It’s getting harder to do. The truth is, I’m glad I was born when I was. At a time when a TV was not yet in every home, when I played outside as a child, skated when winter was winter on a rink my dad made for us. When the very idea of Facebook, say, would’ve seemed like a nightmare, which if you give it any kind of thought, it is.
“Go Your Own Way,” the Fleetwood Mac anthem from 1976 http://bit.ly/aJhxQE isn’t a path social media would like us to take. The line drawn from TV to Facebook status is so straight and without imagination that it paralyzes me to think about it too long.
Media is the organizing principle, not class as Marx had it. The dilemma: How to know yourself when media channels and distorts the way it does.
What does this mean in terms of exercise? Just about everything. Run, walk, swim, jog, cycle. Or non-exercise: read, think, laugh, talk, listen. Bring yourself to the moment. Leave mocking and mediation to the clones. As K, aka Gramma makes clear: get real. Bring it back to where it matters.
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