jammin 92.5 is gone; it is no more. This disappointment came at a surprise, as I had no idea that the change was coming.
This is how I become aware of the transition: Yesterday morning I was performing my morning ritual. You know, feed the dog, take the dog out. Feed the fish and see if any fish need to be taken out. Wash my hands, wipe the kitchen counter, go to the bathroom and check my look in the mirror. (Yep, its me.) Turn on the shower and the shower radio, grab my shower-mat, looffa bar, and wait… Uh huh, something is new here. Should I have saved that Owners Manual or, should I have not listened to my 17 therapists? The radio was doing some sort of count down. What the heck! I did as I was told when the announcer told me "not to stare at my radio." By the time I finished cleaning, the count down thingy had come to an end and the announcer proclaimed that 92.5 was the new radio station for Country "Willie 92.5." What?!?!? I quickly dried my not so corpulent not so J-Lo body, applied lotion, dressed in my drab, and went into my bedroom. I turned on the amp and searched and searched for my radio station but to my displeasure, it could not be found. Later that day, I made a call or two and sent emails to family and friends inquiring about my station but no one seemed to know. I believe they were spending time with their co-workers or not inside a vehicle.
Today, December 16th, I opened an email with the title, What Happened to 92.5FM? I read, and I read. (frown) The radio station is gone. After reading the article, hmmm, I didn’t perceive any obvious reasons, so I’m not so sure as to why I am being forced to tune into FoxNews, yet again. While considering a call to the good Dr., I thought about the changes the station had made when Gloria Neal was added to "The Morning Show." It was a comforting that an African American was attached to Old School music played by mostly African Americans. Now, don’t get me wrong, as certainly I enjoyed the former, popular DJ Neal replaced, but just that it made sense or was easy to grasp. (No irony there) It was a different twist to the range of listeners.
I suppose, this release has made a round trip. As stated in the beginning, people are stressed and stretched about the economy and their lack of means to know the definition of economy. While money certainly isn’t everything, it certainly helps. And at times like these, it seems so prevalent that there is a lack of it. Well now, the good news is this: Those who love country music well, they have a new station for b-boopin and line dancin. Don’t get me wrong as I’m considerably eclectic when it comes to music, however I have a preference of time as well as when and where. The good news for me, well, as for me, wellllll, look on the bright side: white goes with everything and reasonably poises well against my pale skin. In addition, due to my own struggling surplus, I may be forced to live in my car WITHOUT a radio but with "Fuzzy Math."
©Keeba Smith
Hankered Writer and Feared Compressor
K Smith is a columnist for Black Denver Speaks, an author, and social issues commentator
Keeba23@netscape.net
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