When I was a child, I remember my dad enjoying his morning coffee while he read through the daily newspaper. Whoever got up first in the morning would go to the front porch to retrieve the paper. On Sundays it was a race because whoever got it first got the comics section first. With six people in the family, the race to the door could get interesting. This was, of course, way before the internet and 'world wide web.' The best way to read the headlines or get Lifestyle or Entertainment news was either the newspaper or television nightly broadcasts. When I was a child, "news" was not instantaneous. Yes, there was radio, but in my childhood 'era' the radio was for streaming music, not news.
Now, I enjoy the daily news via my iPad while enjoying my morning coffee. Hardcopy, real paper news vehicles will be gone before too long I think. Let's see, grandlove Hannah is now 3, so my prediction is that when she is in high school, all news will be paperless. No more sports sections to line the bottom of our parrot's cage by then. Oh well.
This morning while going through the Lifestyle and Entertainment headlines on the LA Times website, my attention was grabbed by the word "zombie." It is no secret I like zombies. Well, to clarify, I'm truly happy that zombies are fictional. Make believe. Not real. Would be creepy to know that zombies were somewhere. [shudder] However, as fictional thingamabobs, I like 'em. Lurch-y, moldy, vacant-eyed critters. Anyway, back to my point...
The headline was a television show review by writer Mary McNamara titled: "A&E's eerie 'The Returned' veers far from usual zombie tale." She had me at 'zombie,' so I clicked over to read. Indeed her review makes me curious to know more and maybe take a look at that show. But her article was, itself, an interesting read. Especially what she says at the end of the piece: "...But then most of life occurs privately, in moments small and quiet...." This is profound.
Sometimes my thoughts go on little philosophical jaunts of wandering in a forest of "what ifs" and wonderment. When you think about it, Mary McNamara is right when she says that 'most of life occurs privately.' Have you ever given thought to the fact that we live on a planet with some 7 billion other folk ? And yet, we, each of us, scrabble for our single and individual spot. Yes we are social creatures, but we are also uniquely individual needing aloneness and separateness to survive.
I read sometime last year an article about people in Hong Kong who live in 6ft by 2ft metal cages...someplace to call their own. Certainly not what anyone would choose given their druthers. Although, there is that whole tiny house movement going on. Even in times of disaster when people are forced from their homes to shelter in school gyms, folks will stake out their space for their cot/sleeping bag and call it their spot. Our planet holds so very many of us, yet we all want our own private spot where we can live.
I have no conclusions to draw. Just thought this tidbit I read in a review about a zombie television show was interesting. And thought-provoking. What do you think?