More ideas that didn't find a way into their own blog entry:
--In a country of Freedom of Speech, Rolling Stone had the right to put the Marathon Bomber on its cover. Stores like Walgreen's and CVS have the right not to sell it. And the consumer has the right not to buy it.
But I wonder if any of the above has read the article, or even the headline and the sub-headline. The point of the article--and the reason why the cover shows the bomber in, apparently, one of his most cute shots--is how a cute-looking, gym-going, college-attending and popular guy can turn into the Devil. True evil, it seems to me, will look attractive, in its many guises. That's what Rolling Stone was trying to say in its article, and the controversy about how cute the bomber looks on the cover proves Rolling Stone's point.
And for the record, Rolling Stone is not, and never has been, just a music magazine. It's also a news magazine, and a cultural magazine, and a magazine of the same age demographic that the bomber himself was. After all, even at the end of Stephen King's Firestarter, Charlie McGee, who could have gone to the New York Times or Newsweek, told her story of government control and murder--to Rolling Stone. Again, it's not just about music.
It was then, and still is, a magazine of our times. This recent controversy goes further to showcase that than the magazine itself, or any one article in it, ever could have.
--A quick thanks to all my readers who continue to read my blog despite my recent disappearance as a commenter on your blogs. It's no excuse, perhaps, but my novel-writing and my blog-writing, as well as the house and yard renovations, are taking all my time. I appreciate your readership. I'm reading yours, too--just not commenting much right now. Thanks for not leaving my blog due to that.
--I just sold my above-ground pool, thinking that if I didn't have the dying need to go into it this summer, than I never will, and therefore the upkeep of it seemed like a waste of time and money. I have central air, too, and the country club, literally down the street, has really inexpensive seasonal pool passes.
--Sometimes I think that I can become rich and famous going the self-publishing route, and other times I think I'm crazy and I hope to God that an agent and a publisher love my soon-to-be-finished novel. I could make a go of the self-publishing thing, as I'm a decent salesman and, hopefully, a decent writer. But I don't have the time to do so, and I'm not exactly computer- or internet-savvy.
--I feel old when I realize how much I enjoy sitting in my backyard, or on my deck overlooking the cove. Luckily, I also feel that I'm too old to care that I feel old, or to care that others think I'm old.
--I'm thinner than I was five years ago. Then again, I'm sleeping a lot less, too, and not eating or drinking the same things, and in the same quantity, that I used to. But, like, whatever.
--Vitamins and antibiotics make me lightheaded. It's when I remember this that I truly do not understand how addicts and alcoholics can consume what they do, without disliking the side-effects so much that they alone make them not want to consume those things anymore.
--Considering a Congressman's recent hateful language about Latin Americans, legal or not, it occurs to me that every generation has to have someone to hate. We're ending the time, hopefully, of politicians' hatred toward homosexuals, so who's next? The immigrants, of course. And which ones? The ones who speak Spanish; the ones the pols think are making English the second language.
I wonder: After that wave crashes ashore, who will we hate next?