Static Cling

Static is static, no matter how you modulate it. Human perception is always fascinating, but it's especially intriguing when it goes terribly wrong and drifts off into the mudhole of misperception. Of course, since the whole business is entirely subjective to begin with, misperception is just as fishy, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't drill holes in our boats when all the lakes have dried up.

I believe sober judgment ought to dictate whose perception is valid, and whose is merely staggering about the room with spittle in the corners of its open mouth. Spastic concatenations of random thoughts shouldn't be allowed to dictate perceptual superiority, which is why the largest, loudest, and most profane among us ought to be the ones to decide what's what, and what's not.

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that it's all about amplitude, baby, and since the perception is the reality, it shouldn't take a broadcast engineer to figure out where all the static is coming from. If there's a lesson to be learned from talk radio, it's that every sinking ship sends out a distress call, but not everyone has the same idea about what's distressing, and what's not.



  1. You wrote: "It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that it's all about amplitude." Ha! Eerily, you've touched upon the subject of that mysterious new book I mentioned to you ten days ago:

  2. More mysterious than ever now, and probably needs investigating. I'm on it.