My announcement isn't exactly announcement-worthy, but it hasn't happened since (no kidding) the mid-90s. Its infrequency is actually probably more interesting than the thing itself. Maybe I shouldn't do it, after all, and see if I can hold out another nine years ... Enough. Here it is: I found a TV show that is currently on the air that I like. Is that too boring to be announced? Anyone who knows me in real life already knows I don't care much about TV, and I only watch DVDs or the news, if I watch anything. I even gave up crime shows, my long-time naptime companions, because I was tired of the violence. But now, Friday Night Lights has sucked me in. Have you seen it? I like the family/small-town dynamics. I also like that some of the families actually like each other. When was the last time you saw a functional family on television? Anyway, I'm sure it will become ridiculous in a season or two, and I'm sure I'll lose interest, but for now I'm a fan.
To alleviate any fears that I am taking a more active interest in pop culture, I offer a poem. In honor of high school football.
Autumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio
- James Wright
In the Shreve High football stadium,
I think of Polacks nursing long beers in Tiltonsville,
And gray faces of Negroes in the blast furnace at Benwood,
And the ruptured night watchman of Wheeling Steel,
Dreaming of heroes.
All the proud fathers are ashamed to go home.
Their women cluck like starved pullets,
Dying for love.
Their sons grow suicidally beautiful
At the beginning of October,
And gallop terribly against each other's bodies.