If Brit-Box is a model of experience in England, a number of villages and significant areas of the English countryside are awash in murder. And, if Netflix reflects the legislative landscape throughout Scandinavia, that part of the world seethes with shocking political intrigue. Closer to home, if the old standby television companies (ABC, CBS, and NBC) accurately portray life in this country’s largest metropolitan regions, our big cities are bubbling cauldrons of violence and rage. But, of course, those representations are overblown dramas meant to invite viewership. The intrigue in those programs presents an enormously amplified depiction of fear-inducing circumstance; nothing realistic about them, right? Certainly. But, still, after watching several episodes of Blue Lights, my interest in wandering alone at night along the docks of Belfast has declined considerably. Why is it, I wonder, that we sometimes allow fiction to take control of our thought processes and emotions, manipulating our perceptions of places about which we know very little? It’s embarrassingly gullible to accept that a set of imaginary circumstances involving imaginary people doing ugly, violent, dastardly things represent reality. Hmm. The appeal of such programs rests, in part, on the knowledge that they are, in fact, fiction. If viewers who watch those shows were to believe they were watching as-it-happens documentaries, perceptions might be radically different (I would hope).


Corn on the cob and quartered fresh tomatoes. Except for the subsequent requirement for hours-long flossing to remove corn debris from between the teeth, the meal approaches perfection. A touch of salt, some pepper, and a bit of butter to compliment the corn can turn an appealing dinner into a joyous feast. Almost any array of veggies and their kin—okra, broccoli, Brussels sprouts, scallions, carrots, cauliflower, tomatoes, corn, green beans, bell peppers, radishes, squash, etc.—can make an immensely satisfying meal. No crucial need for meat. I envy people who live close to farms where such veggies grow and have ready access year-round to a fabulous mix of food fresh-from-the-field.


Church this morning, followed by lunch with a small group of members/friends. I am almost certain I will need a nap immediately after lunch. I won’t complain about that reality; at least not at the moment. I’ve come to appreciate that I feel considerably better…more rested and relaxed…after a nap. My age and infirmity is catching up with me.

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3 Responses to Jejune

  1. Bev…;-)

    Penny, very interesting!

  2. Penny Beed says:

    John, when I took university students to St. Petersburg, Russia and paired them with counterparts from Herzen University, we all talked about everything with those students. After some trust was built, it came out that they were slightly uneasy about meeting all of us because they thought we would all have guns and be “money-grabbers.” They were so relieved to find that our students were nice and also interested in learning about them.

  3. bevwigney says:

    I used to think that about Cabot Cove, that infamous town in Maine, setting for “Murder She Wrote”. Who in hell wants to live in a town where someone gets murdered weekly through the television season. I just checked and there were 264 episodes. If that many people got offed in our town of 500, there wouldn’t be too many of us remaining. 🙂

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